Time to take this more seriously

"No, I think I'll stay as I am for now," you tell Jamie and Max, keeping a finger on the screen of the laptop. "Besides, look at what we did to Dinbowl, Alice! I'd rather not you guys turn me into your personal sex ****," you say and roll your eyes.

"Yeah, that would be awkward," Max replied pretty quickly and Jamie nodded.

These guys are so transparent, you think and roll your eyes, feeling your ire rise. "You guys were going to turn me into a mindless slut like Alice, weren't you? Fuck you guys! Not cool. I thought we were friends?"

"We're friends!" Jamie sputtered in a very apologetic tone. "We just thought it would be a laugh, we didn't think too far into it."

You want to retort quickly in anger but you dampen it into a scoff. You were as guilty as them. The evidence was rolling her hips behind you. Messing with a teacher seemed like harmless fun. Now you realize that it was a gun that easily could be aimed at anyone.

"Fine. I guess I thought it was fun to test it with Dinbowl too. But this program is dangerous. Sure, it's powerful, but we need to be careful, or we could lose ourselves in it," you say as you lift up the lid of Jamie's laptop again. "Log in, I'm going to turn Dinbowl into something more productive than a real-life desktop stripper and then we're going to talk about how we're going to moderate the use of this program," you say as you begin to rewrite some of the changes you've applied to Dinbowl's mental state.

You glance up at her and hesitate for a moment if you want to redo everything, but you leave her new physical shape in place. You let Max and Jamie read over what you've written and when they make no sound of protest, you press enter and you change her.

"Oh! Sorry guys," Alice says as she suddenly finds herself in a more moderate outfit, though still young and attractive. "I must be overworked, how long was I zoned out?"

"Just for a few moments, Mrs- Alice," you say as you pretend to pick up your school bag. "See you tomorrow, we'll continue with our homework in here since this classroom is empty for a few hours," you continue.

"Good, Alex. You - oh and you guys- are so studious and working nicely together, I'm proud of you," she replies as she grabs a few of her papers and her own bag. You feel sort of insulted at the slightly patronizing attitude, especially coming from someone that probably are in the same high heels as yourself right now, but you just smiled and waved at her as she left. A common thread the past few years; everyone of every sex expects you to be a total slut from first impressions.

Well, you have give it to them; with your silicon tits and risque outfits, you have to admit you're playing on the stereotype. But, once again, blame society and have fun with what you got, right?

You turn around and strike a cute pose for the boys. Even if they've really breached your trust with turning you into some bombshell, you're single for the time being, and both of them are cute enough to romp with in between studies.

However, there will be none of that before you have figured out how to pacify that program.