From Ramona's Perspective

The moment Ramona picked her audience option, she was startled by a knock at her door. "Hey, Mona!" Ramona heard Sam use her favorite nickname for her. "What's wrong, sweetheart? did Stacy screw up the human pyramid again?" Ramona wished her problems were that simple now.

"Shit! That was fast." Ramona said to herself. Did the game make them come? Or is this a coincidence? She's grateful she didn't accidentally double her audience. "Just a sec Sam! I'm getting changed!" What an ironic choice of words. She quickly runs to her closet, grabbing a black skirt and pink top, hoping this met the sexy cheerleader curse, even if it's back to a previous level of decency. As she's leaving the closet, her free hand shoots out and grabs the first pair of shoes to her side: a pair of black, ballet flats. Maybe the app was being nice to her. A quick tickling of her tight asshole snaps her back to the reality of the situation; the App wanted her to let her guard down, so it could humiliate her more. She entered her bathroom and quickly started putting on her clothes, thankful for the feeling of protection the fabric provides. Standing flat footed felt so nice on her ankles. She heard something flop onto her bad and realized it's time to confront her roommate and the app. Suddenly, the patches of skin covered by her outfit started to burn and itch. She bit her finger, trying not to alert her roommate. She knew Sam would burst in if she thought Ramona was hurt. The heat got so painful that tears started to well in her eyes. Slowly the heat started to dissipate, until she felt colder by comparison. She opened her eyes, realizing that the cold was from something worse.

Her outfit had changed again. Her pink, cropped tee had been showing her toned midriff, like her first sexy cheerleader outfit, but now it was generous to call it a tube top. It looked like she took the original top and cropped it again herself, the frayed hem ending an inch below her nipples, displaying a lot of under boob and risking a nip slip if she shrugged too hard. Her skirt was a simple tennis skirt, but during her skin reaction, it seemed the hem started rising. Now her pantiless mound was only hidden if she stood straight up, but that pose pushed her top's effectiveness to its limits. She turned to look at her rear and was sadly able to see it. The skirt was even shorter in the back, looking more like accenting trim for her juicy ass. Speaking of her cheeks, they looked taut and spankable, thanks to the added height of her altered flats. The flexible fabric of the shoes had hardened and molded into a steep slope for her to teeter on her toes. A heel appeared, topping out at 6 inches. She owned a pair with this height, but she rarely used them; they got uncomfortable fast. Her hands chose a shoe that would get her in trouble! Her lewd tattoos could not be hidden anymore, and even worse, Ramona saw her makeup had reached a new level as well. What was first just a little makeup to highlight her features, now was a full photoshoot look, her face contoured perfectly. Her lips looked plumper, and her eyes looked wider and brighter. Her cheeks appeared narrow, and her nose slimmed beautifully. Her rosy cheeks now blushed artificially as well as naturally and her mouth hung shocked in a pouty, red 'O', glistening with a perverted shine. She'd have to face her roommate looking like a living blow up doll. Probably a dream come true for Sam. Ramona steeled her nerves and opened the door.