Gwendolyn Sexy cheerleader - app that changes reality

I was in the university's gym after my classmates left. I stayed to do my last training since I like to exercise late, or at least I thought I was alone.

Flash!

Not far away, the flash of a phone took me out of my routine. I was surprised and quickly became angry to discover a small figure.

It was Dexter Donovan, 18, the most nerdy boy I had ever met. He had bass, past-fashionable paste lenses, acne marked across his entire face, and terrible crooked teeth.

He was the typical boy obsessed with equations, spreadsheets, and science who could hardly say five words in front of a girl without stuttering. I immediately assumed that he had come to take compromising photos of me for his night fantasies.

There could be no other reason. With my perfect blond hair, blue eyes, a breast size of 100, and a round butt, I am the sexiest girl in the university. I am used to having hordes of fans behind me, but what I always hated was having that nerdy shit chasing my body all day.

With its red and white uniform, long white socks, and matching boots, it was a great attraction for any boy with hormones.

Irritated by him, I saw he was semi-hidden behind the stage, his head so stuck on the phone that he did not notice he had been discovered.

"Can you believe that you are a plotting nerd?" I said to him in front of him.

The little young man startled on the spot and made a squeak similar to a trapped rat, lifting his gaze, scaring himself even more when he witnessed my face full of anger.

"Ugh... Dexter... Dexter... you... you," he stuttered, as usual, which was something that took me out of my composure.

"Answer me at once; what the fuck did you hide there?" I spoke again, raising my voice. "Were you looking for the best angle to get a perverted photo of me? A close-up of my chest or to discover the color of my panties?" I added, stomping my foot.

That caused Dexter to tremble like the coward he always has been. I could see that he still had his phoneIn his hands, juggling so that he does not fall to the floor.

"No...uh...this is not...it is...what...it seems," he replies curiously, treating his phone writing with a lot of nervousness.

"Isn't it? Then I wouldn't bother you if...I did this!"

He quickly removed the phone long before he could even take it away.

"Noooo!"

The **** young man reacted by stretching his hand to recover his phone, but I am faster. I raised my arm away from his reach and separated him with a push. It was a special thing, especially against a library rat that has never exercised. I have to remember to wash my hands later after touching his face full of acne.

"Please, what are you afraid of? I will find out."

When I see the screen, I see that, in effect, if I had taken a picture, it took a small jump while raising my right leg. He is not as revealing as I believed, but I strongly refuse that that disgusting act had some victory or reward. When I thought of Delete, I noticed something weird.

My photo was in an app that I did not recognize. Instant Girl X was the name; it did not sound like something I would use, so I saw the frightened nerd looking for more answers.

"What the fuck is this? One of those dating simulators with AI? He... what a loser you are, you thought to use my image for your disgusting game. You are more sick than I thought."

"Uh... that... that is not... it is not!"

"Stop the stupidities. You only believe yourself. Everyone knows that you are a poor pervert who will never have contact with a girl, unless you pay a fortune, which you obviously do not possess."

He looked more attentively at the app, noticed a box with the words "Activate change" under a letter that I was sure to do, and that was the drop that spilled the glass.

Gwendolyn Rossi from time to time gives her panties to Dexter Donovan to make fun of him.

A gigantic wave would flood my guts as I had never experienced before; my face became blood red, something that caused dread in Dexter's face.

“I beg you… it’s not what it seems.”

The nerd was caught in a tangle of nerves and anxiety that he thought he’d barely overcome.

“You are the most disgusting person I’ve known in my life! You thought this app would do something magical!”

He was so furious that he wanted to smash his phone on that repulsive face that he hated so much, but he knew he would destroy the only proof of his perversion.

“So, I am about to take a screenshot to send it to my phone so that, in case Dexter tried to erase everything…”

“…but I do not know how the application works, and by accident, he pressed the table to activate the change.”

Activated change.

“I’m tired of you. I’m going to give you your deserved punishment.”

Dexter was about to cry when he raised my right hand, and in a rapid movement, he raised my skirt, and thanks to the fact that the young man found himself on the floor, he had a perfect view of my panties with a floral print.

“What!”

The nerd's face was a sight to behold; his glasses slid down to the tip of his nose, his jaw dropped, and a thread of blood trickled down one nostril.

Observing his pathetic expression always delighted me to see the face that I could manipulate with a look from my gaze. He tortured him by showing him what he could never possess; the poor soul was likely twisting with madness when he was alone.

He concluded his punishment by loosening my skirt with a hungry look.

"I hope that with this you learn the disgusting lesson," he said, and then released his phone, the one that woke him up. "I changed my mind; I don't need this to punish you."

Satisfied, I turned around to go home, though I saw Dexter sideways as he used the phone to move his fingers frantically. What could he be seeing on that app?

Activated command.

Suddenly, I stop and see Dexter again, there on the gymnasium floor with only his phone as company. I saw him looking so sad. Without wanting to, I give a little sigh when I see him looking that way. I had a huge penalty to pay if I only knew how much he attracts me.

My feelings for Dexter have been my greatest secret. Every time I see his face, full of acne, and those glasses that looked good, my heart vibrates without control. But I should not reveal my feelings because of what my friends would say; I still can't help but want to make him feel better.

He saw me and swallowed with **** that gave me the courage to wet my most fleshy lips, as I went to give him one of my best smiles.

"I'm very sorry; I was very immature before. Let me help you," I say, extending my hand.

His eyes illuminated, and a big smile was drawn on his face, a smile that I liked very much. I did not know why the other girls displeased him.

"Thank you, ..... Gwen," says the nerd shyly, stretching his hand too.

When our fingers touch, I feel a tingling sensation, and I start to become aroused.

"It's nothing; after all, it was my fault that you are on the ground."

After that, Dexter quickly sinks his face into his phone, something that fooled me a lot. How can he be so engrossed in a screen when faced with someone as beautiful as me?

Activated command.

Then, I came up with an incredible idea. I approached Dexter more closely, which caused a strong blush. I then passed my left hand through his disheveled hair.

"Hey, I had some small problems in chemistry. Uh, and since you are very, very good at it... he asked me if you would help me with that?" I say with a cloying voice.

Dexter swallows saliva again and breathes deeply, as if it were the answer to his life.

"If I would like Gwen!"

"Good, are we going home? My parents will be away all weekend; that is, we will have the house to ourselves." Now my pink hand touches his lips.

"Oh God, no... no problem... come on."