An ex

‘I am going to kill my sister’, thought Devin.

The woman on the screen was Annette “Annie” Lockhart, Janet’s best friend, and a particularly hard-fought one night stand of Devin’s, who had to take considerable effort to act like he cared enough about her to get into her good graces and between her legs before dumping her.

“Heyyyy Annie… It’s been a while. How you been?”, Devin asked with trepidation.

“Oh I’ve just been peachy these last few years. I managed to become the producer for this big new show, and my career’s booming! It’s funny what a good motivator a broken heart is!”, Annie laughed, which Devin nervously laughed alongside, before she briefly cut off.

“Now I hear you have some concerns about there being a mix-up with the accommodation. Well let me assure you, you’re right where you belong with the rest of the girls”.

“…Come again?”, Devin flatly asked in shock.

Annie elaborated. “Let me weave you a hypothetical story. Say you’ve been unceremoniously abandoned by your best friend’s brother, the one guy who you opened up to, who actually made you feel special in your miserable life. Say you channel all that rage into something productive, and you become a successful career woman, making something of yourself as a producer of wildly successful dating TV shows. Say as you’re planning your next big hit, your bestie comes to you and begs for her shitty brother to be put on one of these shows in order to fix his shitty love life. Say you agree and invite him into a mansion with unlimited technical potential where he’ll be completely under your thumb, to do with whatever you want, seeing as he was dumb enough to sign over his rights. And say you felt like your life had been building up to this plan, where you could finally put this douchebag in his place and show him what it’s like to be one of the girls he fucks and leaves in the dust. Now does enlighten?”

Devin stared at the screen in shock, before rage filled his chest and he screamed “You better let me the fuck out of here right now!” as he tried to kick, and pry open the door.

“Oh you can leave any time, but that contract you signed ensures that if you leave before filming is completed, you’ll be liable to a $1,000,000 lawsuit. And that’s something I don’t think you want”.

The revelation splashed a cold dose of reality onto Devin, who dejectedly asked “What do you want me to do?”.

“Play along of course. I’m sure you can put on a good performance and make some quality TV for the viewing masses. Hell, you may even become a celebrity! All you have to do is play the game and win”, Annie stated.

“And what do I have to do to win?”, asked Devin impatiently.

“Get married to one of those fine gentlemen out there without being caught. But don’t worry, the auto-mansion is here to help you with that. Activate the touchpad and pick out a makeover. You’ll need it where you’re going”, instructed Annie.

The touchpad below sprang to life with various menus and options, alongside which where the prices for these procedures in a currency of points.

Devin’s eyes boggled at headings like ‘Brazilian Butt Lift’, ‘Breast Implants (Saline)’, ‘Tanning Course’, and ‘Anal Sensitivity Training’.

“It’s a wonder what technology can do these days. We have an automated cosmetic surgery centre with enough healing elixirs to have you back up on your feet just a week after having your dick cut up, with none of the need for dilation! Plus we can manufacture any outfits and give you any beauty procedures you want right here on the premises. It truly is a girls’ paradise!”, Annie gushed.

“Just to let you know, one of the rules of the game is that anybody can spend the points they win to change anybody else, and there’s some contestants just dying to have some fun with you! But don’t worry, if you save up enough points, you can reverse any of the changes they make. Once you’ve learned your lesson that is.”

“No, I’m not doing this. I’m not becoming your girly plaything! I’m a man, goddamnit! I have rights!”, Devin complained.

“Contract, remember? And by the by, it’s impossible for you to get out of these autoclosets till you pick something. Now hurry up Davina, the girls are waiting”, Annie demanded.