Refuse to engage

No. Just no.

I can't bring myself to choose any of these options. Orgasming whenever someone says "Amen"? I am proud to say that I have never orgasmed, because ringing Satan's doorbell is not on my list of things to do before I get married. My first orgasm will be with my husband.

Only wearing short skirts is obviously out of the question, I have a reputation to uphold as the Perfect Christian Girl and walking around like a slut would irrevocably damage that, even if it was only once.

The last one... the thing about aroused men groping me, I won't even dignify such a horrible thing with considering it.

I toss my phone onto the passenger seat and start to drive back home. As soon as I'm on the road, my phone starts vibrating and a cute female voice counts down out loud.

"10... 9..."

I try to glance at my phone but I can't safely while driving. I stop at the side of the road as fast as I can to watch what's happening on the screen.

"2... 1..."

I lean over to my phone just in time to see all three unselected options being sucked up into the avatar's brain.

NO!

I stare at the final screen, which just like last time says "Remember, every win lets you remove three rules!"

This can't be... AAAH!

Suddenly, it feels like my legs are burning, as if my jeans were on fire. I scream out loud and with more instinct than purposeful thought, begin unbuttoning and removing them as fast as my hands can manage in the cramped driver's seat of my new car. As they wiggle down my hips, those parts of me that the jeans are no longer covering instantly no longer feel hurt. First my butt, then my thighs, then my calves, and then my ankles are all freed from the terrible sensation of being burned alive. Gasping for breath, I check my skin for damage. But it's all completely fine - it was all in my head.

Short skirts only...

I stare at the pair of jeans on the ground by the pedals, longing to put them back on and cover up my pink briefs, but knowing that I can't.

But I don't have any skirts here! I need to cover up for now.

I pick up the jeans and lay them over my lap. Suddenly my thighs are burning again.

Fuck fuck fuck!

I fling the jeans onto the passenger seat, whimpering, and understanding all too clearly how strictly the app plans to enforce the rule. No clothing is allowed to conceal any part of my legs except a skirt.

I have to get a skirt NOW.

I restart the engine and drive home pantsless. It's only a couple of minutes but it still makes me feel like some sort of pervert exhibitionist. At one point I drive past a lorry and know that if he happened to be looking in my direction as we passed, he will have seen my panties.

Parked up in the driveway, there's nothing I can do but cross my fingers and hope that the neighbours don't notice me as I sprint from the car to the house, pink panties exposed.

Mercifully, mum and dad are not there to intercept me, and must each be in the kitchen, bathroom or bedroom. Steve, however, is just leaving the living room as I sprint through the hallway and we practically bump into each other.

"What the hell... did you just come home like that?!" He demands.

"Of course not!" I lie.

My breasts explode to F cup size. I groan.

"Okay, maybe I did." They only reduce to E cup.

"I drove home without my jeans on and left them in the car." I admit with a sullen voice and I push past him, my breasts returning to B cup as I move. I don't stay long enough for him to ask me any follow-up questions that might be very difficult to answer fully enough if I'm not allowed to talk about the app.

Safe in my bedroom, I begin burrowing through all the clothes I own, taking out all the skirts and laying them on the bed in size order.

Time to find out how strict the rule is.

I hold my breath as I take my longest skirt, a denim one that goes most of the way down my calves, and hold it against my thighs. As expected, I'm greeted with that awful burning sensation. I throw it onto the ground.

I'm going to find the longest skirt I'm allowed, no matter how much it hurts.

Soon a pile of knee-length and longer skirts has formed on my bedroom floor. All I'm left with is three options - a shorter denim skirt that sits just above the knee, that was a gift from my aunt that I've never worn because I don't want to look like a slut. And two old black skirts that were part of my school uniform, one that is a little small for me now, coming halfway up my thighs, and one that is a size smaller than that. They would still fit on my slim body thanks to the elasticated waistbands, but the skirts themselves would sit much too low on my thighs for my comfort, and if I were to spread my legs too wide while sitting, or god forbid fall over, my panties would once again be visible.

Come on, Aunt Mildred. I believe in your denim skirt!

"OUCH!"

Nope. Aunt Mildred is still the worst.

That just leaves the too-small-for-me skirts. I start with the smallest one, just because I have to reassure myself that something I own will be allowed. I press it against my flesh and...

Phew.

Okay. So that one is fine. Now to test one that's just a little bigger.

"OWWW!"

You're kidding me!

I pull the small black skirt up and over my hips and assess exactly where it sits on my thighs. Thanks to this science experiment I now have a very accurate understanding of what the app's magic considers to be an acceptably short length for a skirt. Bending over in front of my mirror, I confirm my suspicions: the back of the skirt rides up, exposing my panties.

This is insane. How can I show my face at my birthday party like this?

I test putting on some leggings underneath the skirt, but a brief magic burning quickly ends the test. I'm not allowed to wear anything except panties and a skirt.

