I Know How This Works

You smirk at the screen, feeling rather clever as you begin tapping away at the sliders and text boxes. "I know how this works," you mutter under your breath. "It's a total trap."

You start typing into the customization field: "My Perfect Girlfriend is a Man. Smart. Strong. Well hung. Total Babe Magnet. Ladies will drop their panties for him at his slightest desire. The Total Package."

Becky's animated avatar freezes mid-hair-twirl, her glossy lips forming a perfect 'O' of surprise before splitting into a delighted giggle. She leans forward, her enormous breasts pressing against what seems to be the inside of your screen.

"Oh sweetie," she purrs, tapping a long, pink fingernail against her plump lower lip, "that's not how this works at all. Did you think you could outsmart me with a little gender-flip?"

The sliders and options on the screen begin to reset themselves automatically. Your custom text vanishes letter by letter as if being backspaced by invisible fingers.

"This is the Perfect *Girlfriend* App, not the Perfect *Boyfriend* App," Becky explains with exaggerated patience, as if talking to a child. "All these lovely tools are for designing your dream girl. Those are the rules, baby."

The interface flickers momentarily, and the sliders reappear with default female settings. The 3D model in the center of the screen shows a generic female figure with modest proportions.

"Nice try though," Becky winks, blowing you a kiss. "I love a man who thinks he can beat the system. So much more fun when they realize they can't."

The countdown timer continues its relentless descent: 00:05:12 remaining. Becky taps it with her fingernail, the sound somehow audible despite coming from a digital avatar.

"Clock's ticking, handsome," she reminds you with a sultry pout. "Either you design your dream girl... or I'll pick one for you. And trust me—" she leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper, "—my taste runs a little... ****."

As if to demonstrate, she casually flicks a finger toward the bust slider, sending it rocketing to maximum. The model's chest instantly balloons to cartoonish proportions. Another casual flick drags the intelligence slider down to its minimum setting, while the 'bimbo speech patterns' option lights up with a pink glow.

"Just a preview of what happens when you leave the choices to me," Becky says sweetly, resetting the demonstration changes. "Four minutes left. What'll it be?"