Focus on mind

How would she use the first points? Jessica considered this for a while. Maybe it would be better to focus on charisma and coolness? Add in a bit of confidence too, and then she would be ready to swoon any guy? She had twelve points. That could take her coolness, confidence and charisma all up to 7.

"It would make my character alluring and mysterious," she thought, "despite a bit of flab."

But maybe she could sacrifice some of it to get her fitness up too. Or maybe looks? She thought long and hard. Ok, so confidence, coolness and charisma to 6, and then fitness to 6 as well? That would surely make her character very interesting, and any heavy breathing wouldn't come from her asthma.

She looked at the new scores, waiting to press apply.

Confidence: {Confidence}/10
Coolness: {Coolness}/10
Charisma: {Charisma}/10
Intelligence: {Intelligence}/10
Looks: {Looks}/10
Fitness {Fitness}/10
Tits: {Tits}/10
Ass: {Ass}/10
Pussy: {Pussy}/10
Sex skills: {Sex_skills}/10

Overall: 4.6/10

She nodded approvingly, then verified the usage.

The atoms of her fingers never touched the screen, per se, but the capacitive change from their proximity was enough to fire off a cascade of electrons inside the electronic device. Something happened, that she would never be able to explain. A few nanoseconds passed, an EM field of some sort interacted with a receiver that nobody ever saw, and her world changed.

She fell back on the couch, dizzy. The world went black for a second.

When she opened her eyes, probingly, her mind was forever altered. If asked - as if anyone would be able to ask - she would have said that her inner soul, until now trapped by doubts and fears, had been released and she was finally herself. She stood up and walked towards the mirror in the hallway. Wait, hallway? Her apartment had grown, changed. She turned around and saw her living room. It was cooler than before. Retro furniture which she loved, stylish and classy, a smaller TV, but a record player and designer speakers. Even her clothes had changed - from worn-out old sweatpants to brand name yoga pants.

What the hell was going on?! The app seemed to have changed the physical world. Impossible!

She looked at herself in the mirror. Yeah. She was pretty cool. Her body... she had clearly lost 15 pounds, at least. She knew her body well. At 5’5 and 170 lbs, she knew she was overweight, even chubby. Her 40G breasts were large, but dropping low already at 22. Fairly slim waist, but large thighs and ass. Some guys liked it, or said they liked it, but she didn't. But now she couldn't be more than 155 lbs. Her love handles were still visible, but not pronounced. Her tits were unchanged, but her ass felt somewhat firmer, despite the fact that she hadn't touched the scrollbar.

She had a better haircut. Much more in tune with the trends, she looked so much better like this. She tossed her hair back and forth, seeing how it fell into style. Amazing.

But how could the app work like this? She looked at the scores again. Yeah, maybe they fit her. She didn't think about that earlier, but it was true. Huh. She wanted to talk to this AI character in the app, but at the moment he was missing.

She twirled around in front of the full-length mirror. She was such a cool woman, she thought to herself. Sure, not perfect, but very in tune with herself and proud. Sexy, even.

"Yeah, I'm sexy," she thought to herself.

The thought suddenly struck her. "The game! Did it say five days?!"

She looked again. The clock was ticking. 4d 23h 35m.

Time to rejoin Tinder.