Tell me about myself (ii)

Alex was, for all intents an purposes, bored of this level. He'd played it twice now, and for whatever reason, whether shitty design or just his own inability, he couldn't win. He clicked Refuse to Play and went to bed.

Refusing to play? Upgrading random punishment.....Punishment selected: Tell me about myself (i) --> Tell me about myself (ii)

Tell me about myself (ii) - Whenever user hears a verbal and/or textual statement about them, they will act as if it is true temporarily, with the statement expiring after a random time between 120 - 180 minutes. User unable to recognize when they are under the sway of these statements. The same written statement does not work more then once.

"Brit!" A female voice said confidently. "You got this Brit, keep up the great work!" Alex pumped harder on the stationary bike.

When he had awoken, Alex had remembered the day prior, and opened Roy's response to his gym photo. Simply 'Hot as hell'.

It was his second day without a class in the morning, and Alex scrambled to get ready for the class he'd agreed to the day prior; throwing on a pair of shorts and a tanktop, taking a peak at himself in the mirror. The shorts, much like any article of clothing, were vacuum sealed to his body, shifting from basketball shorts to something more like a pair of compression shorts in the mirror, the light bulge of his dick popping a bit, and everything from his upper thigh to ankle exposed to the world.

More embarrassing then any of that was the fact that the tank top was just as vaccuum tight, and in the cold morning air, his nipples popped out of the material. Okay. Something had to be up with this tanktop. Or their dryer. He'd ask Ethan when he got back. Besides for nipples showing a bit, the shirt showed nothing besides his skinny stomach, and lack of muscle.

"You're Britney right?" Asked a female, standing next to the guy who had asked her yesterday.

"Sure am." Britney responded to her, shaking hands with the girl, who thanked her profusely for showing up to her spin class. The man departed, and Britney chatted with the woman.

"Hey, before we start, Britney, you mind helping me for a brief second?" She asked.

"Yeah!" Britney said, following Maddie outside the small room, into the female lockerroom, and into one of the stalls. Britney didn't wonder once why she was following Maddie, but turned her head to the side when Maddie handed her some clothes.

"So I know this is our first class and everything, but at my old studio, I was sorta starting a brand. It'd be super amazing if you wear these clothes Brit, customers would love seeing someone like you flaunting themselves in them." Maddie said. She looked like she was expecting a 'no' from Britney, but Brit simply smiled, nodded, and gave a thumbs up.

"For sure!" Britney said, taking the offered clothes; Maddie left to give her space to change.

"God, you're my savior, like, more helpful then my last three coaches." Maddie said in thanks as she left the changing room.

Tight yoga pants and a sports bra, with the words 'Maddie's Mad Girls' on the sports bra, which clung to Britney like a second skin, just as with the green yoga pants. Staring at herself in the mirror, Britney adjusted the yoga pants to hide the little crease in the front, some of the fabric having bunched up slightly. Pulling the yoga pants up to accentuate her ass a bit more, Britney left the lockerroom and returned to the small side room.

Maddie gave her a thumbs up, turned on a video camera in the front of the class, and began the routine.

Sweaty and disgusting by the end of the whole workout, Britney felt happy at the praise Maddie was heaping on her, feeding into it. The class had long since been deserted.

"Amazing work today Britney. Like, you were pushing harder then me." Maddie said.

"You're pretty inspirational. What can I say." Britney responded with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Don't sell yourself short Brit! You can keep the pants and bra. What're your plans for the rest of the day?" Maddie asked as she packed up some of her stuff.

"No idea yet. I have an evening class." Britney replied.

"Cool!" Maddie said. "You mind helping me with a bit of promotional material? Take some photos, put up some images, you know, stuff like that."

"Sure." Britney said, helping taking photos of some shirts, pants, and other materials for her.

Alex returned, and Britney disappeared as he stood in the sports bra and yoga pants, letting Maddie take a photo of him to put online. What had just happened? The last few hours were a blur of contradicting memories, but Alex remembered thinking he was Britney, and then....

