It took me a few seconds to get past the mental image of the small cute and very naked Chelsea smiling at me as she left my bedroom. I still had plenty of confused thoughts and feelings about that whole situation, but one thing stood out and left me curious.

  She said there was a reason she wasn't freaking out, and the way she said it left me feeling like it was a clue or a hint.

  It wasn't hard to guess what she was referring to though. After all, she'd been messing with the ptop for ten or twelve minutes. So I reached back to where it was resting on the bed behind me, then parked it on my p and opened the character editor once more.

  After validating with my fingerprint I decided to try the 'Recents' option this time. Sure enough it listed Chelsea's name first and my name second. Or rather, Lisa's name second. It still thought I was Lisa, and to be fair I was kind of getting used to that. Hearing Chels call me Lisa and refer to me as cute felt pretty nice actually.

  I pushed those thoughts aside for now, then focused on the tiny computer again as I selected Chelsea's name. Then I spent the next few minutes reading through her character sheet.

  Like me she was listed as a female human. Her css was 'student' and her level was given as fourteen, which seemed high until I figured out it was probably just counting each full year of school as a level. And she was in her third year of university after finishing grade twelve, so twelve levels for school and two levels for the years of university she'd completed. And all the physical stats matched her new appearance, like height and hair colour and all the other endless details the character editor kept track of.

  I probably shouldn't have snooped too much but hormones were still a thing, even if I wasn't a boy anymore. So I found my way into the sub-screen that had all the sex stuff. And once again I felt my cheeks colouring while other new sensations settled in unfamiliar parts of my body as I read that Chelsea was bi with a preference towards girls. And like me, she apparently also had a strong libido.

  There were a few other surprises, like apparently Chels was very submissive in bed, and she tended to act a bit subby with people she was interested in. It also said she really enjoyed oral sex, primarily giving. That fit with the kink it said she had, which left me blushing even brighter. And I couldn't help thinking that was the sort of thing she was referring to when she said the ptop knew stuff about her that nobody else knew.

  On the other hand there was nothing on that screen to indicate why she wasn't as freaked out as me, so I eventually exited that page. After maybe reading through it once or twice more. Because hormones and stuff.

  I ended up scrolling around her main character sheet for another minute or two before I finally spotted something. There was a 'notes' option that I hadn't looked at before. When I selected it the screen shifted to a big text box, that contained just three sentences.

  "Stop being such a bitch. Be nice to Lisa. And don't freak out if this works."

  Seeing those lines left me feeling surprised and confused once again. I knew they had to be new, Chelsea must have added the text when she was messing around with the computer. The st part made sense, I already knew she was smart and she obviously thought ahead about what would happen if the ptop worked for her. I didn't know what to think about the first two parts though. Other than it kind of reinforced what she told me, that she didn't really want to be mean to me in the past but did it to make her dad happy.

  Beyond the immediate situation, the fact that the notes field seemed to actually affect her behaviour had some chilling implications. Like the character editor was obviously able to completely change a person's physical body, now it seemed that it could make deeper changes too.

  I knew the editor had loads more stats and details beyond just the physical ones, but I hadn't gone into any of that on my own character sheet. And I wasn't going to look into that stuff for Chelsea either. It was too scary and the consequences of messing with that sort of thing seemed too high, as far as I was concerned.

  So I exited out of the editor without making any changes at all, then found myself sitting there staring at the little pink ptop as I wondered what to do next. Chelsea was right about our clothes being a problem. Same with our ID and stuff like that. It seemed like neither of us would be able to stay like this. Not unless we could fix everything else too.

  It took a full minute before a solution dawned on me. Our belongings were basically 'inventory', and I had an Inventory Editor on my new computer. So I went ahead and fired it up.

  Just like with the character editor I was asked to validate first. Then the opening screen was almost identical to the other program, it gave me the option of entering a character ID or searching for nearby characters' inventories.

  I did the search option, and this time it came up with three names. Myself, Chelsea, and her dad Edward. I figured his name was on there because we were in his house and all his stuff was here.

  I went ahead and selected Lisa's name, but instead of jumping to a list of my 'inventory' it presented me with an alert message. "Inventory mismatch. Update Inventory to match Character data?"

  Once again I couldn't be sure what any of that meant, but it sounded like that would change my stuff to fit my new body. So I went ahead and tapped the Y key, and the prompt was repced with a progress bar and a countdown timer. That little blue status LED lit up, and a moment ter my entire bedroom seemed to become pixelted the way Chelsea's body had earlier.

  "Holy crap!" I yelped as I realized even my hoodie was all weird and pixelted.

  I quickly pulled it off, then stood up with the ptop in hand. It was the only thing around me that hadn't turned into a weird glitchy broken-graphics version of itself. Even my bed was all blocky and blurry.

  It was a totally surreal experience as I stood there stark naked holding that little pink ptop, while reality itself seemed to be updating around me. The progress bar on the screen slowly advanced as a little timer counted down, then after about twenty seconds it was complete and reality became solid once again.

  I was left staring wide-eyed as I looked around a completely different bedroom.

  The most obvious change was how much bigger it was. Instead of the cramped little two meter by three meter space I was used to it was now more than twice as big.

  The next thing I noticed was that my bed had changed. What was originally a twin mattress and box-spring sitting directly on the floor was now a queen-size bed on a proper frame, with a fancy headboard and everything. And instead of my old faded grey duvet there was a rge new thick duvet with a pretty cover in an abstract bck and pink design. Four thick fluffy new pillows had matching bck and pink cases over them. Even though it all looked new, my bed was still unmade and the duvet still wrinkled from where Chels and I had been sitting on it earlier.

