Daniel Cox, 3rd year college student

Anyone with half a braincell, when discovering an app on their phone that they don't remember downloading, would immediately delete it and probably try to scan for some sort of virus. Luckily for me, I lost my last braincell a while ago, especially when it comes to suspicious apps with a scantily clad woman for an icon.

"Hey Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"How much do you weigh?"

With only a slight pause from scrolling on her phone Sara gives me the most sarcastic tone I can imagine.

"It's truly a mystery why you haven't had a girlfriend as long as I've known you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Why do you even need to know?"

"Just curious is all."

"Whatever. About 125 pounds."

I know asking a woman her weight is considered rude, but I have a good reason. It's the same reason I ask this.

"What about cup size?"

This time she replies without missing a beat. "I figured you would have guessed already with how often your eyes are glued to my tits." She's currently wearing a sweatshirt and pants, but the sweatshirt is a bit tight in the chest area and does little to hide her two blessings.

"What? You noticed that?"

"Of course I noticed. Whenever you think I'm not paying attention your eyes follow them like they contain the secret to the universe or something." All this accompanied with a giggle and roll of her eyes.

"Oh, sorry. I'll stop from now on." I meant it too. I genuinely don't want to make her uncomfortable, but they are just so eye catching.

"Don't worry about it, if it bothered me that much I would have brought it up already. Plus we both know that's a promise you can't keep." She replied with a grin plastered on her face. "Just try to keep your eyes above the clavicle when were actually having a conversation and we're good."

"You're a saint, you know that?" I actually mean that as well. I've never actually seen Sara actually get angry at someone for anything.

"I know. You're truly blessed to be friends with be" she said with an overdramatic toss of her hair.

We're sitting my college dorm room. Women weren't technically supposed to be in the men's dorms, but none of the guys are going to rat on women hanging around. Both of us were doom scrolling reddit, or we both were until I noticed something odd on my phone.

"...So cup size?"

"Ugh, fine I'll tell you, but only if you tell me why the sudden interest in my specific measurements." She says as she crosses her arms under her bust and gives me a single raised eye brow.

"Deal." I reply while trying to keep the promise I had made only seconds before.

"Double D's. Now spill it."

I reply by showing her what's currently displayed on my phone.

The header read "Custom Girls" with the whole page having a general pink styling. Below that read "Profile" with said profile just below.

Name: Sara Scott
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Waist length blonde
Cup Size: DD
Body type: Slim Thick
Orientation: Straight leaning Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Current Kinks: Exhibitionism, Cum, Groups
Current Hobbies: Video games, Reddit, Fitness
Arousal level: 26%
Number of sexual partners: 13
Current activity: Investigating weird friend
Groups: In Development
Hotkeys:

• None

Customizations:

• None

She has a blank stare on her face as she processes what she's seeing.

Thank you for reading the first thing I have ever written. Criticism is not only welcome, but encouraged. Just don't be a dick about it. My plan for this branch of Custom girls is a guy and his female friend get up to some naughty fun with the app.