Home... For Research

You should do your research before diving head first into a world that you knew nothing about. So far no one looked like they knew you were an alien on their planet, but none of them had seen you try to interact with somebody. Who knows what could have changed?

So you head to your apartment, oh so naturally. Walking just like a normal human being, you're very practiced at it. You do your best to not ogle what may or may not be covered up by the citizens of this fair reality. Mostly at the things they aren't covering.

It's just boobs and vagina for days man! Just hanging out. The women either don't wear shorts, or aren't wearing a bra. It's madness. Delicious delicious madness. You get caught looking more than a few times, despite your desire to be a gentleman. You don't get so much as a dirty look. They don't care if you look at their tits, because they just don't care about tits.

You kept calm exactly as long as you needed. All the way until your door was closed and locked. Seconds later you were throwing yourself into your couch cushion, and screaming your head off. God like power! God like power! God like power! There was so much to do, so much to see.

Why not get started?

You flipped open your lap top, and skimmed through your usual tabs.

News: This world was stuck in the middle of terrible wars, impending ecological collapse, and a potential economic crisis on the horizon. Not that much had changed actually.

Movies: It looked liked there was most of the same movies after the change, as before. A few were different, but you couldn't tell why. Amusingly a few of the movies had different actresses, than in your world. Actors were pretty much remained the same. Which could only mean that that they were switched out because of their perceived sex appeal. You looked around a bit, and concluded at the quality of breasts on screen had taken a serious downgrade in this world. Which was tragic but there was a lot more representation of feet, which was blessed.

Social Media: Oh boy.

Pretty much as interesting as you were expecting. All your friends and family members were living the same life, which was great! You could grab a cup of coffee with any of your friends and be caught up.

"Got my some new glooooovoes <3" Marrissa was showing off some pink silk gloves she'd bought at Victoria secret, which was apparently very cute lingerie according to the comments. They looked pretty good.

"Ugh, my ankles are so fat. Lord take me now." Beth feeling self conscious about her body, as per usual.

"All I really want in life is a big handed goth girlfriend." Dude, same.

"Some perv tried to hold my hand on the train today. Should I call the police?" Yikes somehow holding hands was even creepier than copping a feel. Wait... the dude was coping a feel. Holy crap, yes Sky call the police, Christ.

"I could never have a man as my podiatrist, it'd be so awkward." Well that one was too interesting to let pass... for science.

"Out of curiosity would you be uncomfortable with a male gynecologist?" You stared at the comment for a good ten minutes. Too clinical? You'd known June for like six years. Was there a more casual way to phrase that? Eh, probably not. You pull the trigger before you can second guess yourself.

About half an hour later you got your response. "Probably not. They're just handling pussy stuff, it's not like they're touching anything sexual." ...This world is crazy. Also: Dear lord Language June! Geez, your mom was on Facebook, show some tact. Then again... you wondered if vagina's not being sexualized means the words for them aren't as crass. Oh man, what were the dirty names for hands? Paws? Mitts? You jot down a reminder to explore that later on. So much research so little time.

Naturally your research involves a healthy amount of stalking. You have plenty of female friends and are fully intent on satisfying your scientific curiosity of what they look like topless. Oh man, you're in pig heaven.

A long list of friends going back all the way to high school all posting albums worth of pictures. Top less, bottomless, it was down right pornographic. For real, this whole bra and pants optional thing was a stroke of genius. Your friends were posting their tits on their profiles like they were hair cuts.

Jessica had tiny Hershey kiss nipples. Miranda had giant light areolas that covered most of her breast. Tish had inverted nipples, June's were pierced with little jingly bells, and so many many more. If only you could tell the high school version of yourself that everything was going to be okay, one day you'd know exactly was Tammy was packing under those blouses. (Girl had long nipples, so suckable.)

Ever the scientist you refuse to get distracted by the buffet of beautiful breasts. One quick wank, and it's over. Then back to research. Marissa has some very fine pictures of her and the rest of the Notre Dame Cheerleaders doing their routines and flashing their pussys every step of the way. It doesn't hurt that they're all wearing thigh highs. Oh man you're drooling. You almost feel like a square jerking off to facebook pictures of your friend in knee highs. There was a whole world out there with woman who would love for you to suck on their socks, and you were messing around in your apartment.

Honestly not that different than before you got the app.

You jizz into a tissue, before your scientific research can be thrown off track. (and before the self loathing can really kick into high gear.)

In the course of your wanking you make a discovery. Apparently girls in this world paint their nipples, like finger nails. You remember the goth girls' black nipples on the street. Same thing. Several of your friends posted selfies that showed off blue, or green nipples.

Vaginas likewise were dressed up. Pubic hair was dyed. Little stickers were added. Tattoos, piercings, gauges, you even saw one girl had dyed her pussy lips, but Raven was a freak no matter what universe she was in.

All in all, Social media's feeling like it was a very productive use of time.

It's getting late, and you briefly consider just straight up looking at porn, but stop yourself. It's almost too easy. You could see what sex in this world looks like, but that felt like cheating. You wanted to go into it with absolutely no idea what you're doing. Just like in your world!

Besides, porn gives you unrealistic expectations. Geez what were the unrealistic standards women were living up to in this world? Beth probably has plenty of information on that particular subject for you.

Regardless you decide to turn in for the night. You don't expect you're going to be able to sleep with how excited you are, but ya gotta try. You've got a full day of exploration in front of you!