Scott, a 30-year-old software developer

10:30 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

The pink glow from the phone bathes your face as you squint at the screen, head still throbbing from last night's excesses. You tap at the strange app, trying to close it, but your finger slides uselessly across the glass. The app refuses to quit, expanding to fill the entire screen with a shimmer of hearts and stars.

"Hiiiii there!" A bubbly blonde avatar springs onto the screen, her cartoonishly proportioned body barely contained by a tight crop top with 'PGA' emblazoned across her enormous chest. She twirls a strand of platinum hair around her finger, lips plump and glossy as she speaks. "I'm Becky! And you must be..." Her eyes flick down as if reading something. "Scott! Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together!"

She giggles, the sound tinkling through your phone's speakers as you prop yourself up against the headboard. "The Perfect Girlfriend App is exactly what it sounds like, silly! You get to build your dream girl from the ground up." Becky leans forward, her animated cleavage threatening to spill from her top. "And I mean every... little... detail."

As you navigate through the interface, you discover an astonishingly comprehensive set of customization options. Body sliders let you adjust everything from height to cup size, hip width to lip fullness. Personality traits can be selected or deselected – intelligence, obedience, flirtatiousness, sexual openness. A 3D model rotates in the center, morphing with each adjustment you make, showing the changes in real-time.

"Don't forget to check the kinks tab," Becky whispers with a wink, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "That's where the real fun happens."

You tap the tab labeled 'Kinks & Behaviors' and are greeted with dozens of options: bimbofication, exhibitionism, oral fixation, submissiveness, ditzy speech patterns, mall obsession, and many more you've only ever encountered in your most private browsing sessions.

In the corner, a red countdown clock ticks mercilessly: 00:10:00. Becky winks and points to it, "Tick-tock, baby. Ten minutes 'til lock-in. Don't choose? I will ."

The pulsing Lock In button waits at the bottom, glowing pink like it's daring you. Your hangover seems to fade into the background as curiosity takes over, your fingers hovering over the countless options that could craft your ideal companion. Still groggy but increasingly intrigued, you start scrolling through the extensive options.

10:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

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