Normality No More

Sophie sat in stunned silence, continuing to stare in disbelief at her exposed body on her wide screen TV. None of this fairy godmother nonsense made any sense to her at all. She was a logical person and nobody's fool. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank, though she had no idea who could have pulled it off or why they had chosen her. The candid pictures and clips must have been taken by hidden cameras, and she would be going to the police about those for sure. Priscilla? An actress. Her appearing and disappearing? Some kind of special effect. The OnlyFans account on her screen? Probably a fake - she was pretty sure she couldn't get signed up to something like that without giving her permission and using ID documents she kept locked away where no prankster could access them.

She decided to confirm that suspicion right away. Sophie really knew very little about OnlyFans, other than it was a porn site and she wanted nothing to do with it, but it didn't take much figuring out. She signed up for a free account and located her handle on her TV screen - @Sophiestoneunfiltered. They had used her full name. That wasn't good if this was real. It would be much easier for people she knew to find her on there, or for her "fans" to find her in real life. She was pretty sure most OnlyFans girls used aliases for that reason. Still, she was confident what was on her TV was fake. She needed to make sure though, and typed her handle into the search bar.

"No fucking way!"

Sophie gasped as her smiling face turned up at the top of her search results. She urgently pressed it to see what it led to, and landed on her front page. She was in her underwear and looked like she was about to remove her bra in the main shot, which must have been taken while she was undressing one evening. Underneath was the intro blurb, written as if it had come from her.

Hey, I'm Sophie, thanks for visiting my humble little home on here - I'd love for you to stay a while and make yourself nice and cosy! So what makes my account so different from so many others on OnlyFans? Well. I'm not a model (I don't even aspire to be one), or an actress, or anyone from the entertainment industry for that matter. I'm a normal girl, with a regular office job, living a very ordinary life. The kind you might realistically date. But I'm going to allow you access to every single facet of that life. You will see every part of me, be able to observe my every intimate moment and ask me any questions you like - I promise to always answer honestly and hold no secrets from you. So why don't you come on in and really get to know me?!

Sophie was getting very concerned now. This seemed like a lot of unnecessary effort for a prank. She clicked on her gallery. There were a few underwear and bikini shots she could view, but ninety per cent of her photos were blurred out. She clicked on one to see how much it showed and was met with a message inviting her to unlock all of her content for a small monthly fee. Well, that was pretty damned rich. She was going to have to pay to access her own nudes! As the cost wasn't high and she really needed to know how much of her was on there, Sophie grudgingly pulled her credit card from her purse and tapped out her details, wincing at the thought of having OnlyFans on her statement.

Once the photos had unblurred, Sophie quickly realised this was worse than she had initially thought. There were hundreds of naked or near naked photos of her taken from all angles, and dozens of videos. Every single one had received likes and comments from people who were paying a subscription fee to access them. She dared to click on one of the milder ones, where she was standing naked in front of her bedroom mirror and holding panties she had presumably either just removed or was about to put on. It was a popular shot, it seemed. She bravely read the comments.

What a beautiful woman!

So fucking hot!

You are seriously one of the sexiest girls on here, Sophie!

I think I'm in love!

To her great surprise, there was a part of her that was not only flattered by those comments, but actually quite excited by them. Sophie had never viewed herself as someone whom men would want to sexualise, and had told herself she was fine with that. But now it was happening, she was taken aback by how much she liked it.

She looked up at the photo again. With her hair down, her glasses off and a shot that had been well angled and timed, she had to admit she probably could have passed for an OnlyFans girl. Clearly others felt so too. She always thought being viewed as a sex object by men would have disgusted her - she considered herself a feminist, after all, and part of her was genuinely outraged. But, deep down, it also felt hot to be hot.

That train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt by an obnoxious pinging sound to indicate she had received a message. It was from herself or, more realistically, a Chatbot trying to pass itself off as her.

Hey, thanks so much for signing up for my premium content! For supporters like you I am happy to answer any questions you have. All you need to do is ask!

Now Sophie was back to being pissed off again. Some AI claiming to be her and answering "any question" on her behalf? That was a real liberty. She decided to test it with something she felt sure it wouldn't be able to answer, to test how it responded.

Hey Sophie, what was the name of your first pet as a child?

It didn't take long for her to get her answer.

It was a rabbit called Roger. Predictable name, I know. I called him that myself, but in my defence I was five years old ;)

The real Sophie was now sitting open mouthed in shock. How could any scammer or prankster have known that? And not only was the information accurate, they kind of had her way of talking down too.

There were more bubbles on the screen and, before long, "Sophie" had spoken again.

That was a sweet question, but you don't have to be so gentle with me. I promise I will answer anything and I will do so with complete honesty. Isn't there something more personal you would like to ask?

Sophie almost felt paralysed in this moment, not quite sure what she wanted to do. She needed to find out just how much this avatar knew about the real her, and how much genuine and private information it could be divulging to those willing to pay. But she was really dreading the answers she might receive. After quietly composing herself for a while, she courageously typed out a more intimate question, one that she was the only person to know the answer for, and waited nervously as typing bubbles on her screen indicated that she would soon be getting a response.