Study Time

(Rita's PoV)

It’s a brand new day. A new day with a thermodynamics test. Ugggh… Before that I’m going to study at the library. …And maybe steal a kiss from my boyfriend.

Today’s outfit? Black thigh-highs and a mini-skirt. Grade A zetta ryouiki. Swish-swish. I wear a sweater to keep off the fall chill. And of course, my high-heel boots.

On the way out of my dorm I run into Mean Girl #2. She's wearing the college girl standard sweats and tank top. She looks at me like she wants to say something. By herself, she isn’t so scary. She goes to open her mouth and I shush her.

"Not today, sweetie. We both know you're not the brains of your group." She mutters something in reply, but I have no more need to pay attention to her.

On with my day. The walk to the library gives me time to enjoy the beautiful fall weather. The trees are turning colors and the air is so crisp.

My peaceful trip to the library is interrupted by an overly energetic voice. "Hey Rita! Wait up!"

"Oh look. It's Cotton." I turn to face the energetic cheerleader. She's wearing legwarmers over her white sneakers, short exercise shorts, and a school t-shirt knotted under her bouncing boobs. Her perfect midriff and perfect belly button are out for everyone to see. She has to be cold.

"Don't be like that, chubs." She's closer now so she feels she doesn't have to be nice. "I have an offer for you."

"Uh-huh." I turn and resume walking towards the library. We must make an interesting pair, me short, dark and thicc and her tall, bright and cheery. "What can you offer me?"

"An opportunity to help me!" Why does she believe that's something I want? "Don't act like you didn't notice the extra followers you had on Starsgram after our post yesterday."

"Go on." I did notice, I noticed and I liked it. My follower count doubled. From one post. The bimbo is annoying, but popular.

"I have a sponsor who's been bugging me that I can refer over to you. Iiiiff...." She trailed the 'if' and twirled her hair. I stop and turn to her. She can be so aggravating when she thinks she has something I want.

"Spill it, bimbo. What do you want?" She giggled in response, like I activated her trap card.

"Girls with my status need clothes that fit perfectly. As a curvy girl you understand, girls with girls my size have trouble with finding tops that fit just right. I can’t be looking like I’m wearing a tent." She heaved her chest to emphasize the second statement. "I'd like you to be my personal tailor. I'll pay you as well."

"You are havibg trouble with finding shirts to fit and I like being paid. You’re going to post one of my fits on your feed each week with a mention." She nods her smug nod. I hate when she’s right, it goes to her dumb blonde head. At least this is a trade of favors. I don’t want to owe her anything. "You mentioned a sponsorship?"

"Well, my personal tailor is going to be pretty popular. Especially when I post my custom fits." She put her hands behind her back and rocked from side to side. I should be immune to her giant boobs, but the sway is... swaying. "And once you're popular enough, I know people who'll pay you to wear their stuff."

"If I was interested, when do we start?" She knows I'm interested. Getting paid in followers and money, with the potential for free clothes, how could I say 'no'?

"Yay!" She grabs my arms and bounces happily. "You busy tonight? I need something for the game tomorrow. We'll go after we work out with Maria."

Spending a Friday shopping isn't a bad plan. Maybe John will come with me to the game on Saturday. It'll be my first time at a game. School spirit? Not really my thing. Dressing cute in public? That is becoming my thing. Getting paid is definitely my thing. Maybe I'll spend my Perk Points for Seamstress II.

Now to the library. She's following me. When did I become a magnet for annoying? I have to figure a way to ditch her to spend time with John.

(Mat’s PoV)

Name: Mattison
Surname : Weaver
Gender: Male -> Female (80%)

I have breasts now. Small breasts, but breasts. I also have shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair. Shorter and lighter than my avatar. That’s not where the resemblance stops, where I’m perky and petite, Reavae is cartoonishly voluptuous. My little boobies have nothing on her comfortable curves.

I wake up my body with morning Pilates to work out the soreness from sleeping on the couch. I’m not doing that again. The new bathroom has a jetted soaking tub. I fill the tub and allow the heated water jets to ease my muscles. Scented candles would make this experience better. I add that to my growing list of homemaking purchases.

After soaking is a shower, who gets clean in a tub? Under the rainfall showerhead, my hands find hips and very feminine curves that weren’t there yesterday. I’m glad to be past the awkward transition look of yesterday.

I cook breakfast in just an apron, it feels natural. The big kitchen feels underused cooking just for me. My growling stomach overrides any melancholy as I eat to fuel my day.

After breakfast I put on some sweats and a baggy t-shirt and go grocery shopping. I want the house to be well stocked for the weekend.

I’m excited about so many things. Shopping today. The date tonight. Meeting the mysterious coworker on Saturday. I haven’t had a weekend this exciting since I graduated high school.

The excitement carries me grocery shopping. I decide to make a salad and a meaty-cheesy potato casserole for dinner tomorrow. Mysterious coworker will appreciate the protein.

To round out the dinner, I pick out some different flavors for tea, as well as some cheese, meat and crackers to make a board. Can’t forget dessert. I take advantage of the fall sale to get some apples to make apple pie. When picking the spices, I notice mulling spice. I can make some spiced cider.

Before I know it I have a cart filled with Fall goodies, cinnamon brooms, candles with other fall smells, decorative squashes and all sort of things to fill our expanded space with warmth and charm.

I gather my bags at the checkout and begin to walk home. I curse myself for weighing down the bags with so many candles. Fortunately, the apartment is only a couple blocks from the store.

"Excuse me, Miss?" A polite young man in exercise clothes offers to carry my bags.

"Thank you for your offer, sir. I'll manage just fine." I reply. I feel warm after getting hit on for the first time.

"A pretty lady like you shouldn't have to carry her own bags."

