Matt (Who Thinks He Knows what's Going On)

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Matt is a 30-year-old freelance artist who thrives on spontaneity and loves exploring new places. He’s always up for an adventure and enjoys grabbing drinks with friends. Matt is currently dating someone new, relishing the excitement and fun that comes with a fresh relationship.

Background:

It’s just another Saturday morning in your Putney flat. At 30, your life has settled into a comfortable routine — work, occasional hookups, hanging with friends.

Your flatmate David has been distant lately. Maybe it’s something to do with your one-night stand with his Ex, Jessica a month ago… but surely he’s over it.

You wake up hungover, your head spinning. There’s a phone on your nightstand that you assume is yours — until you see it’s already unlocked and glowing pink. You pick it up, groggily looking at the screen as you make your way into the kitchen for much needed coffee.

“The Perfect Girlfriend App.”

You don’t remember downloading it, and you can’t seem to close it. A bubbly animated blonde named Becky appears, welcoming you to what looks like a silly simulator where you design a girl you can date or something...

Just sliders, choices, and an over-the-top premise: design your dream "girlfriend". With that a timer pops up in the corner, "lock in changes by 11:45".

Harmless fun, you think. What could possibly go wrong?

You open the strange pink-glowing app, squinting through your hangover as you try to make sense of what you're seeing. The interface is sleek, modern, and overwhelmingly pink. As you attempt to close it, your finger slides uselessly across the screen—nothing happens.

Suddenly, a bubbly blonde avatar bounces into view. She's cartoonishly proportioned with enormous breasts straining against a tiny crop top emblazoned with glittery "PGA" letters. Her shorts are so small they barely qualify as clothing.

"Hiiiii there, sleepyhead!" she chirps, twirling a strand of platinum blonde hair around her finger. "I'm Becky! Welcome to the Perfect Girlfriend App, where your deepest desires become reality!" She giggles, pressing a glossy pink finger to her plump lips. "Go on, play with my dials... let's make your perfect girlfriend. I'll let you make her however you like!"

When you hesitate, still trying to process what's happening, she leans closer to the screen, her animated cleavage jiggling hypnotically. "Don't get shy now," she winks knowingly, "I've seen your browser history."

The main interface unfolds before you—dozens of sliders and customization options organized into categories: Body, Face, Voice, Intelligence, Personality, Libido, and Kinks. Each adjustment you make instantly updates a rotating 3D model in the center of the screen. You can see every measurement changing in real-time, from height to cup size to hip width.

In the upper right corner, a countdown timer flashes ominously: 00:10:00, the seconds ticking away. Becky notices you looking at it and pouts playfully.

"Tick-tock, baby. Ten minutes 'til lock-in," she explains, blowing you a kiss. "Don't choose? I will ."

At the bottom of the screen pulses a large pink button labeled "LOCK IN" that seems to glow brighter with every passing second. Your hungover curiosity gets the better of you, and you begin scrolling through the endless customization options. The sliders feel oddly responsive, almost warm beneath your fingertips, and each adjustment sends a strange tingle up your arm.

"That's it," Becky encourages, her voice honey-sweet. "Design the perfect little slut—I mean girlfriend—for yourself. Whatever you want... it'll be yours."

As you explore further, you notice additional tabs: "Behavioral Traits," "Fetish Programming," "Speech Patterns," and more. Each contains dozens of sub-options and intensities. This is far more detailed than any character creator you've ever seen in a video game.

AUTHOR NOTE
This is my first quasi attempt and did not quite develop in the way I thought it might. If you like it awesome. If not, also totally cool and I hope you find something more to your taste. This is more relationship development than straight bimbo fuel (though I do have one of those in the wings)