She may not get to make a choice...

Amy stared at the options in front of her with trepidation. The first one was the most frightening of the three considering how open-ended it was. Any random words could be forgotten in the blink of an eye? And what if it was something essential like food? She didn't want any more mental changes if she could avoid them. The other two were sexual, but at least she'd be able to get through it until she could win a round eventually. With her Friends with Benefits punishment, having regular sex wouldn't be so hard. Paul would probably be more than happy to help her with that as soon as he got off work.

As she tried to tap on option three, she was struck with a familiar need for approval. She couldn't make a choice without asking for permission first. In a panic she looked around for anybody who could grant her the ability to pick a punishment. The parking lot was mostly empty, but as she looked around desperately she saw a woman walking to her car.

"Hey, you! May I choose a punishment? Answer quickly!" she yelled.

The woman was obviously startled by the strange request and seemed slightly judgmental of the scantily dressed young girl. It didn't help that Amy's lack of social awareness and verbal filter caused her plea to come across as not only confusing, but also rude.

"Hurry! I need to pick a punishment or this app on my phone is going to make me have sex with people, get groped all the time, and forget words! I need permission to touch my phone!"

"I don't know what you're on about, but I don't want anything to do with it! Touch your phone all you want, just leave me alone!"

Amy ignored the glare from the woman, too busy pulling out her phone again to make a choice before it was too late. To much dismay, the timer had already elapsed and the buzz from her phone signified the application of all three choices yet again. This time there were no immediate effects from the change. Dictionary Deletion was an unknown as far as when it would trigger, Recharge my Battery would probably be more gradual, and as long as there were no people around, she would remain untouched.

Still holding her phone, she was startled by a ringing from an incoming call. It was her boss, Chris, who appeared on the caller ID. Most of her triggers would be safe over the phone, but there was a chance he could enforce new opinions on her unintentionally. She decided it was worth the low risk and answered.

"Hi Chris, what's up?"

"Amy? You were supposed to clock in twenty minutes ago! Where are you?!" he asked angrily.

"Oh yeah, I'm late, aren't I? I'm on my way over right now. It'll take me about fifteen minutes to drive over. I can't wait to see you! Bye!"

Without waiting for a response, she hung up. Chris had seemed irritated with her, but she wasn't exactly sure why. It must have something to do with her recent behavior, but she'd have to worry about it later. She should probably get over there to work her shift soon. She inserted her car key, turned on the engine, and waited. And waited...

Why wasn't anything happening? She should be on her way already, but her car just wouldn't go. Her engine sounded fine. She didn't know much about car mechanics, but her car had run ok yesterday. She didn't feel the need to ask anyone for permission to go to work. It was so hard to tell what her mental changes were doing to her, she needed someone to help her figure out what was causing this. She didn't want to bother him, but she called Chris back to see if he'd have a clue.

"I can't get my car to go. Do you know what could be wrong with it?" she said abruptly.

"Amy, if you think you can make an excuse like that after you already missed the start of your shift, you must think I'm an idiot! Get over here or I'm marking you a no-call no-show!" he yelled.

"I'm serious! I can't get my car to take me to work! This thing on my phone..."

"I don't care, just get someone to drive you over here in the next hour or I'm calling someone to pick up your shift and marking you absent."

This time it was Chris's turn to hang up the phone. He was such an idiot! She was always being micro-managed by a guy who didn't come close to her intelligence. It wasn't just because she was angry, she realized Chris had always been stupid. It was just one thing she hated about working a job that she viewed as beneath her. He'd rather bark at her than actually help at all. Then again, the one thing he had said did help her to think about one of her newest punishments. "Get someone to drive you..." What did that mean? There was a word she couldn't place and some missing concept that prevented her from getting her car to work.

She got out of her car and walked back to her building. It would be risky, but maybe she could simply ask someone to do exactly what Chris had said, drive her. She was nervous about making such a request without knowing what it meant, but it had to be a normal thing to ask, right? Her extroverted personality made it easy for her to knock on a stranger's door for the second time within 24 hours and hope for an answer.

She heard some shuffling inside and a few moments later the door was opened by a guy who looked to be about her age. He wore a baggy hoodie and sweatpants and his appearance was all-around disheveled. He reeked of weed and body odor and by the state of his living room, barely visible behind him, he was a bit of a slob. She didn't trust this guy to be much help, but maybe he could answer what it meant to "drive" her.

"Yo, what's a girl like you doing on this fine day?" he said with a hazy smile.

As he said this, he reached out and grabbed her left boob and started to massage it slowly. Amy was startled by the invasion of personal space, but she made no move to stop him. She didn't even flinch at his touch as he pinched her nipple playfully.

"Uh, yeah... Sorry to bother you, you look really busy sitting in your dirty apartment, but could you drive me to work?" she asked experimentally.

"Nah, I got a DUI that says I can't drive without getting my license reinstated. But you're welcome to hang here if you want to wait for a ride..."

Amy wanted to leave and find someone else, but she couldn't deny she was drawn to this guy, as gross as he was. Her extroversion punishment filled her with a **** desire for social contact and the invitation was hard to resist. Besides, if you needed a license to drive it may be harder than she thought to find someone who could help her.

"Sure, thanks for the invite. I need to text somebody, but I can spend some time here. I'm Amy, by the way."

"Cool, it's Travis. Come on in, I was just chilling watching some Rick and Morty. Hey, do you smoke pot? I was gonna light one up."

"Uh, I don't smoke, but you can though. I just need to do something on my phone first."

Amy went to text one of her coworkers next, but Gem Ladies was already up on her phone. Apparently it was time for another game whether she wanted to play or not. She sat tapping on her phone as Travis pulled out a strange looking cigarette and a lighter. Her attempt was fruitless as she found herself staring at the game over screen for what felt like the hundredth time. This time she would pick a punishment before the time ran out. She wouldn't let Travis or any of her compulsions distract her.

Anal Addict - The player will feel an intense desire for anal sex at all times. Plugging herself up is the only way to keep the compulsions at bay.****

Blowjob Bargaining - Any request made by the player must be followed by the offer of a blowjob. The player will be compelled to follow through to the best of her ability if accepted.

Cum Stain Cravings - The player will be filled with a need for guys to cum on her. Once she gets any on her skin or clothes, she'll be unable to clean it off herself.