Three Bored Girls: Flirty, Slutty Streamer

“Ooooh. That’s wicked!” May said.

As Bianca scrolled through her changes on one screen, a miniature one displayed what she was seeing, and allowed Abrams to input options for her directly. She was more than a little impressed with the speed in which he came up with options.

He grinned at her as he sat back.

“It’s a gift. Honestly half the job is thinking on your feet with stuff like this.”

“That’s so cool, though! Do they like, train you to do that? In… I dunno, wherever they train you guys?”

Abrams rolled his eyes.

“Look, there’s no magic to it. You just do this sorta thing long enough and potential changes just come to you. It’s like… I dunno, it’s like a video game. You have a rough idea what the range of outcomes is and what the consequences are,” he explained. “Anyway, mental changes are kind of my specialty.”

“I did notice that the physical ones lacked a certain creativity,” she admitted, earning a glare from her new partner.

“And what’s your thing? Body mods?” he asked, giving her massively inflated tits a playful poke for emphasis.

It raised some heat between her thighs, and her nipples hardened against the blouse.

“Hey! No fair!” she squealed, swatting at his hand, “...also yes.”

“Well, apparently she agrees with you because she’s going for option 3,” Abrams said, leaning back in his chair as Bianca selected, “As Flirtatiously and Showy as Possible.”

*****

“Man, these hitboxes are bizarre,” Erica noted as she fired a wide eyed Isabelle into Venom’s sun. “There’s like, 10 of them on the up smash.”

The match ended like the previous 5 had; with Erica claiming a lopsided victory.

It was a modest crowd watching today. Smaller than most of her American broadcasts, but not so small it was a complete waste of time. She stretched.

“I’m gonna take 10,” she said. “Be back with you all shortly.”

It started as a typical break. She stretched, drank some coffee that had long gone cold, and then went to her bathroom to fill her water bottle. She had her own, while the other two had to share. As she loaded the bottle, her eyes glazed over. Like Bianca before her, she spaced out momentarily, her mind rewiring.

After the lapse, she found herself face to face with her own reflection. And for the first time in a long time, she took a critical eye over what she saw: a skinny Asian girl with hair haphazardly drawn back into a ponytail and large glasses perched on her face. Her thin frame was dwarfed by a university hoodie that hid her body, her legs hidden beneath loose fitting track pants.

Erica frowned. It had been a long time since she’d concerned herself with her looks, least of all on the broadcasts. She was a professional gamer, not some e-thot looking for validation. Still, was this the image she was presenting to the world? She looked so… bleh. Even if she wasn’t an attention whore, she was still a woman, damnit. Why did she insist on pretending she wasn’t?

She decided on a whim that this wouldn’t do. She stripped her hoodie, revealing the plain black bra underneath. She tossed and then kicked it aside, followed by her black sweatpants.

Opening her cabinet, she found what little makeup she owned. She generally only put it on for interviews, but she eyed it now. This was a slow day, after all. Maybe this was a good time to test a new image. Working quickly, she powdered her cheeks, applied some dark red lipstick and brushed on some eyeliner, stepping back to admire the way it all made her face glow.

A good start… she thought.

The glasses went next, as she traded them out for contacts. But then there was her hair. It was so drab. Obviously, she didn’t have time to fully style it, but she thought she could at least spruce it up a bit. She looked over what she had to work with and, without fully understanding what she was doing, selected a hairspray, her dry shampoo and her curling iron. Lifting her hair up layer by layer, she shampooed the base and rubbed thoroughly to clean it near her scalp. Then, taking the ends, she gave them some quick curls, letting them sit a moment before spraying them to lock it in place.

The results were far from professional styling, yet presentable enough. Where her hair had been pulled back against her scalp, now it was teased out, forming into loose waves that tumbled around her shoulders. She took a step back and admired herself. She actually looked kind of cute.

