Angie fumed as she thought about her life. Genetics had rendered her into a laughingstock and Vanessa into a queen. And she knew that this would continue for the rest of her life. She would never get a job; men would judge her by her body and not her brains. Vanessa, on the other hand, would get whatever she wanted until she grew old. And she had seen Vanessa's mom. The woman was pushing 50, and even Angie had fantasized about her on occasion. Vanessa would no doubt follow suit. It wasn't fair. It wasn't--
Angie pondered for a moment. She could change herself, yes. She could change Vanessa, too. But wouldn't it be more fun to change the world? She could create a world solely for her and Lucy. Angie smiled and raised the dictaphone to her lips. "Every woman on Earth besides me is at least six feet tall, with tits that are bigger than their heads and asses that fill up one of the seats on this school bus. My form is considered to be so rare and sexy that women and men alike would do whatever I ask of them." She stood up and watched as the women on the bus grew larger, their expanding breasts rubbing against the seats in front of them and their inflating buttocks shoving their female neighbors out into the aisle and engulfing the laps of the fortunate men that were next to them. "That's more like it," said Angie. But now what should she do?
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