Discussion to test the waters

So, you know without a doubt that everything was legitimate. Charles and the doctor selected you for some sort of experiment or what have you, and you've now ended up in an alternate reality where you can do whatever you damn well please.

You figure it wouldn't hurt to test the waters, though. Getting answers and reactions from Vivian could let you find out just how effective your fine-tuning was.

"Are you gonna fuck me then?" she asks very simply, as if she was inquiring about the time of day. The casual aspect of it is definitely done perfectly—hearing her say such a thing so nonchalantly is already doing wonders for your erection.

"Can we just talk for a bit first?" you ask her, taking a seat on the fountain next to a girl who's peacefully reading a book. Her sleek, nude legs are crossed as she flips a page, obviously unfazed with how she's exposing herself.

"Sure!" Vivian says with an upbeat smile, taking a seat on the other side of you and crossing her legs in a similar manner. Her black flip-flops dangle precariously, the arches and curves of her size 6 feet looking somewhat alluring. Could be something to mess with later...

"You mind if I ask you some questions?" you request of Vivian, looking at her with a sort of sheepish grin. "I woke up today feeling really out of it. Feels like I'm in a dream or something. These questions might sound incredibly basic and even obvious, so sorry about that ahead of time."

"What're you apologizing for, John?" she asks with a peaceful smile, her brilliant eyes of ocean blue exuding warmth towards you. "It's perfectly okay. What do you want to ask me?"

"Firstly...this is normal, right?"

"This?" she repeats, not quite sure what you were going for.

"This," you emphasize, looking around the area at all of the beautiful woman showcasing their behinds to the world. "Women just...don't wear pants, right?"

"Wow, that really IS an obvious question," Vivian says with a giggle, nodding her head towards you. "Is this like an episode of a TV show where you're the main character and you suddenly wake up with amnesia?"

That comparison is...almost scarily accurate, actually.

"I told you they'd be dumb questions," you explain again. "Could you answer, though?"

"Yes, John, women don't wear pants," she says in a quirky voice, as if imitating an old woman talking about ages past. "Or shorts, or skirts, or panties...we just don't."

"Okay...why?"

She stares at you blankly for a moment, and then laughs a bit upon seeing your lack of continued response. "You're serious? Really, John? Wow...I don't know if this some sort of prank, but I'll play along. I told you: we just...don't. It's that simple, really. It's just normal for us to not wear pants. It's been like that for as long as anyone can remember."

It really is legitimate...you already knew it was, but the shock is still there. The doctor...just who is the doctor? And how in the hell did he make this happen?

"I'm going to assume that you're pretending to be an amnesiac for some reason," Vivian plays along with a smile. "That being the case, I guess should also explain that some girls still wear things like stockings or pantyhose. Some go barefoot, while others still wear shoes or sandals, or some just go with socks. It's up to each girl individually and however she wants to go about her wardrobe. The one thing you won't see for certain, though, are the big four: pants, shorts, skirts, and panties. I don't think I know a single girl who even still has any of those lying around somewhere."

"Alright, thanks," you say as sincerely as you can. It's still mind-boggling, but it seems to be the truth. "So, the same applies to...me?"

"...You?" Vivian repeats once again, looking rather confused. "Well, John, I would certainly hope you don't have any panties lying around!"

She giggles to herself as you roll your eyes in realization of the joke. "Yeah, I walked into that one," you explain with a small smile. Vivian calms down and regains her composure as you resume speaking. "What I meant was...you know..."

Vivian blinks, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

It's just...can you really get used to saying things like that?

Yes...yes, you can. Don't overthink it. Just keep Charles' words in mind and you'll be fine.

"What I mean is," you continue, throwing away your embarrassment and sense of shame, "the same applies to how I fuck you and other girls?"

"Oh, yeah!" Vivian says with a nod, reacting to your absurd statement as if it was nothing. "You've been fucking girls in public at your leisure for a while now. That's just how things have been."

"Why me, though?" you ask, knowing that you took the selfish route with your societal modifier. "Why not other guys? Why am I the only one allowed to do that?"

"John, why does anyone do what they do?" she counters with a question, looking at you with curious eyes. "It's just the way things are. We walk around with our asses out and you fuck whichever one of us you feel like whenever you want, no matter what we're doing...it's that simple. There's no complex reason behind it, no ulterior reasoning to try and uncover. It's just the way things are. No one's ever questioned it and no one ever will."

...well, shit. You've got no idea who the doctor is, but after hearing that, you're convinced that he can't be human. How anyone could do this is beyond you.

"What's got you all metaphorical and philosophical today?" Vivian asks, peering at you with inquisition. "This isn't like you at all. It's like you've forgotten your entire life so far or something...don't you remember all the times you used to play with my butt whenever we hung out? Or all the times you I sucked you off in the backseat whenever my mom drove us around?"

Hearing her recall such moments as if they were nothing more than casual meetups...your erection will not be able to handle the containment of your jeans for much longer.

"Uh-oh," Vivian says with a giggle, poking your crotch with her index finger. "Looks like our little toy soldier is becoming a lieutenant again. Well, John, I don't know what's going on with you, but..."

Putting her books down on the floor, Vivian stands up and steps in front of you, bending over slightly and bringing her ass to your face.

Is this actually happening...?

She grabs hold of her plump asscheeks and spreads them apart, revealing a tightly closed asshole.

"...why don't you just ram my butthole like you always do? You seem to feel much better afterwards."

In broad daylight, your good friend is openly offering her body to you, and no one has anything to say about it. The girl next to you is still reading, and people are walking by without too much of a second glance. Some people do take momentary notice, however.

"Oh, is that John?" a passing blonde haired girl says to the guy she's walking with. "He came back to campus just to fuck Vivian, huh? I guess he doesn't have much else to do today."

"Watch out, he just might come after you next," her male friend playfully jabs, punching her shoulder lightly.

"Please," the blonde retorts. "John's fucked me more times than I can count. I don't even notice him sometimes."

She continues walking with her male friend as their conversation jumps to another topic. That brief mention, on top of Vivian openly offering herself, is proof enough that your behavioral modifier is also in effect.

It's true. It's all true.

Blinking, you're left in awe with continued shock about everything. Vivian seems somewhat upset at your lack of response, evident by her whining as she wiggles her butt slightly. "Come on, John! I don't like seeing you all weird like this! Just shove your cock in my ass and blow your load all over my face like you always do! You'll feel better, I promise!"

There's no fighting it. There's no trying to explain it, there's no point in thinking about it. Without a doubt, Charles' claims were the truth. For reasons beyond your understanding, an enigmatic "doctor" has altered your reality into one of endless pleasure.

Well, then...it would be extremely rude to this "doctor" if you didn't take advantage of the wonderful what that he so graciously constructed for you, no?

Heart and mind resolute, you throw aside all doubt and worry. It's time to enjoy yourself.

The question is...with what? Do you start with this gorgeous redhead Vivian, a good friend who genuinely cares about you and wishes to see you well? Or will you begin your adventure elsewhere?