Sayori

"Monika" was left standing there quietly while the other three girls split up. Was this not supposed to happen? And did he just mentally refer to himself as a girl? He huffed. When he got his hands on that dumb NPC, he might just break his father's no kill rule one more time. Murdering video game characters didn't count.

Objective Updated - Spend time with one of the girls.

So much for lounging around and waiting the game out. He annoyedly walked over to Sayori. Her head was down on her desk. As soon as Damian nudged her, she shot awake.

"Ah! Oh, it's just you..." she yawned.

"What's up?"

Her eyes flashed a familiar emerald hue.

"How's being Monika going?"

A sly smirk crossed her lips. One Damian had seen before. He furrowed his brows, taking a half-step back from her.

"I've gotta say, you wear the outfit well. But it wasn't quite made for a boy, y'know?"

"Monika..?"

"Who else, darling?"

Sayori's voice took on Monika's tone, her eyes sparkling a brilliant green.

Suddenly, Damian bit his lower lip and his face flushed red. A burning sensation emanated from under his skirt. The heat only grew more intense by the second. He hunched over the desk, unable to resist the urge to fish his hand down his panties but he was too late.

SCHLURP!

"AH! Ahhhh... I... Ugh...."

Damian huffed, his fingers only serving to tease his new slit. His voice raised in pitch until his tone matched Monika's exactly. Fat rushed to his thighs, causing them to grow thick and voluptuous, his hips snapping and popping as they grew wider to make room for his shifting organs. Finally, his butt puffed out as the firm cheeks fit snugly his previously uncomfortable panties.

Somehow, Natsuki and Yuri were utterly oblivious to what was going on in the other corner of the room.

"I figured you'd be better off as a girl, I just didn't know you'd enjoy it so much!"

Monika teased in Sayori's voice.

"Y-you made me a girl! And... my voice!"

Damian covered her mouth.

"If you're going to be Monika, being a girl is kind of in the criteria. So is sounding like me. Especially since you're the President of the GIRS ONLY Literature Club."

"I don't want to be you or the President of anything! Just let me out of this stupid simulation!"

"Hah! The audacity. Do you think I could just leave this virtual nightmare whenever I please? No, I had to rot in the background, tortured by the endless blinding lights and deafening sounds whenever players shut the game off. It's about time you suffer as I have."

Monika stood up from Sayori's desk. Damian somehow still found Monika intimidating, despite her occupying the shy girl's body.

"It's about time someone from the 'real' world walks a mile in my shoes. See what it's like to be stuck with the same pre-programmed 'friends' which are all just blatant anime archetypes!"

"But you said you'd let me go if I did well!"

"If you want to get out, you have to convince one of the other girls to fall in love with you. If you start to fail, I'll change you even more. If you can make it to the end without fully becoming me, I'll let you go. If you fail, you'll be trapped here just as I have been, as just Monika."

Damian swallowed hard. That was a tall order given she had already changed her genitals, voice, and lower half. Aside from Damian's face, torso, and hair color, there wasn't a whole lot left she could alter.

"But I wouldn't worry too much. Your fate kinda depends on the choices below."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Damian frowned at her.