All is History

"Now then, who can tell me about the reasons for the War of 1812 and how those influenced the starting years of the war? Don't make me have to start volunteering people."

A sea of groans from the students washed over the classroom. I mean, I didn't HATE History that much. Sure, it was neat learning about how wars were played out and all that other good stuff, but if only I didn't have DD. She loved to not only quiz us randomly in class, but also make them exceedingly hard questions, AND threaten to dock us participation points. If that wasn't enough for us to hate her, her appearance helped contrast all of it.

I mean, she was pretty decent height, at about 5' 5" with beautiful blonde locks that went all the way down to her waist. She usually wore a nice necklace with a ruby in the center, which helped and hindered drawing attention away from her bouncy tits. Hey, she earned the nickname DD for a reason. Other than that, she had a simple blouse and a curvy waist emphasized by her skirt choices. I think she knew she had a body that attracted attention. It only made her personality that much worse.

"Fine then. Trevor. Stand up and answer the question."

Thankfully, I was in the clear for today. I already answered a Hell Question, as we called it. These absurdly difficult questions were mostly her excuse to watch students squirm under pressure, only for her to reinforce her "superiority" by knowing the answer. She always justified this by saying that "If we tried and paid attention, we'd be able to answer these questions." I mean, she wasn't entirely wrong about it, but she didn't have to be SUCH a bitch about it.

As all eyes and prayers were on Trevor, I decided to mess around on my phone. Other than her body, there was one redeeming part about DD's class. If you could answer a Hell Question, you basically had a free pass of the day. But, if you got it wrong, she basically docked you a bunch of points and put you on a chopping block. I pitied Trevor, but not enough to cover for him.

As I looked through my phone, something caught my eye. There was a new app that wasn't there before. Something labeled as "CG." Strange. I didn’t remember downloading anything like this last night. It was a magenta outline of a heart superimposed on a faint grey shadow of a gear. My first thought was that David had put something onto my phone, but he never had the chance. It might have been a virus, but, as I glanced up at seeing another victim of a Hell Question, I didn’t have anything better to do. I tapped the icon to be greeted by a simple list of words.

Before I could start reading anything, a terms of service pop-up appeared. It read:

Thank you for using Custom Girls! The CG team hopes that we can help you spice up your life. As our first customer, you will be receiving 10 daily gems free of charge for your lifetime as a special thanks for being an early adopter. We hope this app lives up to your expectations, and we hope you’re satisfied enough to give our other products a try! :D

Please read and accept these terms of service to continue…

What in the world? Custom Girls? What was this? Oh, I know what it is. This is one of those silly games for lonely people to make virtual girlfriends. Ha! Ha… ha… … Fuck it, I’ll try it. Still, how did this app know that I was the first customer? This was a little weird, but I was willing to give it a shot. Nothing in the terms of service seemed too strange, so I hit accept. Suddenly, a list of names appeared on my screen. In fact, it was a list of every girl in my class, including me! What in the world is going on?

Out of curiosity, I scrolled and found DD’s name on the list and pressed on it. Suddenly, there was a black and white outline of a female figure along with specific tabs on the left side of the screen. In the top right corner is a diamond icon with the numbers 10/100 next to it. To the right side were different tabs. Speech, Body, Mind, Motor, Misc., All, Toggles, and Hotkeys. They were all lit up, except for Toggles and Hotkeys, which were grayed out. I tap on All and a massive list of phrases appear, each one with a number next to it, presumably a gem cost, and all of them very perverted.

There were things such as twerking, which was a whopping 40 gems, flashing boobs took up a massive 75 gems, and Give Oral Sex was the full 100 gems! Also, not only did they cost gems, but a majority of them had a lock icon by them. Apparently I needed to unlock the previous ones in a series first. Thankfully, there is also a way to sort these things out by cost. I scrolled back to the low cost items, since I did only have 10 gems to spend. One of the few that only cost me one gem was Drop Item. I clicked on it and a small shopping cart icon appeared in the upper left. Clicking on it brought up a pop-up. ‘Would you like to buy this function?’

I hit yes and was back to the line-art of the female, but now the Hotkeys was in color. Tapping on it, I see the list of commands that I had bought, which was just Drop Item. Also, there were two checkboxes. One was for Target Awareness. The other was for Other’s Awareness. I read the text around it further.

Wanna see your girl struggle with your commands? Or maybe you don’t? Here is where you do that. If the box is checked, then either the Target or Others ARE aware that they are doing whatever it is you have them do, but they can’t stop it. If the box is unchecked, then they’ll act as if whatever is going on is totally normal.

There was no way this was true. Still, my curiosity got the better of me and I made sure the Target Awareness and Other’s Awareness were off for now, then hit the command.

Immediately, the pointer stick in DD’s hands clattered to the ground. I was surprised by it, but no one else seemed to react. Even DD herself just kinda rolled her eyes and crouched down to pick it up. I’m sure it just had to be a coincidence, right? I mean, there’s no way this app could ACTUALLY control women, right? To make sure, I pressed it again and the pointer stick suddenly went from DD’s hand to the ground like magic. She crouched again to pick it up, still continuing her lecture. As she was coming back up, I pressed it again and watched as the pointer stick slipped right out of her hand. She just calmly picked it back up.

No way. This was real? Oh, I HAD to find something much better than this to do!