the twenty second, and a sequel to https://tgcaps.net/attemptsattg/post/tg-caption-self-improvement-855
Art: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/94211722
“I’m home!” I heard my brother call out as he entered our house, the sound of the front door slamming behind him. It was the day right after I had been turned into a girl, and there were still a lot of things that I had yet to adjust to - good thing it was the weekend, and I still had a day before I had to return to the college I was apparently now studying at. Well, I guess I was lucky the app had inserted the required knowledge in my head, so I wouldn't be left out to dry when Monday rolled around. Though, at the moment that wasn't my main concern. I cast my thoughts to my now-younger brother, who was now coming up the stairs towards his room. As much as he was now way different from before, no longer the cocky, arrogant bully, but I just couldn't shake the image of that attractive face of his sneering cruelly, eyes cold and mocking. Perhaps I would be better off with a cute younger sister, if only for my own peace of mind…
That night, I waited until everyone in our house had fallen asleep, the sounds of video games from the next room fading away before I made my move. I opened up the app, typing in my brother's name, and like last time was led to the same screen with its various specifications and options… though now I knew they held far more significance than I could have imagined. I stared up at the ceiling of my room, envisioning my ideal younger sister. Hair… a similar brown to mine, maybe a little lighter in shade? And she had to have them in twintails, because of course. Eyes… a warm shade of amber, wide and beautiful. Voice… a little high-pitched, a little immature, but cute all the way through. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I continued through the options, already a little excited for tomorrow. Breast size… since we probably share some of the same genes, generously sized as well - maybe a C? Curves… not too much - there’d still be room to mature and fill out in the future. Age… she’d be a couple of years younger than me, maybe 17? Old enough that we’d be close to each other, but also young enough that I’d be able to cherish and protect her. Mental changes… yes. Absolutely. And her name… this took a bit longer to consider, but I was sure Rose would work perfectly well. I submitted the answers, switched off my phone, and buried myself in my sheets, slowly drifting away into the realm of dreams. I couldn’t wait…
The buzzing of my phone woke me, the alarm I’d set the night before going off at just the right time. “Rise and shine~” I murmured to myself as I put on a thin sweater, padding out of my room into the hallway. Reaching the door right beside mine, I gave a quick knock before yanking it open. “Good morning!” “KYAA!!” Once again, the app had fulfilled my every specification perfectly - I was greeted by a girl with twin-tailed hazel hair, cute face flushed in embarrassment, petite hands caught right in the process of pulling a plait skirt over her undergarments. “Sis!!! Don’t you know how to knock!?” “But I did!” I grinned, wrapping my arms around my sister and nuzzling my head against her shoulder teasingly. “I just wanted to greet my cute little sister before she went off to school~” “Ugh… fine,” she sighed in annoyance, but I felt her arms hug me from behind as well. “I-I’m running late! Got to go brush my teeth…” Rose extricated herself from our hug, face even redder than before, hurriedly pulled on a uniform blouse, and practically ran out of the room. I couldn’t help but smile fondly as I watched her leave, part of me remembering having grown up together with her, always my sister’s closest confidant - though she might not be willing to admit it. Even as the one who had caused this in the first place, I guess I too wasn’t immune to whatever power this app had to change people’s minds, though its effectiveness was reduced somewhat.
But I didn’t have much time to spare as well… I returned to my room, changing into a simple outfit of blouse and skirt, shrugging on a cardigan as I left the house. Though I “remembered” graduating from high school and going into college, meeting new friends and experiencing new things there, I had never experienced them for myself. I’d finally get to see what my new life had to offer in its entirety… and who knew? Maybe there’d be someone else whose life could use some change… I’d certainly be willing to provide.