The arcade

Of course, there's only three other places in Picadilly Circus that I spend my time, and the strip clubs are closed in the middle of the day, and I don't have ID so he can't take me into the casino, so I have a good idea where he's taking me.

Yep, the Trocadero. Several floors of dodgems, arcade machines, laser tag, and so on. A paradise for people like me. Or rather, people like my Original.

For people like me, it's creepy stare city.

Hungry male eyes follow me everywhere as Original leads me through the Trocadero, past the manga store, up the escalator, and to the arcade. And who can blame them to be honest, I'm a flawless Japanese babe in cosplay. There's probably no type of person they'd rather see.

The butt plug rubs against my ass from the inside with every step. The discomfort is becoming steadily more intense. But also... I think I'm getting aroused. And with arousal, comes a dampness down below. Yep, despite everything, I'm definitely getting turned on. Fuck.

Being aroused makes the stares I'm getting even worse. It feels like people can tell, even though logically I know they surely can't. I've never been a female before, and I've never had a RealDoll body before. Do I emit pheremones? Will people be able to smell my arousal?

Wait a minute, I recognise where we're going.

Is he really going to take me to...?

Yes, he is.

"This is DDR. You step on the arrows as they reach the top of the screen."

What a fucking tool.

I, or should I say we, kick ass at DDR. We have used this method before to attempt to impress girls. With mixed results. It's really more of an ego trip than an actually good first date.

Secondly, we're not dating. I'm following him around with a fucking butt plug uncomfortably wedged in my ass because they're his orders. This isn't some happy love story.

Thirdly, as I mentioned before, EVERYONE IS STARING. I'm not used to being a woman, never mind an attractive woman, and I can't handle all this sudden attention. I want the ground to open up and swallow me.

"Come on then, let's see your moves." He says cockily.

"Buttslut is supposed to play on this machine?" I ask timidly.

As a response, he puts two pounds in the machine to allow him to activate both dance pads, so now we can play together.

I suddenly realise I have an important decision to make. Do I pretend to be a complete novice, to maintain the illusion? Or can I take the really tempting path of revealing that my skill matches his own? Maybe I can explain it away as something I was coded with?