Barely in time

Ramona sighed with relief, opening the GL app with a few seconds to spare. She just had to win one round, and everything would be back to normal. "Just keep an eye out for the bomb traps and rythm mini-games." She coached herself. When she pressed start, bright flashes dazzled the cheerleader's vision as she entered 'the zone,' the ultimate level of gaming perfection that came from serious focus. Her fingers deftly tapped gems, racking up combos and avoiding obstacles with ease. She was gonna do it. She'd beat this level, remove these changes, and try to figure out where this app came from, only a few hundred points from victory and

"Sorry! Looks like time's up. Here's a tip: Try to grab the time boost balloons before they float away!" Flashed in Ramona's shocked face. She had been so close. How could that have been 2 minutes?? "Choose your punishment:" Ramona's sexed up avatar swayed slowly in the corner, coyly grinning at the player, waiting patiently for Ramona's choice. She gulped, nervous to even look at her choices, but the beeping from the app warned her not to wait to long. Her options were:

'Act the part', 'sound the part', 'think the part'

What 'part' was the game referring to? Why had the titles become so vague after the first one? Shrugging in hopeless defeat, Ramona just tapped her screen idly, more focused on getting out of this naughty outfit. The confirmation *ping* was all she needed to toss her phone on the passenger seat and start digging through back seat for any other clothes; even just underwear would add some decency. Luckily she had a bag from a previous beach trip, with a simple, white t shirt, black running shorts and flip flops. Peering around at the empty student parking lot, she dove into the back seat and quickly shed her slut costume, happy that it wasn't magically **** on her. She was happy to release her fatigued, sweaty body to the cold air of the car, having not been able to hit the showers after her 'performance'. Her tiny pink nipples started to rise as she shimmied into the shorts and pulled the t shirt snuggly over her petite frame, relishing the feeling of fabric again. Eager to get somewhere private to solve this app crisis, she tossed the flip flops down by the car pedals as she hopped over to the driver's seat. Preparing to start the car, Ramona felt a tingle through out her entire body, and got the sense she was being watched. She looked up to see the school principal spotting her car, and he quickened his pace to catch her before she leaves. As much as she tried to turn the key and bolt, her body refuses to cooperate. Exactly how she felt before she was **** to dance for her whole school like a whore. She glanced at her phone, dreading to see what she foolishly chose.