The Magic (and horny) way

As much as you'd love to mingle with suitemates you don't know but who do know you and try and interrogate them about a past you should know, wait, honestly, you don't need a reason. To an asocial shut-in like you, that just sounds terrible. No second reason. You're making an exposition roommate.

You look directly at your alarm clock, it's 10:14, then you open the program. If you needed a second reason it'd be to figure out more about this program. Test one: the character creation screen doesn't fill your entire view so the clock is still visible. If time passes here, you'll notice.

When you made Sage you didn't really deal with sliders. There was a textbox to describe special attributes and history so anything that wasn't a numerical value (age, cup size, etc.) You just described her and had the program figure it out. This time you want to explore though. First, you need a base. You click on the button that says templates and flip through its tabs. There's a couple different categories. First are just some generic body types on mannequin-like computer models. The next tab is some random people you don't know, dressed in plain white underwear. At the very end, contrasting the blue tabs marked with silhouettes of human heads is a lime green one with just a bald oval head on a neck. You click on it. There's only one template. Standing in an A-pose, in her fashionable but skimpy pink lingerie, is Sage.

"Okay, so they save older creations." Guess if you ever want to make 10 Sages, you can.

You move back up the list of tabs from the bottom. Next is a tab of a bunch of celebrities. You quickly scroll past that one. You may be horny but you think looking at celebrities in their underwear to base your roommate on is too far. At least for now. Next tab you almost miss but go back to. There, each in an A-pose is an unnaturally realistic version of the fighting game characters you were just playing as and against. Lili, Fahkumram, Akuma, they're all there. They all look like normal humans despite their comical proportions. You'd confuse some of the ones with more realistic hair and no impossible features for random people on the street if you hadn't just been playing the game.

"How did it know what I was playing before this?" You shake off that weirdness. You're currently retroactively adding people you design into your life with a magic heads-up display you can't blink away. It seems weird to complain about privacy.

You flip through the other tabs. Like Tekken, there are tabs for every kind of medium you've experienced. TV, movies, animation, even books somehow, plucked from your exact mental image of those characters. They seem to be ordered by which characters you've last interacted with. After that there's what you assume is the "fan favorites" tab. It's filled with busty trophy wives, hunky romance protagonists, children that are just the right age they're the easiest to deal with, and a fetishized version of every profession under the sun.

"Do other people have access to this program?" You click out that tab quick. You don't want to think about the idea that anyone you know might've been inserted after the fact. How would you even know?

You land back at the beginning of the template tags. Right below the stock models are real people. At least you hope this tab is real people and not just people you think are real. Everyone you know is here. Once again it's ordered by last seen. Bella, Diamond, Sage, your mom, your advisor, some classmates. And in the front, leading the pack, you. When you highlight her she starts to slowly spin. You pause for a moment. You weren't kidding about wanting someone to swap clothes with, and if you want to test out the changes you can make with this program, there's no better base to compare to than your own body. You select your own model. A drop-down opens. Copy.

You're pulled out of the templates window and back into the main character creator. The sliders are all the same but rather than a featureless outline of a person and a bunch of blank variables, it's you, and all your information is filled in. Before you can do anything a pop-up window appears. A curved green arrow extends from it and points to a button outlined in glowing green. On the button is the image of a bell curve with a red pointer in the middle.

"Don't want to fiddle with values but don't want an exact clone? Try out our genetic diversity function. Just set your standard deviation and spin!" The pop-up says. Below are two buttons. "Sure" and "No, thanks."

"Hmmm. I am trying to test the features." You say to absolutely no one.

You click sure and the bell curve button expands into another window. Inside of it is the image of the bell curve enlarged. The red pointer is now off-center but just barely. Above it is a white box framed by two outward blue arrowheads and a 0 inside. Behind the box is a gradient stripe, either side directly next to the arrows is green before extending into yellow, orange, red, and finally white. At the top of the widow is the prompt "select your standard deviation:". As you click on one of the arrows the number goes up, the gradient moves more into the other colors, and the red pointer splits into two, each moving along the bell curve.

"Hmm, if I remember anything from AP stats it's that standard deviation for a population is pretty high so," You look into the white box and type with your eyes 0.25 then hit confirm. The program asks if you're sure so you confirm again. The windows close and the program seems to pause for a sec. "I don't understand how something magic and in my mind needs to load but whatever."

Suddenly, the A-posing model of you shifts. One second it's you, next second it's someone else. You minimize the creator to just look at the model, having it spin. Just on the surface the new woman was about the same height but noticeably less chubby, has dirty blonde hair instead of your brunette, and has a much less round face. No one would confuse you two or even think you're sisters, but cousins isn't that off. You look at her measurements.

"Huh, all within spitting distance of mine. Okay," You clap your hands. "fine-tuning time." You make her half a year older. "She'll be my sophomore roommate. Next, name." You'll be honest, you don't care about this girl's history that much. You're making her to serve a purpose. "Wait I got it," You say wide-eyed, your finger pointing straight up. You name her Katherine Mulcher. "Heh, one unfortunate nickname coming right up."

You find the fill-in for family income and once again decide you're making a rich person. You get it, you vote socdem every election season. #EatTheRich. You're a good politically informed zoomer. Still, her purpose is to spoil you. She's can't do that broke. Besides, she literally can't be selfish, she's needs to buy you whatever you want. Double-income household, each bringing in five figures, only child, inherited home paid for before she was born.

