The stripper

Thinking about his next meeting with Anna, he was presented with a choice of a person, and he clicked on the stripper.

The same three faces appeared: himself, the salesgirl, and Anna. The app didn't even have time to fully finish the animation before he clicked on Anna's face.

The stripper remained at the centre of the screen, accompanied by new text that read 'Trait: The less, the better'.

"Achievements unlocked: Common Card II - 150 points, All for You I - 100 points, Sharing Is Caring I - 100 points"

So apparently I get points for affecting people too, Alex whispered to himself.

The screen continued with the information: Level 2 unlocked, Achievements list unlocked. A new trophy icon appears in the menu bar.

Alex didn't really have the time to check everything out; he didn't want to enrage Anna more than she already was. He walked towards Anna's office, his heels clicking softly against the worn carpet.

He knocked on the door, hearing clothes shuffling inside. "Come in," Anna's harsh voice came through the door. As he opened the door, Anna's blouse was half open, letting her bra into everyone's view. Alex's eyes snapped to it.

"Seeing something you like, Alex?" Anna said in a slightly more sultry voice before she went around her desk; her skirt looked like it had been hastily pulled back up and was far from Anna's usually extremely neat presentation.

"We need to talk about your shoes, Alex." Alex could see that there was some internal conflict happening in Anna. "They're cute, I can't deny that, but..." As she continued, her hand unbuttoned one more button on her blouse.
"They don't really fit with the rest of your outfit", she said as her hands glided down to the top of her skirt.

"I won't mark you down for today, Alex, but next time, try to pay more attention to your outfit," she said, rushing as her hands grabbed the top of the skirt. "You can leave now, Alex, and close the door"

Alex left as Anna was now underway to remove her skirt, and he closed the door behind him. "Did the app do that?" he whispered to himself. Back in his cubicle, after having witnessed Anna, he reopened the app. The first page shows the countdown: 23 hours, 50 minutes.

He clicked on the trophy icon; the list shows the already unlocked ones
First Choice
Common Card I
Common Card II
Uncommon Card I
All for Myself I
All for Myself II
All for You I
Sharing Is Caring I
Collector I
Deeply Changed I

And underneath, more, with a progress bar underneath, some only saying locked.

For the rest of the day, Anna stayed out of sight in her office. At the end of the day, Alex went to FitNest for his first training day. He changed into leggings and a sports crop top he bought yesterday, then found Zoe.

Zoe was already by the Hack Squat. She started loading the machine and demonstrated the movements. As he got on the machine and started moving, that same arousal started coming. Rep after rep. After three sets, Zoe took him to the mats for hip thrusts; there's no way to hide, and the front of the leggings cannot hold anything. The hip-thrust movements, with Zoe encouraging him on each rep, didn't help either.

After 4 sets, they switched to Bulgarian split squats. Zoe couldn't miss the bulge in Alex's leggings, but she never said anything. She was looking, for sure, with a smile on her face, but never a judging face. After a bit, she took Alex to the leg extension machine; at least because he was lying down, no one could see it, and with less focus on what was happening in his pants, he moved more than Zoe expected, so she increased the weight.

After 3 sets, Zoe moved to the hip abduction machine; on this machine, there was no way to hide. Zoe explained that she would require fewer reps, but Alex would need to hold open for 2 seconds at each rep. The first few were okay, but after nearly a whole session of arousal, Alex's dick was now fully hard in his leggings, showing the complete outline of it. Zoe had trouble looking away; not that it was enormous- it was normal-sized- but that she was having this effect.

After the first few reps, Alex was starting to weaken. Zoe stepped in, and without blocking the machine, put her hands on Alex's knees. The first contact made him relax his muscles almost completely and close his legs again. But Zoe's hands were there and forced the legs open for the 2 seconds before relaxing and letting Alex slowly come back. She stayed there for the next 2 reps. After releasing the last rep of the first set, she said, "We gonna do another set, last one for legs today. I'll be holding your legs the whole time if you need"

Alex's muscles barely worked as he had to focus all his attention on not cumming right there on the gym floor; Zoe's contact and eyesight were too much for him. After 6 reps, Zoe released him. "Okay, enough legs for today; let's do lat pulldown, and then cardio for you"

Zoe helped him set up the station, and Alex started pulling, the seated position hiding him. After 2 sets, Zoe called it an end. As Alex stood up, Zoe came to him for a hug. "You were impressive today; quite a bit to improve, but very good for a beginner. I'll see you at the same time in 2 days. Now cardio"

Alex sat on a bicycle, already thinking about the clothes he'd bought waiting for him. And the 20 minutes went fast. I quickly gathered his bag and went home. In front of his door, the packages were there, multiple in fact, all in those waterproof shipping bags.

