Cautiously, she nudged the green globe slightly to the right: with a blur of motion, the gate exited her bedroom and showed a view of the Olson’s ho...se across the street. “Whoa,” she complained, experiencing vertigo from the sudden movement. An equal movement in the opposite direction returned the portal to her bedroom.Experimenting with the red, blue and green globes, she became minimally proficient positioning the gate--within the confines of her bedroom, at least. The thought of exceeding. Mom removed the saree and used it to catch fish and I grabbed one end and mom another end. Dad didn’t mind as there was nobody but us. I can see my moms’ boobs hanging down with a deep cleavage. Think of some actress showing her cleavage.And her navel was so beautiful and she still has that curve at her age with little fat. I asked dad to join as but said and lied down on a rock. Mom said that dad doesn’t know to swim, that’s why he didn’t get into the water. It’s not much deep. But it is deep. My jaw narrowed and my cheekbones adopted higherproportions while my neck reshaped into Yvonne's proportions. My eyesand brows became wider and rounder. I blinked my eyes and Emily's blueeyes changed into dark colors.To complete the illusion, the holographic also copied and pastedYvonne's makeup into my new face. The process was subtle but I couldsee that as her base make-up appeared on my new features. My new lipswere soon adorned in pinkish colored lipstick. My eyes also obtainedher same,. The train was not particularly crowded but as there were no seats I had to stand.At the next stop 3 married women got in. They were all middle aged and in sarees, must have been between 30-35 I guess. Since there was nothing too interesting in the group I let my mind drift to other things. After a few minutes I felt something on my right hand. I had been using it to hold on to a strap (those hanging things we use to hold on in buses or trains). This was unusual because the train was still.