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I woke up one day to find that I was a god, or at least had the powers of one. It was a strange experience, there was no big moment or flash of light, no booming voice announcing it. I just got out of bed with the knowledge that for today, I was god. I knew this just like I could know anything about everything if I just focused on it.

It was a strange experience having all of this knowledge and power at my fingertips, I wanted to try it out but didn’t really know where to start. Suddenly I heard the sound of my roommate Jason getting up.

As I thought about him, my powers filled me with all the information I could need to know about him, down to his blood type. Knowing all this felt natural though, it was just how things worked today.

I wanted to try altering things so I walked out to the kitchen where Jason was pouring himself a glass of orange juice. With a thought, the juice became coffee, and Jason continued drinking it as if nothing had happened. I wanted to push it a bit further so then I changed the whole kitchen, making it look nicer and more expensive, but Jason still had no reaction. I was sure now that any changes I make would go unnoticed unless I wanted him to know.

How far could I push this? I started by making his hair turn from blond to black. He didn’t seem to notice so I tried making his shorts and T-shirt become jeans and a sweater. These changes were cool, but really weren’t that entertaining for me, so I decided it was time to go all in.

I gave a quick thought to it and suddenly Jason’s manhood was replaced with a pussy. His stance shifted slightly but that was the only acknowledgment he gave to the change. Next I added a pair of tits to his-or her-chest. I lengthen her hair to her shoulders with a glance, and then in a single instant shaped the rest of her body down into a girly form.

She sipped her coffee then noticed me standing in the doorway “Oh, hey man, what are you looking at?” She asked, following my eyes to her body.

I wanted to see how she would rationalize what was happening so I just said, “just looking at your tits”.

She looked down at them, then back at me. “Really man? You’re so gay,” she said with a laugh, “I’ll put on a bra if it’s bothering you that much.”

She walked towards her room, which still held all of her former male clothes. After a minute of clothing rustling, she came back out, entirely shirtless now.

“Ugh, I can’t find any clean bras”

I stood in silence for a moment. “Jason, you’re not wearing a shirt.”

She gave me a confused look “So? Is it a crime for a dude to walk shirtless through his apartment now? You do it all the time!”

“But you have tits,” I try to explain.

“Yeah, and that doesn’t make me any less of a man,” she responds, sounding somewhat offended.

Now I wanted to see how well she could hold up if I really pushed the inconsistencies in what she thought about herself.

“Jason, girls have tits right?”

“Of course they do.”

“And me, I don’t have tits?”

“No? Is this some kind of trick question?”

“Why is it that I don’t have boobs?”

“Cause you’re a dude, I don’t get where this is going man.”

“But you have boobs, and you’re also a man?”

“I don’t get what you’re doing, yes I have boobs, you’ve lived with me for years, you know this.”

It was impressive how she was able to completely ignore the contradictions in what she wa saying, but I could tell this conversation was going nowhere. I decided to make things interesting again by allowing her to realize she was a woman, but not remember ever being a man, as I did so, I also gave her a new name, Julia suited her much better.

With a blink, she looked at me. “Is there something wrong, you’ve been acting really weird babe.”

I paused “babe?”

“Uh yeah, you know, we’re dating. Why else would I live here?”

I realize that in order to rationalize living together she thinks that we’re a couple. Well, I hadn’t had much luck with girls recently, so I wasn’t going to change her mind on that.

“Oh yeah, sorry Julia, I’ve just been a bit unfocused. I’m feeling a bit stressed you know?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She purred as she pushed me onto the couch, “could I help you relax?”

I smiled as the gorgeous woman laid with me on the couch.

Being god for a day was going to be fun.

And I am once again back for another caption. This one has been in the works for a while, and it turned out alright. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment, and tell me what you’d do if you became god for a day.

Description
I woke up one day to find that I was a god, or at least had the powers of one. It was a strange experience, there was no big moment or flash of light, no booming voice announcing it. I just got out of bed with the knowledge that for today, I was god. I knew this just like I could know anything about everything if I just focused on it.

It was a strange experience having all of this knowledge and power at my fingertips, I wanted to try it out but didn’t really know where to start. Suddenly I heard the sound of my roommate Jason getting up.

As I thought about him, my powers filled me with all the information I could need to know about him, down to his blood type. Knowing all this felt natural though, it was just how things worked today.

I wanted to try altering things so I walked out to the kitchen where Jason was pouring himself a glass of orange juice. With a thought, the juice became coffee, and Jason continued drinking it as if nothing had happened. I wanted to push it a bit further so then I changed the whole kitchen, making it look nicer and more expensive, but Jason still had no reaction. I was sure now that any changes I make would go unnoticed unless I wanted him to know.

How far could I push this? I started by making his hair turn from blond to black. He didn’t seem to notice so I tried making his shorts and T-shirt become jeans and a sweater. These changes were cool, but really weren’t that entertaining for me, so I decided it was time to go all in.

I gave a quick thought to it and suddenly Jason’s manhood was replaced with a pussy. His stance shifted slightly but that was the only acknowledgment he gave to the change. Next I added a pair of tits to his-or her-chest. I lengthen her hair to her shoulders with a glance, and then in a single instant shaped the rest of her body down into a girly form.

She sipped her coffee then noticed me standing in the doorway “Oh, hey man, what are you looking at?” She asked, following my eyes to her body.

I wanted to see how she would rationalize what was happening so I just said, “just looking at your tits”.

She looked down at them, then back at me. “Really man? You’re so gay,” she said with a laugh, “I’ll put on a bra if it’s bothering you that much.”

She walked towards her room, which still held all of her former male clothes. After a minute of clothing rustling, she came back out, entirely shirtless now.

“Ugh, I can’t find any clean bras”

I stood in silence for a moment. “Jason, you’re not wearing a shirt.”

She gave me a confused look “So? Is it a crime for a dude to walk shirtless through his apartment now? You do it all the time!”

“But you have tits,” I try to explain.

“Yeah, and that doesn’t make me any less of a man,” she responds, sounding somewhat offended.

Now I wanted to see how well she could hold up if I really pushed the inconsistencies in what she thought about herself.

“Jason, girls have tits right?”

“Of course they do.”

“And me, I don’t have tits?”

“No? Is this some kind of trick question?”

“Why is it that I don’t have boobs?”

“Cause you’re a dude, I don’t get where this is going man.”

“But you have boobs, and you’re also a man?”

“I don’t get what you’re doing, yes I have boobs, you’ve lived with me for years, you know this.”

It was impressive how she was able to completely ignore the contradictions in what she wa saying, but I could tell this conversation was going nowhere. I decided to make things interesting again by allowing her to realize she was a woman, but not remember ever being a man, as I did so, I also gave her a new name, Julia suited her much better.

With a blink, she looked at me. “Is there something wrong, you’ve been acting really weird babe.”

I paused “babe?”

“Uh yeah, you know, we’re dating. Why else would I live here?”

I realize that in order to rationalize living together she thinks that we’re a couple. Well, I hadn’t had much luck with girls recently, so I wasn’t going to change her mind on that.

“Oh yeah, sorry Julia, I’ve just been a bit unfocused. I’m feeling a bit stressed you know?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She purred as she pushed me onto the couch, “could I help you relax?”

I smiled as the gorgeous woman laid with me on the couch.

Being god for a day was going to be fun.

And I am once again back for another caption. This one has been in the works for a while, and it turned out alright. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment, and tell me what you’d do if you became god for a day.