He opened the door and moved them one by one; one clearly held shoeboxes, and the other two felt like clothes. He couldn't wait and opened his haul.

The apartment suddenly seemed far too quiet once the door closed behind him. Alex dropped his bag beside the shoe rack and carried the deliveries straight into the living room, laying them across the sofa and coffee table.

Alex sat on the edge of the sofa and pulled the first mailing bag towards him. He tore carefully along the adhesive strip rather than ripping through the plastic, conscious of how close the clothes might be beneath it. A bundle wrapped in tissue slid into his lap, and the first glimpse of black fabric immediately triggered recognition.

The pencil skirt.

He unfolded it slowly. The material felt smoother and more substantial than it had on screen, with enough stretch to follow the body rather than merely hang from it. He held it against himself, checking the waist almost automatically.

There was no real reason to wait.

He peeled his leggings off right there, stepped into the skirt, and drew it up, feeling the fabric tighten gradually around his thighs before settling at his waist. When he turned towards the dark reflection of the television, he found himself smoothing his hands over the sides, adjusting the waistband until it sat perfectly straight.

The crop top remained on, creating an odd mixture of gym wear and office clothing, but Alex barely noticed. He was too interested in the skirt.

It changed the way he stood.

Perhaps that was only because its narrow cut restricted his stride slightly, but the effect seemed larger than that. His legs looked longer. His waist seemed more obvious. Alex experienced a little pulse of satisfaction.

The white blouse had to be somewhere in the pile.

Once that thought occurred, leaving the outfit unfinished became strangely unacceptable.

He searched through the parcels with increasing enthusiasm, opening a second bag and then a third until he found the silky white blouse folded beneath a pale pink satin one. By then, the coffee table had begun to disappear beneath tissue paper, folded clothes, and discarded shipping bags. Alex slipped out of the crop top and pulled the blouse on, his fingers slowing slightly when he reached the buttons.

The fabric felt cool against skin still warm from exercise. It was softer than any shirt he owned, and its cut narrowed gently around his waist rather than falling straight down. He fastened the final button, tucked the blouse carefully into the pencil skirt and returned to the television.

For a moment, he did not recognise the person reflected there.

Not because the transformation was dramatic. Yet the blouse and skirt altered his silhouette enough that the familiar image seemed to have shifted several degrees sideways into something new.

Then he remembered the shoes.

The black stilettos were buried inside the rectangular parcel, each shoe individually wrapped beneath a layer of tissue. When he lifted the first one free, the heel looked almost absurd beside the block heels by the door. It was thin, sharply tapered and considerably higher, attached to a sleek black pump whose pointed toe gave it an elegance that the product photographs had not quite captured.

His excitement was immediately tempered by caution.

He had spent only two days in heels, and those had been broad enough to forgive mistakes. These clearly would not.

That did not stop him from trying.

Alex sat down and slipped his feet carefully into them, fastening nothing because there was nothing to fasten. The shoes enclosed his feet with surprising firmness. When he stood, one hand remained braced against the back of the sofa as his ankles adjusted to the new angle.

The difference was enormous.

He took one tentative step, then another. His balance shifted instinctively forward before he corrected it, forcing himself to remember what he had learnt over the previous two days. Shorter steps. Heel first, only gently. Keep his weight controlled. Do not rush.

By the time he reached the hallway mirror, he was still walking cautiously, but he was walking.

That was enough to produce another surge of satisfaction.

The combination looked far more complete than he had expected. Black stilettos beneath the pencil skirt, the silky white blouse tucked neatly at his waist, all of it reflected at him in the narrow mirror where he usually checked nothing more complicated than whether his shirt was straight before leaving for work. And now he looked like the perfect office girl.

The next hours blurred into freeing the clothes he'd bought from their packaging: dresses, skirts, blouses, office wear.

With all his new clothes ready, the question for Alex was what he would wear tomorrow.