A new girl, someone I could keep close.

No one in this school lives in the apartment building I do save for one household: the Martinez family. I know the Martinez family by way of their two children, twins in fact, and both had their birthday party just two weeks ago. Jose and Teresa, two second-generation kids from a Colombian family, would not be confused for twins at this point in their lives: Jose was an introverted goth kid struggling in a Catholic school, and Teresa was a social butterfly known to much of the school as a “slut” (meaning she had kissed at least three boys at the school, so who knows what else she’s done).

Teresa would not have been my first pick, if I’m honest. She’s got small B-cup tits, she’s taller than me by a few inches (I’m only 5’10”, and she’s at least six feet tall), and she dyed her hair blonde in an ugly mismatch with her black eyebrows. But she’s useful: I could monitor her progress from home, she knew most of the hottest girls in my year, and her family only lives in my apartment building because her dad is one of the landlords. She could be a huge resource depending on what the app lets me trick her into doing, and best of all, we share four classes across our weekly schedule; I would see her every day. Hell, she already has the braless customization, for all the good that’s doing.

Teresa Martinez was the safe choice, then… I just have to wait until Theology to investigate her.

12:34 P.M
Cafeteria

High school cafeterias in movies are always these weird, sterile organizations of square or rectangle tables, right? But we don’t get anything like that here: long, foldable tables with hard plastic chairs, more akin to prison movies than teen romance flicks, are how they sort us to eat indoors after we’ve been handed our trays of slop. My mind doesn’t even contemplate what bizarre flavor the gravy and meat slab in front of me will bear; I can see Teresa, and she’s well within 25 meters of the loner table I quickly occupy.

GEMS: 56

It took the whole first half of the school day, and me sporadically making Vicky squeeze her tits whenever anyone was looking her way, but here we are: Vicky with her exhausted buttons and me with a nice stack of… power? Currency? I guess it doesn’t matter; all that matters is what Teresa’s first unlock will be:

TERESA MARTINEZ
Moans audibly whenever something touches her tongue (at most once every ten seconds): 10 gems.

An absolute bargain… and frankly, a stupid “customization” to get, but this is the price of progress.

TERESA MARTINEZ is now a LEVEL 1 CUSTOM GIRL! Unlocks: new hotkeys, new learnable customization, new information!

I purchase it just as a fry raises to her mouth… and before I can even check her buttons, her guttural moan startles everyone nearby. My body freezes as that horny, **** sigh strikes the air with scandalous energy… and I relax only as others begin to return their attentions elsewhere.

Jesus Christ, I know it says “audibly” but she could be heard in a busy street! Is everyone going to do that with this customization, or is Martinez uniquely slutty?! I know what her reputation says, but the question does deserve an answer…

Francesca Moines, or “Frankie,” is one of Martinez’ much prettier friends and a better get in my book. Yes, the auburn hair, blue eyes, and sizeable tits are big parts of that, but also for how she used to bully Sara, a loser friend of mine, in freshman year. She was an arrogant little liar who headed the most prolific Bible Study Club in the school, and she restarted the trend of “virtue rings” in our year, obnoxious as that was. If anyone was going to moan like an idiot at every meal from now on…

FRANCESCA MOINES:
Braless: 2 gems.
Moaning Tongue: 1 gem.

I spend the gems and earn two back by the time the two have entered their “normal” choir of sexy moaning over fries or bites of the mystery meat in front of them. The effect is almost funny enough to keep me from my task, but I still have 45 gems and a Martinez to customize. I pull her back up on the app and notice a curious message where her second customization should be:

Braless was already learned. Click below to reveal the next unlockable customization!

The second glass pane was just this message… and below it, the padlock on the third customization quivered as if to catch my attention. So some customizations are higher up the tree for some girls than for others, but they’re also all shareable… and I can “skip” steps for girls when they were going to unlock something I already have. That means that, depending on how many “customizations” existed in the world, I’d eventually have girls who couldn’t even unlock anything, right? I try to scroll the boxes on Martinez, but nothing moves; so are the five visible boxes it? Five per Girl?

Something to explore about later. For now, if I’m going to test that, it’ll be by continuing with “Terry” as I click her padlock and reveal:

User can order her to submit to one daily, vision-only anatomy inspection to which she must comply: 50 gems.

Whoa… whoa. Her information and hotkey buttons are also enabled now, and I give those a glance before addressing that enticing new customization. Her information is more or less what I expect... and as for her hotkeys:

Massage Own Breasts (50 left)
Masturbate to Orgasm (1 left)
Suck Thumb (unlimited)

Holy shit... the idea of her just presenting herself, here in the cafeteria, and then going into a masturbation session in front of all-

Okay, it's decided then. Just to speed up gem production, I go ahead and spend about 20 of those breast massages here in front of anyone willing to glance over as she makes obvious the outline of her braless tits against her plain white shirt. Her massaging becomes intense enough that a button gets undone and flashes a bit more skin than she might've bargained for, a singular act in front of a passing knot of senior boys that must have been how I got my 49th and 50th gem simultaneously.

Curiously, Teresa doesn’t seem “unaware” of her own caressing, or maybe it’s more accurate to say that she really can’t ignore it. Awareness must have been limited to whether or not a given behavior was abnormal, then, because eventually Francesca rapped her knuckles on the side of Latina’s head. “Terry, are you even listening or are you just going to play with your boobs all day?”

