It was ten after eleven on a Tuesday morning. He had been writing since six, and had two pages that were almost right to his way of thinking, when he ...eard the mailman approaching his front door, and then saw the letter drop from the mail slot onto the wooden floor.A letter not a bill? I don’t usually get letters ... and it’s too thin to be another rejection slip. He put it out of his mind and finished reading his work for the fourth time, made two minor changes in the dialogue and prepared to. "Hey, I can still use the singular ones... Still though, fair enough."More than enough."... Anyway, here's the gist of things, folks:"If you're not familiar, Master PC is a reality-altering computer program that can, well, alter reality."It's mostly used for mind control and body modification purposes in other stories that use the concept, but anyone can use it how they see fit if one were to decide to write their own!"There are sliders for how big and shapely one would want an individual's. All to make us physically and mentallyas close as possible. I'd have procedures to nip in my waist andredistribute my fat to my ass and hips. We'd both go through exerciseregiments to get our bodies to match. Opal's arms would be strengthenedwhile my legs would be similarly worked out. Opal would have a minorface lift and nose job while my facial surgeries would be more intense,leaving us visually indistinguishable. A dermatologist would be employedto remove any of our birth marks and. Our tongues fenced, each vying to conquer the other.My fingers found her nipple ring. I tugged on it. Her pussy clenched on my other digits. I probed them deeper, faster, fucking her as she undulated and stroked me. My dick ached. I wanted to be buried in her cunt.I ripped my fingers from her snatch. She let out a moan into our kiss. My hand, fingers sticky, shoved her britches down farther, rolling them off her hips and down her thighs, letting my cock have access to her cunt.Her hand guided.