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. Having four in fitness was bugging me. Sure, I had a big, fat dick now, but the rest of my body didn't match.

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

“Well… I don’t want to be rude, Mike…” Liz said, “but you do 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?”

“Yes. Most guys guess we’re Swedish!” another girl said, and they all laughed. “Stupid Americans!”

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 was just about to say something, when she spoke up.

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

“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 Berg-”

“Get lost. Stupid, fat american nerd. Leave us alone, and delete that photo.”

The mood around the table shifted immediately. People from other parts of the cafe turned heads. I stammered something, then started back-tracking to my own table. I started packing up my things.

“Umm, I am going to have to ask you to leave,” the barista said.

“Sure,” I said.

“Now.”

“Yes, yes, I'm leaving now,” I said.

Dejected, I walked out of the café. Despite my charisma ({Charisma}) being quite high, it couldn't make up for my low fitness ({Fitness}) and coolness ({Coolness}).

I felt shitty.

I needed to get more points and fix some of those issues. But how? I had brains, charisma and was packing heat. The rest of my skills were average at best.

I had to find another nerd.