“I-I’m… ah, listening.”

Another two gems as boys turn to regard that erotic little moan. Playing with her tits was absolutely acceptable… by social norm, I guess, but Frankie was enough of a bitch that it bothered her the way mouth-breathing might bother me in an elevator. Magically abnormal? No, but for the love of God just don’t.

Hmm… magic. I dismiss the notion; whatever the app did, it seems manmade given that it doesn’t target minors. But wheter it’s just hypnosis or some kind of nanotechnology, I… I just don’t know.

Satisfied, I immediately blow 50 of my 52 gems into Martinez.

TERESA MARTINEZ is now a LEVEL 2 CUSTOM GIRL! Unlocks: new and improved hotkeys, new learnable customization, new information!
TERESA MARTINEZ is now a LEVEL 3 CUSTOM GIRL! Unlocks: new mods, new and improved hotkeys, new learnable customization, new information!

Over the hotkey button, a new button labeled "MODS" appears. Her fourth customization unlocks and the padlock vanishes, revealing...

Breasts grow in mass: 1 gem per 10 CC. (UNLOCK COST: 100 gems.)

Oh that's... um, that's...

... impossible. This isn’t just hypnosis anymore, or behavioral modifications or whatever… I mean this is physics, man! You can’t just… convince people to grow titty!

… Or can you? I... I guess there's only one way to find out, but first I'd have to earn a clean 100 gems.

But before I strategize how to double my earnings-- or how big a tit gets with ten cubic centimeters added--I have to see what these new unlocks look like. First, her information. At the top of the now-scrollable text was the earlier stuff like her address and cup size, but now I had a wealth of miscellaneous data: her measurements, blood type, fetishes, strongest erogenous zones, upcoming cycle and ovulation dates, female relatives and their locations, and even a series of pictures of her house, car, and bedroom. How the app could manage those photos is the only part that leaves me confused; the word “magic” comes up again, but it could also be drones or pre-planning. Maybe agents move in to photographs of her stuff? The car is obviously parked at school based on the blue and gold patterns of the lines that outline her parking space, but who even knows when it was parked there, whether it was this morning or yester day or-

… and then a bird lands on the car hood.

These… aren’t pictures. These are video feeds—live, my gut tells me—and someone reading their mail as they walk by her apartment makes it all the more obvious. Holy… okay, so an active spy network to… for what? Who the Hell was doing all of this just to watch me twist some girl’s life up? I decide the better question is to ask how those feeds are made; if I snuck out to the parking lot I could probably spot the camera drone, right? It couldn’t be… satellite imaging, right? Don, think, this is inside the apartment building and... the government?

The thought that the government is somehow involved causes me enough worry to exit the Information panel. I go to Hotkeys next.

Twerk (unlimited)
Bend Over (unlimited)
Massage Own Breasts (unlimited)
Suck Thumb (unlimited)
Slap Own Ass (unlimited)
Moan Erotically (unlimited)
Suck Own Nipple (100 left)
Produce Vaginal Lubrication (20 left)
Masturbate to Orgasm (10 left)
Strip One Article of Clothing Until Midnight (5 left)

The options are breathtaking, but I didn’t want to spend any one of them too hastily. There’s some kind of combination there, if I’m careful about timing them, but for now my curiosity takes me to the last mystery: her “Mods” button.

Upon tapping the button, I’m greeted with a series of buttons hovering over the outline of Terry… no, it’s fairer to say these were a kind of chakra line from the crown of her head down to her crotch. I know about chakras only in a passing Internet sort of way, so the buttons don’t mean anything to me if they’re actually connected to that. I tap the button on top of her head, and a large pop-up with a red “X” in the upper-right and a green checkmark in the upper-left appears. A scrollable list of categories generates on the pop-up, each with a small, horizontal wheel or gear under it. A tooltip appeared over this display shortly after:

Welcome to the Mods Screen! Here, you can modify how sensitive your Custom Girl’s body is across a number of categories. Shape and change her up to the limits defined by her Custom Girl level. Increase her level to widen the possibilities!

The tooltip vanishes, and the list of options is short and surprising.

HAIR PULLING (PAIN)
HAIR PULLING (PLEASURE)
HEAD PETTING/MASSAGING

Exiting the screen and tapping the one over her face reveals a longer list long list, including her sensitivity to my pheromones, to the sounds of sights of sex, and how sensitive the erogenous zones of her mouth are. I think back to the customizations I saw that increases sensitivity on their own; would those multiply the effects on this Mod screen? It has to, right? Otherwise those customizations would be meaningless on any Custom Girl who reached level 3. But there's a more pressing question, the same one that arises with the titty-growing button: how?

The rest of the meters go where I expect them to: nipple and breast sensitivity on the chest, stomach sensitivity (which I can only guess at the meaning of), armpit sensitivity… the list of erogenous or other, stranger body parts is long indeed on the torso buttons, and longer still once I get to her hips, vagina, and outermost sex. Overall this Mods menu must be nearly 100 options to toy with, and at her current level I could increase or decrease sensitivity on any of these axes by up to 50%. I leave it all on default for now; why guess at what parts of her get her going the most?