Prey on an old friend.

Alice had a fairly small social circle. One or two very close friends as well as a handful of loose friendships and several minor acquaintances. She'd never been particularly interested in making lots of friends; friends in this world were impractical in the long run anyway, as the only way to get ahead was to tear someone else down. Treachery and betrayal were commonplace. No, Alice preferred not to have to depend on anyone. She'd been raised to understand that her feminine frame and pussy were disadvantages if she ever wanted to really succeed in life.

And Alice wanted to succeed. She wanted to grab that cup of life and drink it all, every last drop.

In school she'd had a good rapport with a boy two years older than herself. An intelligent and ambitious guy named Peter. She'd kept tabs on him when he graduated and learned he was doing fairly well for himself. If she could get close to him, perhaps she could use him as a springboard to the high life.

Always one to plan ahead, Alice had made a tradition out of a monthly call with Peter. So it didn't arouse any suspicions when she called him up to chat. He congratulated her on her birthday and they exchanged pleasantries.

"So, what are you going to do now?" He asked. "Do you have a job lined up?"

Alice could hear soft wet noises in the background of the call and suspected Peter was in the middle of something sexual. Probably receiving head from that busty blonde woman she'd noticed in his social media pictures later.

She grinned as she pulled open a closet she'd spent the last two years stocking with restraints, sex toys, and devices of pain and pleasure. "Nah, I'm thinking of going to college, actually. Maybe Westtown." She grabbed an empty duffel bag and set it on the bed before retuning to her closet.

"Oh, Alice, no, you'd be wasted there. Come to Easttown, I'll hook you up."

Alice placed a smooth wooden box full of gags into the duffel. "Oh, yeah? What's Easttown got?" She'd wanted to arrange a meeting, but wanted it to be his idea to keep his guard down. "I heard it's a dump."

"Who told you that? That's all wrong." He paused and groaned softly, sounding suspiciously like he was cumming.

Alice smirked. "Hey, is this a bad time? You seem... busy."

"Ungh. No it's fine. I'm all done." Then, softer as he'd moved the phone and was talking to someone else, "Alright, get out. I don't know, what did you do with it? Well you can't look for it, you'll just have to go without it. You think I care?" There was a slammed door and Peter returned. "All good. But yeah, you should totally come by the campus and I'll give you the tour."

Various electronic devices went into the bag, for everything from vibration to electric shock. "Well, alright, I guess it couldn't hurt. But it'd have to be, like, tomorrow. I've already got a meeting with Westtown admissions the day after."

"Tomorrow..." he paused, thinking or reading something. "Yeah, I can do that. Meet you at by the big clock on the south end of campus at noon?"

"Sure. It's a date." Alice said flirtatiously before hanging up. She added a dildo the size of her forearm to the bag. She had actually molded it from her own feminine fist and forearm, to always have a piece of her original self to use in her toolkit. She couldn't wait to get started, just handling these things with the intent to actually use them was making her wet.