There was one more thing I could use. But I didn't want to.

And I mean it.

But the System is right. I hated taking pictures.

I hated when people took pictures of me too. I only kept the ones when I was little.

Puberty didn't do me any favors.

But there was one set, I made it on my last day home. I meant it as the 'before' set. I wanted to have something to check the progress of my life-changing workout routine.

As if such things existed. It only took me a week to realize two things.

One, you can't train your genetics. My long arms and legs wouldn't shrink to accommodate my body. I wouldn't grow breasts out of thin air either.

And my new room was too small to do even the most basic yoga routines. I didn't have the money to splurge on a gym membership and it would have been too embarrassing to do it in front of Frank.

Thus, the project died right after the 'before' pics.

They were still on my laptop though, hidden deep, nested inside an image folder. Within one that said 'don't' and another labeled as 'private'. I even added password protection to it.

And it wasn't because those were the most recent pictures of me, and might be the only ones in the last year. They were nudes.

[Notice: Since it's about rebuilding your original body, naked images would help a lot.]

Pff, of course, they would. No. It's not happening. Nu-uh.

I'm not the type that sends nudes left and right. These weren't made to show off, only to check my progress, and I refused to look at them since. They are anything but flattering.

[If your looks worry you, ask the Goddess to make another copy of her body.]

"Hah, if it were that easy, believe me, I would."

Who wouldn't? She's the hottest girl I've ever seen. But that won't work with my parents. They wouldn't believe it's me if it's not the same awkward body.

"Can you turn away for a second?" It's weird to open those folders now.

[Notice: You've been borrowing Alexandra's body this whole time. Do you think I didn't see you fondle her breasts? I'm sure if you had the chance and the time to indulge you'd go much further.]

"Ugh, I won't deny that. But it's not the same."

It's easy to tell that the System is all judgemental again.

"She gave me these bodies of her own volition. And, well, she's perfect, she doesn't have to hide her flaws."

[Notice: You have five minutes left.]

"Fine." The folders open up, then I type in the password: [**********]. "But don't laugh."

It's only three images, one is a little blurry but I couldn't get myself to redo it. Buck naked, from the front, side, and the back.

The System is right, if you wanted to mold a statue of someone, this would be all you need. And looking at them a week after occupying such a perfect body, I can't help but cringe.

This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

My hair is a wavy brunette, down to my chin. I always wanted to grow it out but it got messy fast. The face is nothing to write home about either.

If you squinted, you could see a vague resemblance to my little sister, but she was so pretty. The freckles and the red hair helped a lot. My face was longer and didn't have a fraction of her charm.

It's as if my parents realized what they had done, and fixed all the mistakes for the next batch. It wasn't fair. And the issues didn't end there, they only started to pile up.

My shoulders were too wide, my arms too long. My collarbones could poke out someone's eyes if they came too close. It contrasted with the wast flatness underneath.

Two small nipples aside, it was flat as a board from my chest to my hip bones. Those were a bit wider, and you could say I had an hourglass shape but not in a good way.

Wide shoulders and wide hips with great planes between them. My flat ass didn't help either, but my thighs were too thick. That's what I wanted to work on first.

My legs were long too, which was a plus, but their shape was terrible.

"Yeah, I didn't mind that she evaporated that body."

[Notice: You are too critical of yourself.]

Aww. That must be the nicest thing the System told me until now. Of course, she's only trying to urge me.

[You have to send those pictures to Alexandra's phone.]

Ugh, right. I don't know her contacts though. I can connect through cable, but I don't know how to unlock that thing.

[Suggestion: Use the connection between you. Look into her memories to get her address or unlock her phone.]

"Wait, I can do that?" Well, the Goddess did mention something like this. She complained that I didn't have memories of myself, but she recognized my sister. "How do I do it?"

[Instructions: Look at her phone and think of it as yours. Try to remember how you unlocked it, and how you felt when you used the device.]

It can't be that simple. I'd swipe my finger across in this peculiar pattern but, oh wait. It worked.

And her background is a selfie of herself? Who is this girl, haha.

[Notice: You're out of time.]

Fine, fine. I'm sending it, but I will regret it. Let's hope she opts for a recognizable but somewhat enhanced recreation.

My hands shake when I click the right buttons to transfer my shameful nudes to her phone. The System wasn't joking about the time.

Before the transfer finishes, everything fades into white again.

The now-familiar transfer between the world begins.

I had no idea it would be this easy to dig up her memories. Did she do the same with mine?

How much can I learn about her this way?

I was curious the whole time, and it was all within my reach.

The transfer should take a while. In this blinding whiteness, there's nothing better to do anyway.

Don't mind if I take a peek.