"Don't worry about me. I'm happy to get groceries to cook for my man." I flash him a contented smile and make my way home. Starting tonight, John's going to learn to appreciate me.

(John’s PoV)

The day is slow at the library, so I have time to check my phone. It looks like some of the body modification quest cooldowns have expired. I should add some more quests to help everyone get their ideal shape. Or maybe my ideal shape for them is more accurate.

For Cotton, I want to lean into the gap moe between her being so publicly dominant and privately submissive.

Cotton will receive the following advanced quest :

• Give a cleanup blowjob
• Optional: Include paizuri
• Optional: Swallow
• Optional: Cleanup after another woman

Reward: Increased Height

I'll pick a quest for Mat after tonight. I'm curious about what she'll look like when her transformation completes. Maybe I'll talk to her about what she wants. It might be good to show I care.

I frel the air in the library change. It’s enough to make me look up and see what happened. The quiet library collectively took a breath as the mis-matched duo walked in. It’s hard to believe the change in Rita’s presence. Before, she had total background character energy. Now? She grabs attention like her every entrance is a character introduction, complete with her full name, age and blood type.

Rita looks every bit the tsundere heroine. From her long wavy brown hair, falling to her mid-back, mostly loose except for the twin tails that rise over head and add energy to her movement. Her clothing matched her energy, an off-the shoulder sweater which met her short skirt and thigh highs.

By Rita’s side is the equally eye catching cheerleader. Everything about Cotton’s outfit screams “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot, like me?” From her hair in a messy ponytail with bangs framing her brilliant blue eyes, to her tight top, knotted below her large breasts. Barely visible abs were nestled in her short, high-waisted yoga shorts. Like Rita’s skirt the shorts are long enough to cover the topic, short enough to keep me interested.

I can’t say I don’t know why those two are friends, but I’m happy they are making the best of their adjusted relationships. Seeing the two of them together in front of me sparks ideas about the two of them together beneath me. That’s for later.

The girls don’t see me, so they bounce their way over to the front desk and continue to chatter excitedly. I approach and hear the conversation is about the villainess Novel I gave Cotton.

“I just never had you pegged for liking isekai slop.” I hear Rita say.

“You have to love how Philia ruined the Sheris’ first meeting with the prince. She was so clever to get close to the prince’s mother to pressure him that way.”

“She could just be nice to Sheris and avoid the Bad End that way.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Cotton retorts as I arrive in front of them at this point in the conversation.

I interrupt the two to greet my girlfriend with a big hug and lift her face for kisses on both checks. She returns the hug enthusiastically.

Cotton looks at me with mischief in her eyes. She reaches out her arm offering the book. “Good, the servant has arrived, I require Volume 2.” She knew I had to play along with her in front of Rita, at least until Rita knows about all of us.

“Finished the first already, princess? Good job!” She seemed pleased by my praise. I had already pulled the second volume for her behind the counter. We made the exchange. “Volume 2 of Reincarnated as a Villainess. As requested.” She made a show about accepting the book and placing it in her impractically tiny, but 100% color matched to her outfit, backpack.

“You are so ridiculous.” Rita hip checked Cotton and made the taller girl stumble. “Don’t you have class this morning?”

“Oh, shush, you just want time with your boyfriend.”

“Yes, yes I do. I’ll see you after school at the gym.” Rita turned Cotton away and gave her a push. The blonde waved over her head as she walked away. Her exit as attention grabbing as her entrance. Having had Cotton naked underneath me last night made it harder to make the conscious effort to keep my eyes with Rita. I was proud I could stay focused on Rita.

Rita, without Cotton to distract her, found herself unable to meet my eyes. She looked around for a moment before settling on a quiet “Hey, handsome.”

I could tell she wanted to ask me something. It was cute to see her fumble. Her body and her clothes and her manner had changed, but out of character, she was still a shy girl.

“Hey, yourself.” I reply. “You look real good in black.”

“Thank you.” She blushes at the compliment. “Can we talk? Someplace private? For a bit? Do you have time or you busy with work? I don’t want to get in your way. If you can’t talk it’s-“

The words flood out of her non-stop. Instead of interrupting her, I put my arm around her and lead her to a quiet corner of the library with a couch. She responds by leaning her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around me, content to walk together in silence. We reach the couch and sit down together. She stays leaned in, so I give her forehead another kiss. She leans into the kiss and nestles into my arms.

We sit for a moment before she's ready to talk. She starts quietly. “Tomorrow’s Saturday...”

When she doesn't continue, I pick up her start. “I’d love to spend some time with you.”

Her face brightened when I said that, like she was hoping that would happen. “That sounds awesome! We could meet for lunch! Then go to the game! Then dinner! Then after…” The last part trailed away into a mumble.

“All of that sounds good. We can have dinner at my place. There’s someone I need you to meet.” Looks like I'm going to be doing something new. I’ve worked at this college library for a year. I’ve never gone to a game. When I was in school, I barely even went to those games. Considering that I am now banging a cheerleader, I guess I should get used to going to games.

“It’s a date!” Rita responds with determination. “Meet at Marvelous Burger at noon for lunch.”

“It’s a date.”

After settling on our date we converse normally for a while. Rita talked about her upcoming test. As a liberal arts major, I don’t know much about the subject. However, I did have an idea about how to study. I was able to use her book to ask her questions. Rita is definitely better at this engineering stuff than I am.

After not very long she needed to head to class and I needed to get back to work. She thanked me for the study session.

Rita will be unaware of the following quest: "Pass your thermodynamics test"

• Pass Thermodynamics test
• Optional: Score above 90%
• Optional: Score in top 5 in class
• Optional: Score highest score in class

Reward: Enhanced hourglass shape

I don't want to pressure her on this test, but I do want to reward her.