Get ready for work

Ok, Alright, it’s not that bad. I still have time to get ready.

I’ve stayed up around the clock before, it won’t be too bad. Still, this is going to be a rough day.

I grab a set of clean clothes and hop in the shower. I thought about skipping it but it’s already been a couple days.

Back in my room, I glance at the clock again and confirm I still have time to get ready. I really wanted to grind out some GC levels today, but that’s probably not a good idea.

As I descend the staircase, I catch a hum of conversation. Mom and Heather are seated at the kitchen table, sharing breakfast.

“Heather, it’s natural to have body changes. Trust me, it’s nothing alarming,” Mom is speaking in her usual gentle but firm tone.

“This isn’t just a ‘body change’, Mom” Heather retorts, the strain evident in her voice. See seems poised to continue the argument, but our eyes meet, and she chooses to drop the topic. Probably not wanting to talk about this sort of thing in front of her little brother.

She’s dressed differently today. Most of her usual clothes probably don’t fit her anymore, so she’s wearing a pair of sweatpants a loose fitting t shirt. She’s not managing to hide her new figure, while those pants probably used to be loose and comfortable, now they hug her ass and reveal the curve of her legs. She clearly couldn’t get any of her bras to fir, either.

I don’t really have time to eat, much less to stay and chat, so I grab a banana and fill my old thermos with coffee.

The pizza place is only a few minutes’ drive away.

While I drive, I contemplate the ridiculousness of the situation. The fact I’m about to work a shift as a pizza deliveryman when I have the power to alter reality in my pocket.

I know there have to be way better ways of making money with the app somehow.

People would probably pay a lot of money for the changes the app can make. Either women for themselves or men for their wives or girlfriends. The issue is, if I let people know I have the app someone is eventually going to want to either take it from me or just kill me.

I might as well play it safe. For now.

Gary’s shop is hard to miss—it’s a majestic old stone building of the kind you don’t really see getting made anymore. It stands out from a lot of the newer restaurants on the street.

As I push open the door, a bell jingles to announce my arrival.

“Ah, James! It’s good to see you again.” The my old boss greets me warmly. He’s a portly man in his late 50s with a full, greying beard. “Now let me introduce you to the real boss around here, Sophia.”

Gary’s daughter is a tall, slender woman in her late 20s. I met her a few times when I worked here, years ago. I

Apparently over the past few years Gary has been trying to step back, and letting Sophie take on most of the managerial responsibilities.

I never minded Sophie, but I don’t think she ever liked me as much as Gary did. She was probably bit insecure about her position and compensated by finding reasons to flex her authority.

While I’m waiting my shift to start, I open up Sophie’s profile on the app.

A lot of the options are similar to Mom or Heather’s, but she does have a handful of unique ones.

User may request payment in sexual favors – 2 gems

User cannot be fired as long as he works his assigned hours – 3 gems

Target cannot skip work, quit or be fired – 5 gems

Target will use sexual punishments for work infractions – 5 gems

Others may buy sexual acts from the target from her father – 7 gems

I add the second one to my cart, partially as insurance, partially to unlock Sophie’s profile in the app.

While I have the app open, I decide to use the energy I’ve regenerated to grind out a level. Out of curiosity, I pick Sophie as my avatar for this one.

Level 4 has a bit of a difficulty spike compared to previous levels; the first three levels just wanted me to maneuver around stationary bandits and obvious traps, but now the bandits move back and forth in patrols. It’s still not hard; I complete the level without trouble and get three extra gems and some gold.

I’m already starting to get the empty feeling behind my eyes that comes from running on nothing but caffeine. I pitch the idea of a half shift, but neither Gary or Sophie bite. He likes me, but not that much.

I’m hoping for some downtime today, but from what I remember working here a few year ago, that’s not likely. Saturday is always the busiest day of the week.

Most of the day flies by faster than I expected. The tips aren’t as good as I remember, but I still get a decent amount of cash over the workday.

* * *

Well, I made it through the day. This is my last delivery, after this I’ll go right to bed and my sleep schedule will be on track. The address is near the University, probably college students. I really hope I don’t see anyone I know.

I could say something about a gap year.

I pull into the driveway and knock on the door.

Worst case scenario.

My ex-girlfriend, Ashley, opens the door.

She’s a rather short woman, with light brown hair and light blue eyes.

Play it cool play it cool.

I can’t bring myself to make eye contact. “Here’s… your order.”

“Thanks.”

I longer in the doorway a little too long, and while I’m standing there, a guy comes up behind Ashley.

“Everything alright Ash?”

It’s that asshole, Wesley. We were never really friends, but we were in the same program back in college, so I knew the guy a little. Of course, as soon as my relationship with Ashley got rocky, Wesley took advantage and got her to cheat on me.

Eventually they escalated to PDA right in front of me. I couldn’t think of any other explanation other than Ashley was done with me and wanted to communicate it in the most heartless way possible.

When Wesley recognized me, he reaches around Ashley and nonchalantly puts his hands on her tits, jiggling them a little before gently squeezing.

My composure breaks, I snarl at him.

My temper flares up “Do you really need to do that in my face?”

Wesley looks taken aback. “You… you have a problem with me touching her?” He says it like he genuinely couldn’t imagine why I would.

“He was weird about it back when we were dating, too.” Ashley joins in “In his mind you touching me was cheating. Apparently he still wants a veto over my body after he broke up with me.” I feel my face getting hotter. The gaslighting was the worst thing.

Wesley isn’t even looking at me, instead he’s already got his phone out. Maybe he’s expecting to have to call the police, or maybe he’s already gearing up to make a complaint about me to Gary. He looks up and me and back at his phone, like he’s trying to figure what to do about me.

I just need to stay calm, I can get back at them later.

Then, like he’s putting his hand into his mom’s cookie jar, Wesley across Ashley’s body and puts his hand between her thighs, over her pussy. It doesn’t even look like he’s taunting, more like he’s got an intellectual curiosity how I’ll react.

I storm my way back to my car and slam the door shut. I might get fired from the pizza job, but I’m going to get back at the two of them.

I unlock my phone, open the CG app, Ashley should be well within range. I find her easily, her profiles is listed, but----

Ashley Roberts – level 12 custom girl

Owner: Wesley Yang

Oh shit.

I stare dumbly at my phone for a few seconds.

Before I can wrap my head around what I’m seeing, a silky, purring voice interrupts my thoughts.

There’s a woman in the passenger seat, and I’m certain she wasn’t there a few seconds ago. Just as certain as I am that she didn’t open the door to enter.

She looks like the sort of person you’d expect to be an accountant, or maybe an HR rep. She had a slight build, sharp features, and shiny, black hair in a bob cut.

It could be the evening light and my sleep deprivation playing tricks on me, but I could swear she has bright blue skin.

“Hey James, I’m Lily. Nice to meet you.” The shock leaves me sputtering.

“Who… wh-what…”

“I’m your customer support rep for the app, silly,. She teases with a wink. “You’re not the only player in this game.”