The second one. The girl.

Mercy eyed the images suspiciously. Money changing hands, a pretty girl in what looked like an old style of dress, and... was that a sex doll? Maybe it was just a naked woman with an O-shaped mouth. Either way, yikes.

None of them meant anything. The cash could mean "pay" as easily as "receive," so that was a risky option. The breasts-out O-mouth girl was just creepy. The only choice that seemed reasonable was the pretty girl in the nice dress.

The other images faded away, making space for the chosen image to expand to fill most of the screen. Then it flipped around like a card to finally give her a little bit of information about what all was going on.

Doll

Slimmer is Better

You become thinner, weaker, and cuter.

Mercy knit her eyebrows at the card and its words. 'Doll? Weaker?' She didn't like the sound of that. For that matter, she didn't necessarily care about the thinner and cuter parts of it. She had been doing Crossfit, but not because she wanted to be small and weak. She was actually reaching a respectable level of toned muscle on her body. It felt like someone was making a weird joke at her expense and she didn't like it.

But now that she had made a selection, the app released its **** grip on her phone. She immediately tried to delete the app, but simply couldn't. There was no option. She moved it off of her home screen, but by the time she was done, it was right back where it had started. "This is hopeless. Someone has really outdone themselves with this stupid thing."

At least now she could tap into the app and poke around, but there was precious little of note. There was a history that showed her one selection and a 72 hour countdown timer covering where a second selection would have been listed. There was also a "Trait Summary," which just repeated the information from the card.

You become thinner, weaker, and cuter.

She scoffed. Hardly. She was the strongest she'd ever been in her life. Actually starting to surpass some of the men at the gym.

She'd worry about it later. She minimized the app and pulled up some messages from friends. It looked like they had all agreed to meet up as a group. That sounded like fun. Mercy shoved her things into her bag to go join them.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the dark monitor and frowned. Why did she look so... thick? Not fat, just... not delicate. Probably just a trick of the monitor, or the prank app getting to her head. Her body image was in a good place. It was fine.