I was walking home after school Friday afternoon when I saw three Girls hanging around the schools dumpster, seemingly arguing over something. They were so enthralled in their argument, they didn't notice me standing there, so I just stood there and listened, to see what such hot girls were arguing about.
"We need to get rid of this thing Jessica, it's a lot of fun, but this power we have is too much, and we've abused it enough as it is." said the first girl, a tall and gorgeous vixen with raven hair.
"Come on Julia, think about how much fun we've had? How much our lives ave changed, how much better we are, all thanks to this Remote. Do we really want to just get rid of it?" said the girl the first had addressed as Jessica, a slightly shorter brunette with red ribbons tying her hair into pigtails.
"Yes, I admit it was all fun, and we've all gained so much, I can recall being absolutely miserable before my change, and now I'm smart, rich and gorgeous. But I'm smart enough now to know this is too much to handle, we need to be careful what we do, or one day our lives or the lives of those we mess with won't be so happy." said the girl Jessica had called Julia. "And who knows what kind of mess Delilah here made with it before she use it on you, me and Miss Sullivan."
"Sorry Mistress" said the third girl, a lighter, wavy haired brunette, shorter and more petite then the other girls. She was staring down at her feet in shame, a sorrowful look on her face.
"That's another thing Delilah." said Julia, putting her hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. "You can stop calling me or Jessica Mistress now. You're not our slave anymore. Go, be your own girl, live a life you want. Stay with us only if you want to. Just don't go changing other people's lives like this anymore, okay?"
"What? Okay." said the one called Delilah, finally smiling and looking forward. "Maybe.. maybe we can still be friends?" she said, a hopeful look on her face "I did have a lot of fun that whole time I admit."
"Sure Dee, no problem. Like I said, you can hang with us if you want to." said Julia to the perked up Delilah.
"So what are we going to do with the Remote if we don't want it? Smash it?" asked Jessica.
"No, that could undo all it's old effects in very sudden and unpleasant ways." answered Julia. "I say we just dump it here, let it rot in the landfill."
"Well, okay, if you think that's best." answered Jessica. "Might as well dump the instructions too, we won't be using them anymore either" she said, taking a manual out of her bag and dumping them in the dumpster as well.
"As fun as that all was, I'm glad that it's all over. Let's try to go back to living a normal, if changed life." said Julia. "Now come on Dee, we have cheerleader practice"
"Right, I'm coming"
"You still want to do that, right, it's not just because I made you?" asked Julia
"No It's fine, I really enjoy it. Besides, if I ever get bored of it, now it's my choice if I quit." replied Delilah.
"Right you are, now let's get to the gym."
As the three girls left the dumpster, I quickly ducked around the corner of the school building to they wouldn't see that I was spying on them, taking out my cell phone and pretending to text so as to look preoccupied. The three girls all walked by. When they were out of site, I quickly ran to the Dumpster, and looked in to see the device they were speaking of.
There I saw it in the dumpster, some clunky looking white remote, with many colourful buttons and dials, with a large digital display like a Cell Phone's.
I reached in to grab it to take a closer look at it, pulling it out of the trash and holding it in my hand.
"Can this really do all the things those girls were talking about?" I thought to myself as I stared at the thing.
Remembering the instruction manual, I reached in and took it out too. I looked at the cover. It said 'Experimental remote device Turning Hour DFX350' on the cover page.
"How odd" I thought to myself. "This has to be too good to be true. But it sounds so interesting and fun if it is, it's almost too good to not at least TRY to see if it works."
I put the device and the instructions in my bag and ran to go home to try it out.
At this point, I feel I should introduce myself. My name is Jack. Well, really Johnathan. But I don't like being called that, and I hate it when people call me John or Johnny. So just call me Jack. My last name isn't important right now.
If you care to know, I have dark brown hair that is scraggly and messy, with blue eyes. I'm rather tall, though not exceptionally, just over 6 feet. I'm slightly heavy, but hardly over weight, but not muscular in the least. My face is full of coarse stubble because I hate to shave and don't do it every day.
For today, I'm wearing some rather grungy jeans and a dark blue t-shirt with no design, and a pair of black, worn down sneakers. But that's enough about me for now, I don't need to go on and on about me anymore then I have.
