Day 2

I woke up with a jerk, and grabbed my phone. Already two in the afternoon.

I had lost crucial hours.

For some reason I knew it hadn’t been a weird dream, and sure enough, there was the game in my app drawer.

“Hello, Mike!” the female voice said.

“Hello, Liz,” I replied, and walked to the bathroom with nothing but my phone.

“Ugh,” I thought, as I saw myself in the mirror. I was really pale and out of shape and my new coolness rating of 7 was apparently not affecting that. Having four in fitness was bugging me.

“I guess I should head to the gym today,” I said.

“Well… I don’t want to be rude, Mike…” Liz said, “but you may have a point. I’m not sure if you heard Miss Adams sigh yesterday when you took your shirt off?”

“Okay, okay! You don’t have to rub it in,” I yelled and went into the shower.

Two hours later, I was finally sweating at the downtown gym. It was a bit too expensive for most students, but I had a good reason to pay the extra fees, and I was discreetly looking at it from the treadmill.

Vanessa Jones...

One of the many personal trainers and instructors at the gym, but the only one fully booked at all times. She loved working out, and she obviously knew what she was doing. Her ass was perfectly sculpted; big and round, yet almost impossibly firm. Even the girls had to look when she walked by in her tight lycra pants.

The 5’10 beauty had long, dark hair which she kept in a pony tail, and was even blessed with large, firm tits. Natural or not? It was a common discussion topic in the men’s changing room. They were out of proportion on her fit frame, though not impossibly so. No verdict had been reached, however. She seemed to avoid hooking up with customers.

I slowed down to a walking speed and pulled up the game on my app to enter her name. “Vanessa Jones. Gym instructor and aspiring actress. 27 years old. Currently dating, but no steady boyfriend. No STDs. On the pill. Loves exercising, thriller movies, big cocks. Rating 10/10.”

I audibly gasped. “Liz?!” I whispered into the headphone mic.

“What, she does!” the sexy voice said. “By the way, there’s a 0% probability for success with her. You should stop daydreaming and focus on your exercise.”

“Whatever,” I whispered and sped up the treadmill. I spent the next ninety minutes running and lifting weights, angry at Liz’s comments, and decided to make it my big goal to score with Vanessa. However, I realized I had a long way to go.

When I emerged from the gym showers afterwards, and picked up my phone, there was a notification from the game. I looked around nervously, making sure I was alone before opening it. The little ping sound played. A message informed me that I had been awarded a first time bonus point in fitness for my gym efforts. Immediately after reading it, I felt my entire body tickle.

Astonishingly, I watched in the mirror how my muscles increased and my body tightened. Nice! If only every gym session was like this, I would have gone a lot more.

Pleased with the day so far, I decided to have coffee downtown. I had some reading to do for an upcoming exam, and selected a corner table in a small, cozy café in the old town. After finishing my Americano and baguette, I noticed a group of girls sitting three tables away with their lattes and frappuccinos, yapping away in a foreign language.

They couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, I thought, although it was hard to tell with girls sometimes. One of them, a blonde, was really cute, in my opinion. Making sure nobody saw me, I discreetly snapped a photo. “Please select person of interest,” the app said, and outlined the girls in the picture. I clicked on the blonde.

“Eva Lund. Norwegian. High school graduate on vacation with friends. 19 years old. Boyfriend back home. No STDs. On the pill. Looking for fun. Rating 6/10.”

Norway, huh. That explained her shoulder-length blonde hair. High on adrenaline after the gym, I decided to go over and introduce myself, after quickly reading up on her country on Wikipedia.

“Hi girls!” I said. The five of them looked up at me, standing next to their table. “Having a good time on vacation?” I continued, and smiled.

“Umm… yeah!” one of the girls replied, and they all burst into laughter.

“I couldn’t help hearing you speak in… what’s that, Norwegian?”

“Wow, that’s quite impressive. Most guys guess we’re Swedish!” another girl said.

“Who are you?” Eva asked me with a skeptic, obviously the alpha female of the pack.

“Oh, I am just a local student here, but I am really interested in travelling and meeting people from all over the world. I actually visited Bergen and umm… Geiranger (right? They nodded) last summer. Such a beautiful country!”

“Cool! We are from Bergen, actually!” the first girl said, and they all giggled again. “I’m Thea, what’s your name?”

“Mike,” I said, and shook hands with the girls one by one, with Eva as the last one. I kept her eye while I raised her hand and kissed it. “Enchanté!”

She giggled and asked me to sit down with them. Soon they were asking me all sorts of questions about my city and what cool stuff we could do. My charisma ({Charisma}) and coolness ({Coolness}) made it easy to flirt, I noted, and I guess it didn’t help that they were speaking with an older, foreign guy.

Eva was a pretty hot blonde. I couldn’t see her ass obviously, but she had a pretty face, firm, medium sized tits and was generally good looking. I decided to go all in, and took her hand. “So, Eva, would you like to have a drink tonight? There’s this fun club downtown I’d love to show you!”

“Ooh,” the other girls said, and Eva blushed. I could tell that she hesitated, perhaps thinking about her boyfriend back home. Eventually, she smiled at me. “Yeah, okay!” she said, and we exchanged numbers. As the girls were leaving, I pulled her close and gave her a friendly kiss, on the lips of course.

The girls wooed again, and Eva smiled. “See you later!” I said, and heard a “ding!” from my phone as I watched them leave. For the first time I saw her ass. “Wow, it’s really nice and tight!” I thought, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the barista checking it out too.

After the girls left, I sat back down with my books. One of the guys working the café came over with another coffee. “Dude, that was smooth. You gotta teach me how to do that!”

“Hehe!” I just laughed.

When he left, I picked my phone up. I had received three points to allocate. I clicked the interaction button. “Hi, Mike. That was quite impressive for a day 2. You know what? We’re giving you half the score already since you can’t possibly fuck this up. Use it well!”

The screen said: Points to distribute: 3

I was unsure how to proceed, so I clicked HINT.

“It’s possible to reallocate points once per day, but only up to three.”

Hmm, that meant that however I placed the points, it wasn’t necessarily permanent. Though there was a limit to mistakes. I looked at my points. At 4, my looks were not in line with my other skills. I decided to increase it to 6, and use the remaining point to boost my already high charisma to 8. My total score was now 62. Not wanting to raise any suspicion, I quickly went to the men’s room, before clicking APPLY.

To my surprise, I started to float up into the air. Wait, no, my feet were still firmly on the floor. I was getting taller! I grew to about six feet, from my original 5’6. It appeared as though height was directly correlated with looks? It made sense, after all, with how obsessed most girls are with male height.

To my surprise, the clothes expanded to fit my new physique. After the usual tingling passed, I also noticed in the bathroom mirror how my jaw line had gotten stronger, my skin cleaner and my hair thicker. Wow, I felt great!

“Liz?” I asked.

“Yeah?” she replied.

“This… change… won’t people notice it? It’s pretty drastic.”

“No. Everything you do in the game will be applied to both the future and to other people’s memories. Nobody will remember the old state you were in.”

“This is so weird,” I said, and inspected my new look in the mirror.