  The table that doubled as a desk was now a big modern-looking desk. And instead of an old broken tower and the ptop I got cheap from Frank st year there were a couple top-of-the-line towers, two gamer keyboards and mice, and six big dispys in a three-by-two array on the wall over the desk. And next to the desk was a big comfy-looking padded bck and pink gamer chair.

  Even more surprising was the big TV panel on the other wall, and the two brand new video game consoles and home theatre system beneath it. In the space between my bed and desk there was a deep soft shag carpet with a stylish geometric bck and grey pattern.

  And the thing I was actually hoping to achieve was updated too. All my clothes were new, and they looked like they'd fit the new me. In my rge walk-in closet were skirts, blouses, a couple dresses, and some pants. I got up and looked in my new dresser and found it was full of bras, panties, and loads of socks.

  Even the clothes I'd left scattered on the floor had changed, there were tights and panties and bras and stuff strewn about.

  The st thing I noticed was the shoes. Instead of the two sets of worn-out sneakers, there were at least a dozen pairs lined up in the bottom of my closet. Sneakers, heels, boots, and they all looked new and stylish.

  "Holy heck," I said to myself as I stared.

  About the only thing that hadn't changed was my room was still down in the basement. It felt like literally everything else about it was different though.

  I finally looked down at the little ptop and navigated to Chelsea's inventory. It gave me the same prompt about a mismatch and asked if I wanted to update, so I tapped the Y button again.

  Then I set the ptop down on my stylish new bed-side table, and started picking out some clothes. Without even really thinking about it I pulled an outfit together as if I'd been doing it all my life.

  Within a few minutes I was wearing some pre-torn bck tights, a bck mini-skirt, a cy bck bra, and a tight pink top with some random bck and grey patterns on it. I stepped into a pair of low-heeled bck shoes, then went into my ensuite bathroom and checked myself out in the big mirror.

  "Damn," I smiled as I looked myself over.

  I looked about three parts hacker girl and one part pop-star. I picked out a bright pink lipstick from the make-up box under the mirror and did my lips, then grinned at how I looked.

  It wasn't until I was putting the lipstick back when I suddenly realized I now had my own ensuite bathroom. And I had no idea where or when I learned how to do lipstick, or how I threw together this outfit or style. All I knew was I really liked it.

  The crazy thing was all I really expected from the inventory update was for it to make my clothes fit my new body. I didn't understand why it changed everything else so much, like why it made my room so big or all my stuff so cool. It took a few seconds before it finally dawned on me.

  My character wasn't just a normal college student. According to my css and level I was a sysadmin with root access. And more to the point, according to the computer I was this Lisa person. So it probably changed all my things to match whatever stuff Lisa had. Whoever she really was.

  I was left thinking about that for a little while as I continued staring at myself in the mirror. It took me another half minute or so before I realized I should go check on Chelsea. After the inventory thing completely changed all my stuff, I was almost scared to find out what it did to her belongings.

  As I left my bedroom and made my way up the stairs to the main level it crossed my mind that I'd never worn heels before, but I seemed to be managing ok in them now. Then again, they weren't all that high, only a couple centimetres. So maybe it wasn't that big a deal after all.

  I continued up the second set of stairs to the upper floor, and found myself looking around as I reached the upstairs hallway. I hadn't been up there in ages. In addition to Chelsea's and Edward's bedrooms there was also a guest room that I wasn't allowed to use. Ed had an ensuite in his big bedroom, while Chels used the family bathroom across the hall from her. I wasn't allowed in there either, I'd been relegated to the washroom on the main floor.

  Chelsea's door was open, and as I approached I could already see her room had changed almost as dramatically as mine did. It was the same size as I remembered from the st time I saw it, but almost everything else was different.

  The most notable change was the complete ck of anything reted to sports or athletics. The shelves that used to be full of trophies were now loaded up with dozens of cute plush kitties. Her bed was now covered in a big floofy duvet with a pink and purple flower pattern, and her pillows had matching frilly cases on them. She had more stuffed animals on her bed, and even more plushies on her bookcase along with her actual books. The floor was covered by a thick white carpet, and the overall decor was basically all girly and cutesy. There were even some cute pictures on the walls, like fluffy kittens and flowers and stuff like that.

  Her desk was more or less the same as before, and her ptop was the same rose-gold model. She had some of her school books and css notes spread out next to that. And she still had the same big TV on the wall opposite her bed.

  Chelsea was in there too, standing half dressed in front of her closet. She was wearing a pair of powder-blue ce panties and a matching ce bra, that probably counted more as lingerie than they did underwear. And from what I could see, the rest of the clothes in her closet had all changed to match.

  "Hey Lisa," she grinned at me when she finally noticed me standing in the doorway. "Wow you look amazing!"

  I blushed, "Thanks Chels. You uh, look pretty hot."

  "Thanks," she smiled. Then she asked, "I'm guessing you figured something out with that new ptop of yours? My clothes and room all changed a few minutes ago."

  I grimaced but nodded, "Yeah. I hope you don't mind? I uh, didn't expect the changes to be so drastic."

  She shook her head, "I don't mind Lisa. Honestly, this is perfect. Thank you."

  Once again I had no idea how to respond or what to say, but I didn't get the chance to figure something out. Instead both Chelsea and I were surprised by someone ringing the doorbell.

  PurpleCatGirl