Discovering I Nita Detour

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shoutout to Lesbilover69 for giving me permission to use this character from said author's branch. :)]

Well, my intended destination was the Matheu household to prep the other women there. After all, they'd need to prepare Patricia's last stray sisters once they showed. Patty already confirmed by text that they hadn’t, but there’d be no harm in getting everyone ready in advance, not to mention get Mother Matheu ready for what promises to be a lot of additions to her clan.

What came to pass instead was that we barely got halfway there before Patricia tugs on my arm. I gave her the Vita to hold and "patrol" for names of interest--i.e., the women I was on hunt for--while I focused on driving. Sure enough, she spots one before we even get to pull out of Fondle’s neighborhood: Nita Perez, with all her original purchase options available and her single "bestowed" customization. A few new options are there among them:

NITA PEREZ
Seeing a male who isn't paying her any attention will compel her to undress in stages until he notices her: 25 gems.
Seeing a female who’s focusing on her will quickly arouse her: 35 gems.
She becomes fixated on having genitals in her mouth as often as possible: 75 gems.
She will lactate uncontrollably when her breasts are squeezed: 5 gems.
Her academic success becomes measured by how much sex she has in every class: 60 gems.
She answers any question about her sexuality honestly: 6 gems.
Answering questions will heavily sexually stimulate her: 6 gems.
She can only speak in a moaning, lustful voice: 2 gems.
Increase breasts to B-cups: 1 gem.
Increase hips and buttocks: 3 gems.
She can only address User as "Master" and agrees to any binding or grabbing he proposes: 50 gems.
Her feet become extremely sensitive erogenous zones whenever User touches them: 7 gems.
Hotkey: strip a piece of clothing, 3/day: 10 gems.
Hotkey: bend over, unlimited: 5 gems.
Hotkey: finger vagina, unlimited: 10 gems.

It takes just a few minutes, and about four suspicious circlings of the neighborhood block, to narrow down where she might be, but I'm ready to give up on actually finding her. I mean she's got to be in one of these... maybe six or eight houses in this area, but without a summon hotkey I've no way to know which one or where she might be. But at least now I have a clue as to who she is: she must be a student of some kind, as her most expensive customization suggests. Of the resources I have to identify girls in my school, Alice would be the best, but she’s dead asleep. But thinking she's a student... now that name suddenly seems... familiar...

Well… no risk in just… asking around, right?

I pick one of the houses randomly, a tall, two-story unit with a garage, and pull into its driveway.

“This is it?”

“Not sure, but I’m going to knock and ask.”

“If it isn’t, are you going to customize the woman here?”

“I mean, if the person here is even-” But as I put it into park, I catch what Patricia already spotted: a woman sitting at the living room window, sitting still as she looks out to the street... no, to us, albeit barely perceptibly. She's trying to not look like she's keeping an eye on us, or at least that's what my gut tells me. It takes my brain a second to process that she isn’t sitting at the window, but instead on a wheelchair that’s just barely visible before she closes the curtains, still never letting her eyes drift to us. “Huh… hopefully she’s friendly.”

“I found her on the app.”

“What...? The lady inside? How do you figure-?” I glance down at the Vita… and see that Patricia found a feminine outline that terminates suddenly at the pelvis. The left arm, too, suddenly ends at just above where its elbow should be.

OPHELIA WATERSTONE
Becomes a natural redhead: 2 gems.
Any attempt to berate User becomes a sexual compliment: 15 gems.
Her right breast grows to D-cup: 5 gems.
Her right nipple is restored and starts lactating: 15 gems.
Her left breast is restored and gains all customizations applied to the right: 25 gems.
Her scar tissue heals and becomes twice as sensitive to touch: 35 gems.
Her vagina and uterus are fully restored: 20 gems.
Her ass doubles in size: 6 gems.
She must masturbate every day the first time someone tells her to do so: 80 gems.
Hotkey: **** her limbs to go limp for one hour, 10/day: 15 gems.

I had never considered how the app would treat people with these kinds of injuries or handicaps… and though it feels a bit predatory, my interest is apparently piqued enough that Patty mutters as I gawk at the Vita. “She could serve you… but not as much as someone with legs.”

“Jesus, Patty!”

She stares back at me with honest surprise. “It’s true, though. Pregnancy would also be very stressful for her, and you would need to make special arrangements to transport her. She is not an ideal Custom Girl.”

It’s weird to hear someone say that aloud, never mind Patricia’s deadpan delivery. “Well, if I gave her enough gems… hmm, no, I mean regrowing body parts is on the list… probably not in the Health Program…”

“Why... wouldn't they give her back her legs?”

I shake my head at that. “I don’t know… legs are sexy, so I mean... I'd have guessed that would be one of the first things the succubi add. ” I pause and wait... but no tooltip comes up to correct the list. Ah well, worth a shot. “Well, maybe they'll be there tomorrow.”

Patricia peers down beyond the Vita to her own legs, but I barely notice it as I contemplate this new addition…

… right until I spot a teenager walking out to her black BMW next door. Nita Perez is a name that always sounds familiar, but I owed it until now to just how many Perez' we had at school, let alone in town.

But of course, how would I remember Nita Perez? Having no care or concern for our school rankings, why would I remember the name of our Valedictorian? Seeing her petite frame, shorter still than even Maria, stuns me with embarrassment. I really forgot the leader of my class, our highest achiever and one of our shortest members. Nita Perez, whose name was posted all over school announcements I routinely ignored, whose portrait was on various school boards and in dedicated pages of yearbooks I seldom looked through... ah yes, that Nita Perez.

I let myself stew in it for a bit.

“Could that be Nita-?”

“Yep. That's her.” As I should've known from the start. Come to think of it, isn't Alice a friend of hers? I mean Alice is friends with plenty of girls, and... ugh, I could've just had her get me to Nita yesterday!

Ms. Waterstone will have to be investigated another day; for now, I pull out of the stranger’s driveway and then alongside Nita’s, blocking her car and earning her surprised, worried stare. I roll my window down to wave; she spots Patty behind me and… well, I promise you she relaxes once she realizes it's not just a strange man cornering her.

Oh, if she only knew. “Hey, Nita!”

“Oh… it’s Nee-ta, but hi!” A perfect, practiced response. Brown hair stops just below her shoulders, well-trimmed eyebrows frame that cute, well-maintained face, and her glasses complete that “adorkable” look some porn actresses go for. What’s very not-porn about Nita is… well, her body. One of the reasons our greatest academic escapes my notice is probably that she is nothing to write home about: flat chest, probably little to no ass, thin body… I mean the more I think about it, the more she’s just a Pacific-South American version of Wendy, replacing insane conspiracy theories with full AP classes and promises of scholarships to any school she wants.

As far as I know, she’s just as single as Wendy, too. It may seem mean to judge her by anything but her brilliant mind, but... she's just got nothing going on, body-wise, and it's never been more evident than after my orgy with some of the most gorgeous women I've met. “Right, Nita,” I correct myself, “sorry… I’m Dave, David Haines? We’re in the same class? I think you know my sister, too, right? Alice Haines?”

She nods. “Ah... oh! You're her brother!” A pause, as if she were jotting down something in her mind... and her growing smile tells me it's not something complimentary. “Of course! Hi David, sorry I didn’t recognize you. Umm... I'm sorry to ask, but could you… move your car? I need to go, it's for tutoring, otherwise I'd love to stay and chat!” Again, I feel like I'm being read a script... a very polite, believable, unobjectionable script.

I have to imagine getting pregnant at barely eighteen years of age does not factor into those well-versed plans of a Valedictorian.