Next, she went to her closet, where she had a full length mirror to work with. She selected her favorite skirt, a white pleated one and paired it with black stockings that came to her knees. The skirt actually fell past them, which she frowned at. Again, driven by that odd sixth that had helped her style her hair, she pulled the skirt up her waist, rolling the elastic band until it rode high enough to show off some thigh. She pulled off the bra next. Erica didn’t own anything too sexy, but she did have a pink one that was almost a size too small, and that would do just fine. She fastened and pulled it up. Her breasts were only modest, but it gave them some lift. She cupped them, pleased. Finally, she selected a black blouse; nothing special, but it was tight enough to conform to her freshly accentuated breasts and dark enough that the color contrast with her bra was impossible not to notice. She buttoned it, looked in the mirror, frowned, and then unbuttoned it enough for the bra to be plainly visible.

As she examined herself in the mirror now, she looked like a different woman. Before, she’d been… well, frumpy, when she got right down to it. Now she looked cute. Almost beautiful, even. The skirt, though uncomfortable, showed off her long legs while the stockings covered their thinnes that she hated. Her breasts were teased up, and hard to look away from. But the most shocking change was to her face. Between the wavy hair framing it, the makeup accentuating her features and the sudden brightness in her eyes that inevitably resulted from putting effort into herself rather than simply rolling out of bed, she almost looked like a new woman.

She turned her body to double check herself, ensuring everything was in the right order, and then made her way back to her stream.

“Alright, everyone,” Erica said as she took a seat, “I am back.”

Immediately, her chat exploded.

Whoah, what’s with the new look?

Lol Eurica’s sold out

T H O T

Come on Eurica. I thought you were better than this.

The criticism deflected right off her. For every one negative comment she got, there were two saying she was pretty and an extra third outright cheering her on. There were even a couple of honest to God simps.

She knew these last weren’t new followers. Not enough time had passed to accumulate any of those. They were hers, and the sort of follower she’d oft belittled other streams for accumulating. And yet, here they were, fawning over her. Eurica; who they’d likely followed strictly for her talent, both in playing the games and providing breakdowns in them. It was unfamiliar territory for her, but empowering in spite of all that.

Erica, for her part, tried to carry on the stream as though she didn’t notice. She was as dominant as ever, thrashing one new opponent after another. But there was a new thrill to the game now; an understanding that she was entertaining as much as informing now; being admired as much as her skill.

And, on top of all of that, her viewer count was rising. Not just in the UK, but here stateside as well. She never had traffic like this on her Saturday streams.

Distantly, her phone made a sound at her. It was her third message this afternoon. That was… odd. She didn’t have many people to text, certainly not at this time of day. For now, she ignored it. She was in the zone, riding a sugar high that even seemed to be making her play better.

After an hour, she put the controller down. Her stream was dying off as the hour grew later on the other side of the Atlantic, and she had a few more hours before the Friday night crowd heated up.

“I think that’s enough futility for one day,” she said, stretching in a way that showed off her perky chest. “Thanks for tuning in everyone!”

Finally, having shut the stream down, she checked her phone, eyes widening at what she found. An app that had transformed her? It seemed impossible. But if it hadn’t been, where had this sudden impulse to dress all sexy come from? It was only just now, thinking back on it, that she realized how extremely odd that was. Odder still was that she wasn’t more pissed about it.

More alarming was the timer. She didn’t have very long to use it before it rebounded back on her, and if it could make her act like this….

Erica supposed the app was probably meant to be a game of sorts that challenged players to find out who changed them and get retribution. But she couldn’t really bring herself to care. Anyone who’d changed her was likely under the same pressure to make a decision that she was. And she was fairly sure that, unless they found a way to get rid of it, they’d all get their turn sooner or later. So, she selected the roommate she liked least: Ashley.

A list of options appeared:

1. Hair and makeup

2. What’s my age again?

3. Working Girl

The first sounded lame compared to what had been done to her, and the second a bit creepy. Besides, Ashley wasn’t working anyway. Perhaps option 3 could give her a job. She selected it.

1. House maid

2. Beautician

3. Homemaker

4. Concubine

She thought them over. House maid was a nice perversion of her old job. Though she recognized it right away as a side effect of her own change, she held out some hope that making Ash a beautician could help her pretty up a bit. Homemaker would be nice and practical, especially if she was freeloading anyway, and concubine was just so weird that she was tempted to try it.

After pondering it a moment, she made her selection.