Go with the girly clothes

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you don’t really have a choice in the matter. No matter how much, intellectually, you want to buy clothes that will reduce your Girliness stat, there is no way in hell you can wear men or tomboy clothes. Just thinking about how you looked in the mirror wearing them makes you shudder involuntarily. You feel like you looked like someone cosplaying a Rule 63 version of Oscar the Grouch.

That grumpy thought in mind, you walk up to the cashier, Gerald following behind you without saying a word, and you pay for the clothes, putting them all on your credit card. Then, now that they’re yours, you head back to the changing room and take off all those gross guy clothes you had on, replacing all of it with stuff you just bought.

Goodbye boxer briefs, hello panties! They fit so snuggly against you, it’s the peak of comfort. The bra really helps, even if your breasts aren’t exactly big bazoombas, and there’s almost a strut to your step as you exit the store. You feel good! You think you look good!

“So...” Gerald says, knocking you out of the positive headspace immediately. “What’s going on?”

You start blushing. You...completely forgot to tell Gerald any of what just happened. But how are you going to explain it to him? Before you tell him anything, you feel the urge to click on the Task you completed starts to build up, and with a huff you pull your phone out and do it.

Charisma 17->31

Girliness 27->42

Obedience 48->62

You shudder for a second as you feel the changes start. They’re mostly centered on your face and boobs, as you go from ‘pretty’ to ‘hottie’ with the former and from ‘respectable’ to ‘stacked’ with the latter. For a second, you’re scared the new clothes you bought will rip and tear, but looking down, you see they still fit fine. There are other changes, like your waist being a little smaller, and your hips being a little wider, but for now that’s it. There’s also a new Task to replace the one you finished: Suck a dick.

Gerald was clearly watching the changes as well, and with your pink top, he can see quite a bit of your now more impressive cleavage. The fact he’s looking there makes you...kind of horny. You don’t want to think about it, but something about being a beautiful, desirable woman is turning you on. Then you realize his gaze has moved from your chest to your phone, and you should actually respond to what he said. “The app...it’s really messing with my head. I couldn’t bring myself to wear those tomboy clothes, they felt terrible. I...don’t know if there’s a way out of this.” It’s hard to admit that, but you’re starting to get scared that it’s true, and you can’t stop yourself from voicing it aloud.