Ant a 30 year old artist.

It’s just another Saturday morning in your Putney flat. At 30, your life has settled into a comfortable routine — work, occasional hookups, hanging with friends.

Your flatmate David has been distant lately. Maybe it’s something to do with your one-night stand with his Ex, Jessica a month ago… but surely he’s over it.

You wake up hungover, your head spinning. There’s a phone on your nightstand that you assume is yours — until you see it’s already unlocked and glowing pink. You pick it up, groggily looking at the screen as you make your way into the kitchen for much needed coffee.

“The Perfect Girlfriend App.”

You don’t remember downloading it, and you can’t seem to close it. A bubbly animated blonde named Becky appears, welcoming you to what looks like a silly simulator where you design a girl you can date or something...

Just sliders, choices, and an over-the-top premise: design your dream "girlfriend". With that a timer pops up in the corner, "lock in changes by 11:45".

Harmless fun, you think. What could possibly go wrong?

11:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You pick up the strange phone from your nightstand, squinting at its pink glow through your hangover haze. Your head pounds as you try to make sense of what you're seeing—an app called "The Perfect Girlfriend" that refuses to close despite your repeated attempts to exit or switch to another screen.

"Hiiiiii there, sleepyhead!" The greeting comes from an animated blonde who suddenly bounces onto the screen, her enormous breasts barely contained in a tight crop top with glittering "PGA" letters stretched across it. She twirls a strand of platinum hair around her finger, her glossy pink lips pursed in an exaggerated pout. "I'm Becky, your personal Perfect Girlfriend Assistant! Ready to design your dream girl?"

You stare blankly at the screen, wondering if you're still drunk from last night. Becky giggles at your confusion, leaning forward so her cleavage fills more of the screen. "Don't get all shy on me now, sweetie... I've seen your browser history," she winks, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "All those naughty videos you watch when you think nobody's looking? I know exactly what gets you going."

The main interface loads, revealing an impressive array of customization options. There are dozens of sliders for every conceivable body part—height, weight, breast size (with cup sizes from AA to impossibly large), waist-to-hip ratio, lip fullness, even "bounciness factor." Another section shows mental attributes: IQ (currently set at 110), personality traits, speech patterns, and kinks. Each adjustment you make causes an immediate change to the rotating 3D model at the center of the screen—a featureless female form waiting to be customized.

"Ten minutes on the clock, babe," Becky announces as a countdown timer appears in the corner: 00:10:00. "Better start playing with my settings... unless you want me to choose for you." She runs her tongue over her lips suggestively. "And trust me, I know exactly what kind of girlfriend you really want, even if you won't admit it to yourself."

At the bottom of the screen, a pulsing pink "LOCK IN" button throbs like a heartbeat, drawing your attention. Something about it feels important—final. The hangover makes it hard to focus, but curiosity gets the better of you. You begin exploring the sliders, watching with fascination as the center model morphs with each adjustment.

"That's it," Becky purrs encouragingly as you experiment. "Don't be afraid to go bigger... or dumber." She giggles, tapping a finger to her temple. "Sometimes the best girlfriends don't need to think too hard, you know?"

(Hi there, Took this one into a weird but interesting direction, I know, AI slop, but hell I had fun with this so I hope you guys do too. Enjoy this adventure. Vistion123)