To balance out the silver spoon you go over to personality. You plug in "down-to-earth," "selfless," "charitable," "humble," "compassionate," heck, "morally righteous." You put in her "hates" section every rich kid stereotype you can find so she doesn't become a total tool. Congrats Lyn, you made the most moral rich person you could.

Next the "relationship to you" section. You choose roommate from the drop down but check the "more details" box. You crack your knuckles when the longform textbox opens up. Wait, your fingers aren't even typing. Oh well, **** of habit. Now for the lore.

"When Katherine got put in a suite her sophomore year she ended up rooming with a first year, Evalynne 'Lyn' Richards. Kathy made it her responsibility as an upperclassman to be a resource and guide for Lyn. Someone to lean on. She may have promised too much. Her closet became Lyn's closet. Not their closet, Lyn's closet. When Kathy agreed to do all the household chores so Lyn could focus on her studies, Lyn laughed and suggested a maid's uniform. Then she took Katherine's credit card and ordered one two sizes too small from a fetish shop. Kathy and Lyn are the same size. Lyn knows this. She told Katherine to change into it when it arrived and when Katherine said it was too tight to get out of wearing it, Lyn suggested she just remove her underwear. Afterward they had a photoshoot that Lyn posted to the suite group chat. Now Kathy is the maid of the suite. When the uniform got dirty from an unfortunate spill Bella swears was by accident, Kathy thought she was free. Nope. Lyn bought seven more (;one for each day of the week! Now you don't need anything else!') and so all the designer clothes Kathy brought to school went unworn by her, instead Lyn got the lion's share of use out of them."

"Wait, am I making myself too mean?" You pause. You save Katherine as a draft and check on something. Going to Sage (her page, not her template) you see you can still edit it. "Okay, I can go wild and Kathy becomes too much of a sadsack I'll fix it." Before you get back to writing about your relationship with her, you add a couple more personality traits. "Go with the flow," "Bubbly," "Giving," "Easy to please," and every word for "submissive" you can think of, hoping they stack. There, it's basically impossible to upset Kathy now.

"Kathy was straight all her life. In fact, she's still straight. When she learned what a lesbian was freshman year of college she took a long hard look at herself and realized that just wasn't her. What was her though was having no backbone. Evalynne knew that from how easy it was to get this woman who only wore designer brands to live in a fetish maid uniform. When Lyn told Kathy she struggled in class, the kind soul obviously asked why and if she could help. Lyn just gave her a wicked grin at first. Turns out Lyn was having trouble waking up and paying attention. So they worked out an alarm clock solution. Morning fellatio from Kathy. Lyn claimed she couldn't focus in class from being too horny so this killed two birds with one stone. Kathy registered early to avoid morning classes so she had the time to eat Lyn's box at 7 am until she got out of bed. Eventually, when Lyn brought up homework, the agreement was expanded to whenever Lyn was horny but had something else to do. She could just wave down Kathy, who would drop to her knees and relieve Lyn.

Kathy may have been straight, but not everyone in their friend group was. The smell of pussy on her breath every morning was easy to spot. So Kathy Mulcher got the nickname 'Pussy Muncher' in the friend group. They promised to only use it in the house but Kathy caught them slipping up a couple of times, and would turn red whenever it happened in mixed company."

At this point, you're getting turned on by the idea of having a hot submissive maid of a roommate that you can get to do whatever. You unbuckle your pants and stuff a hand down there. You should finish up here so you can get Kathy in the real world and in between your legs. You almost forgot why you started this project.

"Not all of Kathy's attempts to be there for Lyn failed though. The first day Kathy got Lyn to really open up for her. They talked about their lives and once Lyn started Kathy couldn't get her to stop. Kathy remembered that day well and everything Lyn said and how she said it. Those days happened semi-often. Whenever Lyn had an interaction with someone she'd tell Kathy. Kathy had a truly eidetic memory so she remembered everything Lyn said even better than Lyn did. If Lyn needed to be reminded of something she'd ask Kathy. In addition to a maid and a masturbation toy, Kathy was a walking encyclopedia of anything Lyn needed to know about her own life, her relationships with friends and family, or the greater world. There wasn't a question Lyn could ask that Kathy couldn't answer or would judge her for asking."

At this point, you're a couple fingers deep and your vision is shaking. If you needed hands for this it wouldn't get done. You check off the Eidetic Memory box and move final touches. Hike up her libido just because, make her 100% straight so your interactions are one-sided and have her have all her classes be online this semester to give you more maid time. You let the program figure the rest out. You just want her here now. As you start to crest you shut your eyes to confirm. You squeeze them twight as you continue to diddly yourself, climaxing as the program processes the changes.

Suddenly, a pause. As you open your eyes, you notice your hands are clean. Not just clean, they're out of your pants and holding a controller. You look back at the alarm clock. 10:16 pm.

"That took way more than 2 minutes." You hear a muffled sound come from below you, then you finally notice a warm licking sensation between your legs. "Ah, Kathy!" The licking pauses and a woman takes her head out from between your legs.

"Yes?" She smiles, happy you used her name. "What took way more than two minutes?" You notice you're no longer sitting in the foot of your bed but in your gaming chair.

"Uh, the last match." You shake your controller at the screen. The young maid looks at the screen, then back at you, puzzled. All that's there is the Playstation loading screen.

"Okay, you took your meds today, right?" You furrow your brow. There's that mention of meds. You rub the back of your hand.

"Yeah, um, just remind me what they do again and how I got them. I love how you tell that story." You bring her head back down between your legs. "In between licks though."