I'm 18 years old, and go to the High School me and the three girls where just at. I knew of those three girls, knew there names and saw them in class. Jessica and especially Julia always seemed to be bossing around Delilah and other girls around school. Julia was a really envied amongst the girls, being nearly gifted smart, living in a very large house with lots of disposable income, and a gorgeous body that just kills. No guys ever bother them in spite of their hotness, but it might be because of that device of there's. They claim the Remote was the source of their good fortune, so if it was mine now, then maybe I could get some kind of similar luck.
I read over the manual on the way home. It seemed quite extensive but simple enough to understand. The content and features seemed strait out of Science Fiction or Fantasy, truly some of the abilities seemed like Magic. Shapeshifting, body manipulation, gender changing, age manipulation, thought control, memory manipulation and even paralysis and what seemed like time reversal. Reading it over it all seemed less and less like it was all possible. Still, it didn't seem like it would hurt to try it out, and at worst it did nothing and was good for a good laugh. Even if only one of these powers worked, it would all be worth it.
From what I could tell from the instruction, to use the device I had to use it to analyze a subject in order to display attributes to change. It wasn't too hard to figure it out, as there was a rather large button labelled 'analyze' in the middle.
Walking down the street on the way to the mall, I saw a business man walking down the street. He looked like a fine test subject. I hoped it didn't harm him in anyway, but this was just the scanning part after all. I pointing it at the man, aiming a lenses for what must be the scanner at the end of the remote at him. "Analyze" I said to myself as I hit the button.
The display screen took a few seconds to load as the device processed and loaded the data.
From what I could tell, the device at least did its job as a scanner rather well.
Hair colour: brown
Clothing: Business suit
"Hmm, seems accurate as far as I can tell." I thought. At the very least the scanner seems accurate enough, that in itself is fairly impressive and could be useful even if nothing else works.
"If it can really change things, let's try something simple." I used a directional pad to highlight Hair Colour. I used the pad, and cycled from brown, to red. I decided to leave it at that. If it worked, it would be all the visual proof I needed.
I hit the "execute" button on the keypad, to implement the changes.
"Alter Mind Y/N?" the display panel asked.
From what I remember reading, what that meant was that any changes the device made, the subject and those that knew them (with the exception of the remote users) memories where altered so that they thought any changes that occurred to them had always been, so that they never noticed any of the changes, perhaps so as not to freak them out. In case it did work, I thought it best not to freak the man out. So I pushed "Yes".
Then the device whirred to life, making noise, perhaps to indicate it was trying to work.
I stood back and waited to see if anything changed. I didn't see anything at first, but realized I had to be patient. But then the changes set in, gradual enough that I didn't notice at first, but now stark enough to be obvious. His hair was red, as orange as an orangutan's fur.
"Either this thing is playing tricks on my eyes, or this thing really works." I said to myself.
He didn't seem to notice anything amiss himself with his hair when he stopped and looked in a mirrored window on an office building. Either he didn't notice his hair was now red, didn't see the same thing I was seeing, or just didn't care. Still, I was impressed. I decided to leave the man alone after he ducked into one of the buildings, and sought out to find a new test subject.
I decided to try a simpler subject for the next test. Spying a simple pigeon strolling on the sidewalk, I decided to scan it.
After analyzing, it put out the following display:
Hair colour: grey
Species: Common Rock Pigeon
I decided to try something more drastic this time. Selecting "Species, I cycled thought different options, starting with different birds. I finally settled on 'Blue Jay'. Similar enough, but still obviously different. For good measure, I changed Health to healthy, though it wouldn't be obvious to observation, it seemed like a kind thing to do if it was true that the thing was sick.
I hit "execute", and a display came up showing "Rock Pigeon 100%, Blue Jay 0%.". It must be possible to make hybrid creatures. But I wanted to see a complete change. I switched Pigeon to 0% and Blue Jay to 100%. using the dials on the pad, then hit Execute."Alter Mind Y/N?" was displayed on the screen again. I hit the Yes key. I would imagine it might be bad to be a Blue Jay that thinks he's a pigeon.
This time the changes were swifter and more obvious. The Pigeon seemed to shrink in size, becoming sleeker and less puffy. It's legs became longer and darker, and the feathers changed colour, from different shades of grey, brown, black and white, to stark blue, black and white markings. It's head and beak changed shape next, becoming smaller, and its neck bending. It's beak elongated and turned black. It's tail feathers stretch out, and as one of the last changes, it grew a tall crest of feathers. The new Blue Jay then flew off, more squeamish of a human then a pigeon would be, crying like a blue jay would as it flew off.
"Well that part worked too" I thought.