I check the clock - one hour until the festivities begin downstairs. Some family members will probably start arriving in 30 minutes, and within a few hours half the people I know from church will be here. Then, later, the church folk leave and my friends from school start to arrive. It's late August, so some people I haven't seen in a couple of months since our final exams. I'm the last of us to turn 18, and we're all heading off to universities or internships in a week's time. This house party, organised by my parents, is sort-of our last hurrah.

I put on a nice modest plain white long-sleeved top that complements the black skirt. I was going to wear a more sexy low cut number but now that my legs are out, I can't also have any cleavage or belly on show without looking like a complete tramp. Then I eye up the 3 inch white high heels I was planning to wear and had bought for just this occasion. Now that I almost have my ass on display, I don't really fancy wearing high heels to further accentuate my legs and increase the chances of someone getting a view up my skirt, but my mother and many of my friends know how excited I've been to finally wear these heels. If I don't wear them, there will be questions. And if there are too many questions, I'm liable to end up with giant breasts.

It's fine. I can do this.

I slide my feet into the heels then check my appearance in the mirror.

God, I look like such a slut.

The combination of the high heels and the provocatively short skirt creates a Dawn that nobody has ever seen before. What will people say to me?

Even worse, what will people say behind my back?!

I sit back on my bed and hold my head in my hands. Then, finding this boring, my hands instinctively reach to check my phone. I scroll through my apps and before I know it, I've opened Gem Ladies again.

I could... but I'd probably end up only making it worse.

I throw my phone down on the bed covers. But I'm still staring at it.

Or, I could solve everything. Well, nearly everything.

I stand up, trying to walk away from my phone, but can't bring myself to leave it.

I know I can beat this thing. I just need more bonus time.

I give into my temptations and sit down on the bed and press play.

Three minutes and forty-four seconds later I am looking at my best score so far at this point, at 5750. Still woefully short, I need a good 2 and a half more minutes to win.

Please help me, eggplant!

The eggplant appears at 15 seconds remaining just as before, and I tap it with more than a little urgency.

Timer bonus:
Based on skimpiness of top worn for the next four hours.
Current timer bonus: 0 seconds.

Underneath, a timer starts counting down from four hours.

The game is going to stay paused for four hours?! But I need to win now!

But nothing I press will change the game from its paused state, with that 4 hour timer slowly counting down.

Fine! Have it your way!

I remove my long-sleeved top, so I'm only in my plain white bra.

Current timer bonus: 1 hour.

It appears that the app is going to let me know how much bonus time I get, depending on what I wear for the family-and-church segment of today's party.

Obviously I'm not just wearing a bra.

I put on the vest I was wearing before. Now my arms are uncovered, and a tad of cleavage is showing.

Current timer bonus: 20 seconds.

That would give me nowhere near enough time. I swap the vest out for a tight white crop top that exposes my belly button and shows as much cleavage as possible without any of my bra being on display.

Current timer bonus: 90 seconds.

Even with my belly out and cleavage on show, it's still a minute short of giving me the time I need! This is nuts. I only have one skimpier top than this - once again nothing I would ever buy myself but instead a gift from my 'cool' Aunt Mildred. This thin blue tube top grips my breasts tightly, and while it doesn't expose much cleavage, it does stick to the curves of my breasts, allowing people to see all the contours. It also keeps the entirety of my midriff bare.

Current timer bonus: 5 minutes.

More than enough time. But it looks so ridiculous with the exposed bra straps over my shoulders. This won't do. I take off the tube top and then my bra.

Current timer bonus: 24 hours.

I just roll my eyes at the app offering me a bonus for going topless. I go to put on the tube top again, but then have a thought. It's worth checking the other items without a bra. Firstly, my white long-sleeved top.

Current timer bonus: 90 seconds.

That is MUCH better than 20 seconds, but still less than I need.

But hopefully...

I try the vest top.

Current timer bonus: 250 seconds.

Just over two and a half minutes. At my current rate of point scoring, that should be enough! And just to check, I try the crop top.

Current timer bonus: 6 minutes.

No wonder I would get so long - the crop top without a bra is completely outrageous. I can see my nipples poking through the tight white fabric. I look like I'm going to enter a wet T-shirt competition.

No, it will have to be the vest.

Having changed back, I review my appearance in the mirror. I'm wearing a black vest top that's not loose enough to hide the fact that I'm not wearing a bra. My black skirt is so short that it'll be a miracle if I can go the whole party without anyone catching a peek of my pink panties. And my white heels now stand out from the rest of my outfit, radiating much more of a slutty energy than originally intended.

I'm never going to live this down. But it's just four hours, and then I can reverse three of these dumb rules.

"Dawn! Uncle Brian and Aunt Becky have arrived! Come and say hi!" My mother calls from downstairs.

There's nowhere to hide. Might as well pull off the band-aid.

"Coming!" I yell.

Giving myself one final frowning look in the mirror, and pulling down my skirt as far as it will go, I leave the safety and privacy of my bedroom.