More Incidents

I don't want to leave my bedroom because Emily is home too, and I'm dreading explaining what happened, within the confines of not being able to speak about the app.

Instead I spend the evening poring over the app, trying to understand how to make this end.

I don't have any animosity left for my sister, and I'm not sure if she does for me. I've got a feeling that's the point. Every game has an ending, and playing more rounds only seems to make the situation worse, so maybe not playing is the answer?

I open the and app and look around for a way to end the game, but as usual, there's just a countdown to my next round. Just two more full days to go.

I’m on my way to my lecture, as I would be any other day, when I hear in the distance a middle aged lady yell “Hey! Pick that up!”

I turn to look and see some teenagers run from her, leaving behind some litter. I turn my head back to resume my walk and notice that I’m not walking at all.

I feel myself turn and walk back to the litter and start clearing it up. Having to touch the disgusting food wrappers distracts me from noticing my straight legs and arched back until the lady makes a surprisingly ungrateful sound.

“Sort yourself out!” She said, disgusted.

I look down to understand what she could have meant and see that one of my breasts had slipped out of my tight top and was swinging free, capturing the awareness of the lady and the teenagers. My instinct was to try to immediately rectify this but my arms would not obey - they kept dutifully collecting the litter and depositing it into the trash can next to it.

Only once I had finished did I have the freedom to fix my wardrobe malfunction and try to get away from the situation as quickly as possible.

Grocery shopping is, too, a waking nightmare. Every aisle is now an **** course of bending and stretching like I’m in some kind of erotic ballet.

I had resisted going but the app dissuaded me from deviating from my normal routine by slowly tightening my formerly loose jeans pants until I resumed my routine. By the time I gave in, they looked skin tight and had started to constrict my movement.

This all added to the sense of peril I had to face when my body lunched into a slut drop manoeuver to pick up drinks from the fridge.

I’m grateful that Ki has the decency to start playing his video games with headphones when he’s over. It doesn’t help with his yelling, though:

“Go left! Left!”

“Gogogo!”

“Why would you do that?!”

“Not the knife! Pick up the phone! My phone!”

My back straightens in an instant. And I realise why. His last sentence was a command to pick his phone up.

‘He wasn’t even talking to me!’ I thought, exasperated.

I get up from my laptop at the table and start to look for it around him. All I do at first is frustrate him, forcing him to look around me in order to see his game on the TV.

After a few seconds though my eyes hone in on his pocket. No. No way. I start to walk over until I’m standing right in front of him. I place one leg on either side of him and bend at my waist, presenting my cleavage to him in such a way that he has **** but to look at it while my left hand starts to explore his pocket.

I hear the game pause behind me as he starts to wriggle backwards onto the couch. I wish he hadn’t because my body took this as a prompt to put my knees either side of him and kneel over his lap, facing him.

“What are you—,” he starts but I interrupt him by liberating his phone from his pocket and showing it to him.

“Here’s your phone!” I smile, sweetly.

He’s stunned but takes it off me.

As soon as he does, and I get control back of my body I can yell “ew!” and jump off him, brushing myself down. I turn to leave as quickly as possible but as I do, I find myself face to face with Emily, who had apparently just gotten home.

“I—,” I can’t talk. I don’t know how to explain this.

I turn again to try to escape and find myself looking at Mia, dropping her bag at the door.

“What’s happening?” Mia asks, momentarily breaking the hostility filling the room.

Emily, furious, grabs Ki and drags him to the bedroom, presumably for interrogation. I drag Mia to my bedroom - we have a lot to catch up on.

“Mia why are you here so early?”

“I had to get out of the house. They keep giving me instructions, unaware of the consequences, and I’m going to go insane if I have to keep following them. All I’ve done all week is chores and apply for jobs. I can’t even cuss about it.”

“I understand.” I do. “But couldn’t you have told me you’re coming?”

“Ah! That’s another one! I can’t use my phone because they think that’s a waste of my time, and apparently that includes talking to you. We have to stop this stupid app taking over our lives.”

“You’re right. And actually I’ve been thinking about this all week and I think I know how.”

She looks optimistic as she sits on my bed. “Okay?”

“The app keeps pushing us to play and any time we do, we get into a worse situation, right? Well what if we don’t play? It always says something about forgive, right?”

“So if we forgive each other you think it will end?” She asks.

“Exactly! Maybe…” my tone lets my lack of confidence escape for a moment. “We can try..”

I’m due to assign a **** to you tonight so I’ll try it then.