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  Choose Your Change:  with this picture and the prompt how would you change the characters? Emily, your best friend and secret crush since high school, posted new pictures to her Onlyfans.  Scrolling through the pictures with one hand (your other was firmly wrapped around your dick) you feel anger.  Masturbating to images of her would be the closest you get to her sexually and that just pissed you off like no other.   As you're thinking this a new window on your computer pops up.  Slowly words started to appear.  "It's not fair that it's this way" as soon as you could read the words they faded out and new ones appeared.  "But that could change" again they disappeared, replaced by new ones.  "You just need to press agree" an agree button came into being underneath the text, hovering the pointer over the agree button you click it without thinking.  Light streamed out of the computer filling the whole room and you started to feel your consciousne

  Cynthia pressed send on her computer and her picture started the slow process of uploading.  She tapped her long nails impatiently and while she waited for the computer to load she decided to check herself out in the mirror.   She had always been sexy and she knew that had gone to her head.  As she poised herself in the mirror she reflected on her body.  The best word to describe it was perfecr,  from head to toe there wasn't an extra shred of fat.  Which unfortunately led to one flaw, small boobs.  Though as she reflected at least they had remained and would likely remain perky.   Finally her computer dinged letting her now her photo was loaded to the website Rank Me.  Rank Me was a social media site meant for people to post pictures of themselves and the audience would rank them in attractiveness.  Mostly it was used for online models to help spread their images though.   She freezes though when she notices the first ranking, a 70.  She fumes and clicks on the ranking noticing

  "You think I would go on a date with you?  You're a desperate loser, you could only dream of landing a perfect ten like me" Emily said with a flourish toward her perfect body and some body was it.  Perfect d cup tits a slim waist with a combination of a bubble butt only achieved from regular gym sessions.   "You think you're a 10?  Maybe a 6 on your best day."  Even as I said that she started to transform.  Her hair lost some of its volume and luster.  Her stomach lost some of its tone and her tits went from d cups to normal b cups.  Her makeup became more subdued as her face became more plain.  While still attractive she was more of a girl next door type. "Well would you go on a date now" I said smiling. "As if I'm still way too good for you" she scoffed at me.   "Fine, let's see your answer when you're a 1" I spit out.  With a grumble of her stomach surged forward.  So much so that it now touched the ground when