I win the game, get the girl and find out the truth

Vanessa crawled up to my side in bed, satisfied, but sighing.

"I don't think we will ever top that," she said.

"Not so sure about that," I said and kissed her forehead.

"No?"

"I mean, we just met. Once we really get to know each other, we'll be even better together!"

"That makes sense," she replied.

Then, turning her head sharply towards me: "Wait, what do you mean, when we really get to know each other?"

{if Romantic=True}I did not hesitate. My confidence was at record levels and I knew I wanted her love.

"Maybe you think I'm too eager, but I think you and I would make a great couple. You're crossing off all the boxes for what I look for in a girlfriend."

She stared at me, a curious look on her face. I pulled her in for a kiss. She giggled.

"You are mysterious," she said, "Sometimes it feels like... I dunno, you're obviously a confident, experienced guy, but sometimes you act like you're a total nerd who's never had a relationship."

"Well, I guess you just make me a bit flustered," I ad-libbed. "You're one-of-a-kind."

"That makes two of us, then," she replied, and kissed me again.

{else}I did not hesitate. My confidence was at record levels and I knew I wanted to fuck her again and again.

"We're going to fuck a lot, you know?" I said. "And the more sex we have, the more I will get to know your body and what you like."

"That's true. I wouldn't expect anything less from my boyfriend," she said, and surprised me with a kiss on the lips.

"Boyfriend, I dunno about that. Let's see how things proceed," I said, smirking.

"You know you want me," she said, grinning back. "Not just as a sex partner. You want to wake up next to me. You want to have breakfast with me. You want me to dress up and accompany you for fancy dinners. You want me to suck you off in hotel rooms and club restrooms, and then you want to take me home to meet your parents. I know your type. Lucky for you, I like your type."

I threw my hands up. "Guilty as charged."{endif}

We kissed differently now. Less urgent, gentler.

When I pulled away and laid back on the pillow next to her, her cute smile turned devious.

"So I guess you can't wait to check the app now, huh?" she said.

"How- I mean, what app?" I replied.

She couldn't know about the app, surely. I had kept my phone locked and in the front pocket of my pants, currently lying in a heap on the floor.

"The Seduction App," she said. "Don't worry, I won't judge."

"You think I used an app to seduce you?" I asked.

It was still possible she knew nothing. Maybe she just saw the name once on my device and assumed it was something different.

"You can stop acting," she laughed. "I know all about it, Mike."

She brushed her sweaty hair out of her forehead, waiting for me to reply. When I didn't, she changed her voice.

“Vanessa Jones. Gym instructor and aspiring actress. 27 years old. Loves exercising, thriller movies, big cocks. Rating 10/10.”

"Liz?!" I replied.

"Hello, Mike! Ready to play a game?" Vanessa continued, in the exact same voice.

"Wait, are you her or is she you?" I asked.

"Why don't you ask her?" Vanessa said, and got out of bed.

Naked, gorgeous, she walked over to my clothes and fished out my phone. Turning, revealing her incredible figure to me, a big grin on her face, she threw me my phone.

I opened the app as she lay down next to me again.

Liz entered the screen, waved hello, and then gradually morphed into Vanessa!

I looked back and forth, between the screen and the woman in bed with me.

"I don't understand."

"It's quite shocking, I know. But not as shocking as this: I was the previous owner of the app."

"You? But why? You're perfect already?!"

"I wasn't always like this. You won't remember, of course, but I was never this attractive before I got the app. My rating... I think I was 3.4/10?" she said.

"And now you're a solid 10/10," I replied.

Her lips curled upwards.

"I am."

"So who were you before? And why did I get the app after you?"

"I... you won't remember anyway, but lets just say that I was bullied a lot in my youth, and you were one of the few people in school who were always kind to me. We weren't close, but the small gestures and words from you kept me going at one point."

"This is insane," I said, "but with the last week behind me, there's no doubt that what you're saying could be true."

She stroked my arm. "It is true."

"Sorry, I'm a bit flustered," I said.

"I'm starving, are you?" she replied.

We dressed somewhat, and sat down at her kitchen table, eating leftovers from some takeaway pizza.

"You asked me why you got the app next."

"Yeah, why did you pass it on?"

"You have to do it when you finish the game. If you win, you can choose who gets it next."

"Ah..." I said, considering the timelines.

"But that means you got the app just two weeks ago?"

"True."

"But I remember you distinctly from the gym, months ago, looking fit as hell."

"The mind is easy to change, it seems. Just like reality," she added and took another slice.

I gazed at her. Even eating pizza was something she could do attractively. I couldn't imagine that just two weeks ago, she would have been an unattractive chick.

"But you remember my old self?" I asked her.

"Yes, but it's fading. I remember how you looked and how adorably clumsy you were with people. You were a lot smaller, and much less cool. As the giver of the app, I think there are exceptions. It's because we have to act as the game host. The previous one told me his theory; we're in some sort of simulation, and whoever is in control likes to spice up the game of life by giving some people the ability to change. Just to see what happens. I think it's disgusting to toy with us like that, but then again, I'm loving the results..." she said and cupped her unbelievably perky big tits.

"Me too," I said.

"So did you want me to become your perfect boyfriend?" I asked.

"I thought about it a lot. The previous player wanted to be free and fool around with as many as possible. I'm not that kind of girl, to be honest. I wanted to find someone who could be loyal and caring. You're that kind of person. And now you're smoking hot as well!" she grinned, "and a great lover."

"I'm unable to get mad at you for this, even though I feel a bit manipulated."

She shrugged.

"And you're not jealous? I've had sex with several women this week."

"Part of the game."

"I guess you've had your share of -" I started.

"Who hasn't got a history?" she interrupted.

"Right."

"And the sex we had... was that another test?"

She shrugged again, then smiled crookedly.

"If it was, you passed with A+ grades!" she laughed.

I high-fived her, watching her tits jiggle as she hit back.

"In fact," she began, and I saw my scores in the app slide up to ten all over the board.

Before I had a chance to intervene, she activated the apply button. I had no idea how she controlled this, but apparently, she had full access wirelessly.

My vision blurred slightly as I changed into the perfect version of my self. Vanessa giggled as she saw my flaccid dick grow even larger.

"Will I even be able to walk after fucking you next time?" she asked, jokingly.

"Only one way to find out!" I said.

"Easy there, tiger!" she giggled. "Too sore, remember!"

"Yeah, I guess," I said.

In the app, the message flashed:

[ GAME OVER! PERFECT VICTORY! ]

"Only one thing left," Vanessa said.

"Oh?"

"You need to enter the name of the person to get the app next."

A text input showed up in the app.

I thought about it for a while. Then the perfect name came to me. Of course.

I wrote their name in the text control and clicked OK.

My phone immediately went black. When it rebooted, the app was gone...

This was it, then.

The game was over.

Seven days since I started, I had become the perfect version of myself.

I had the perfect girlfriend. Life was good.

I sighed contently.

Just then, Vanessa leaned over, took my phone and threw it onto the floor.

"I just realized something..." she started.

Her hand slipped down to my dick. It immediately started to react to her soft touch.

"I haven't seen this version of it hard yet."

THE END