A mysterious woman looks on

In the hallway outside the break room stood a woman. She looked to be in her early thirties with ebony skin, piercing blue eyes, strong cheekbones and full red lips. Her straight black hair reached to her shoulders and covered her ears. She wore a navy blue suit jacket with matching knee-length pencil skirt, a white blouse underneath the jacket, and a pair of black high heels. She stood leaning against the wall with both of her hands behind her back. She watched with interest as Rachel and Becky, covered in each other's juices, left the break room with nothing but a backpack and pair of sneakers between them. She continued watching the gentle bounce of their behinds as they walked away and, eventually, turned a corner out of sight. Only once they were gone did she push away from the wall. In her hands she held a bundle of clothing which only a few minutes ago had belonged to Rachel. The woman stopped a passing female student.

"Excuse me, but do you have a lost and found here?" she asked.

"Sure thing." the girl replied. "It's at the reception desk. In fact my next class is close to it if you want me to show you."

"No, thank you. Could you take these clothes there?" she asked, passing the bundle over. "I just found them in the breakroom."

"No problem! Man, it's so hot today... don't blame her for stripping off, whoever she was."

The woman gave a brief smile to acknowledge the comment and then walked away. She continued down the corridor until she reached a women's restroom; she stepped inside and, seeing that it was a single unit without cubicles, turned and locked the door behind her. She made her way over to the mirror and, as a matter of habit, pulled her hair gently to one side to check on The Device. It looked like a circular Bluetooth device hanging over her ear which emitted a small red LED light. Satisfied that it was still functional she reached into her jacket and pulled out her phone before bringing up her contacts and dialling a number. She pressed it to her other ear. It was answered almost immediately.

"Janet!" a young man's voice on the other side said. "What took you so long?"

"Intel gathering." the woman - Janet - replied. "Whoever has The App has made some... interesting changes."

"I dread to ask."

"Actually, I think you might like it. From what I have been able to observe it appears that female inhibitions regarding masturbation, sex, and nudity have been erased."

There was a pause. "You're shitting me."

"Nope. I've just witnessed two college students sixty-nine-ing in a public area. Nobody seemed to care. I hid their clothes while they were distracted and they left without really putting any effort into finding them."

"And I'm stuck at Operations trying to track this fucker? Goddamn, but I need to go out and explore."

"Negative, Mike." Janet replied. "I need somebody to man the comms and tell me if there are any further energy spikes. We wouldn't have known The App owner was in this college if you hadn't been doing your job. Speaking of which, how many times has she used it now?"

"Five, it looks like. But what do you mean she? A world filled with female nudity seems like a man's fantasy to me."

"I'm working under the assumption that it's a lesbian woman running The App. I mean if it were a guy you'd want the ability to fuck all the naked women, right? But male nudity is still prohibited it seems."

"That makes sense, but remember; assumptions make-"

"-an ass out of you and me. Yeah yeah."

"Well," Mike said, "Whoever it is, at least they're not quite as crazy as the inventor was. I can't believe that asshole made Canada a real country AND got rid of the eight day week."

"I always hated Chonsday though." Janet replied.

"Everyone did. But you can't just get rid of a day like that. It isn't right."

"So what now?" Janet asked.

"I don't know. Walk around campus and see if any suspicious lesbians are warping reality, I guess. I'll keep in touch if there are any more changes made. The Device should protect you from them, even at close range. But listen, uh... since I'm stuck in the office... would you be willing to send me a few photos and videos? For surveillance purposes only, you understand."

"Nope." Janet said simply, and disconnected from the call. She grinned at herself in the mirror. "Stupid horny bastard."

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and smoothed out her outfit. In doing so, her hands brushed against the 9mm pistol she had tucked inside her other jacket pocket. Well then, she told herself, time to go explore. She unlocked and opened the bathroom door, and was immediately greeted to the sight of a bottomless girl standing just outside. She wore a pink t-shirt, a pair of flip-flops, and nothing else. In one hand she held a pair of bunched up panties. She did not, Janet could not help but notice, seem to be a believer in feminine grooming; her pubic hair was a bit of a wild bush. With a smile of apology she pushed past Janet and started to wash the panties in the sink. She turned and jumped as she found Janet still watching her.

"Oh, sorry," the girl said. "Just need to wash these. I've been cumming in them all day."

"No, that's quite alright." Janet replied awkwardly. "I, ah, know the feeling."

A complete and utter lie, of course, since Janet was not affected by the changing of the rules. She backed away and found herself standing in the hallway once more. She didn't know who owned The App or where they might be, but she resolved to search somewhere on campus in the hope of stumbling across a clue.