"Keep that pose Brit! Natural model over here. God, even the makeup is on point!" Maddie said with a complimenting voice.

"Hey Brit, thanks again. I'll text you later for our meet up for drinks." Maddie said, walking out with Alex; Maddie's casual walk contrasted well with Alex's strutting and posing. It was a muggy day.

Ethan was, thank the lord, not home when Alex returned in yoga pants and a sports bra, freezing cold. The older man from across the way stopped her briefly as she opened her door. He asked Alexa if she might help grab something for him.

"Right here?" Alex asked, reaching deep down into the wooden chest, and coming up with nothing.

"N-no." Jerell said, amazed at the sight of the girl in front of him, her large ass swaying in the tight green pants. "You should keep looking Alexa. It's in there somewhere."

Alexa nodded. His grandmothers locket was somewhere in this chest. She was sure of that!

"Here. Let me help you dear." Jerell said, holding Alexa's hips as she looked in the wooden chest, opening up compartments. His hands slowly slid down her hips, losing any semblance of decency as his erection grew. "Don't you worry, I got you, you just keep lookin'."

"Ahah!" Alexa said, completely unbothered by the kindly old man's hands, and jumping out of the chest, nearly knocking him over. A locket was in her hands. 'Here you go Mr. Jerrell."

"W-wow, thank you so much Alexa." He said, surprised the naïve girl had actually found it, he took it from her, and gave her a hug in thanks. A slight pat on her ass made Alexa feel wonderful, and she felt warm the rest of her afternoon. Changed from the sweaty clothes, Alex sat down, his brain hurting from the past few hours. Just what the hell had all that been!?!?!?

Before he could think deeply, Beatrix's calming voice spoke up, and Alex found himself chatting with her. They wasted the entire class whispering.

"What's your Friday night plan Alex? Got a hot date with Ethan?" Beatrix asked jokingly.

"Shut up." Alex said with a roll of his eyes.

Beatrix laughed. "Are you actually doing anything? I got ditched last minute, and you usually have something fun going on."

"Actually yeah, I'm going out with some friends tonight. Bar hopping. You in?" Alex asked, and Beatrix nodded.

Ethan was passed out on the sofa when Alex returned. He messaged Beatrix, Maddie & the three girls from yesterday, setting up a time for them to all go to a bar. After all, he liked to always be doing something, anything.

As Alex waited for time to pass, and listened to Ethan's evening nap snores, he pulled out Gem ladies. He had a burning desire to play. But not, of course, a burning desire to win. So it came as a shock to him when he actually won a level, after taking a maximum amount of concentration and focus. As he began to imagine starting a new game, a knock came, and Alex departed his apartment with Beatrix.

They were going to meet up with the rest of the group at the bar.

"Fuck. I'm cold." Alex said to no one in particular, with Beatrix huffing, using her usual mom voice.

"You shoulda wore a jacket Alex, I mean, come on, its fall." She said, feeling a bit of annoyance at his obstinance. A tight full length shirt and a pair of tight fitting khakis. "Spent a bit too much time on your makeup, not enough time grabbing the right clothes." Really, really nice fitting khakis.

"Would you cut it out? Not wearing makeup. You and Ethan are annoying with that joke." Alex said. He remembered the day prior in the gym, but left the delusions to himself.

Beatrix let Alex wander a bit ahead. He was walking weird. No. Not weird. Like any other girl would. When they stopped for a crosswalk, she spoke up again.

"You just posing like a model now?" She said with a giggle at his hand on his hip.

"Shut up." Alex waved it off with an eye roll.

Right. He had forgot about how his ass was effecting his gait. Focus on not swishing. Not putting his hand on the hip, not making a face, not pushing your chest out. Alex had a headache by the time they reached the bar.

"What would you two ladies like?" Asked the bartender.

Alex, unamused by Beatrix insistence that he was wearing makeup on the way over, downed a shot, mixing with his already altered mind to make him **** to have fun. When the rest of the gaggle of girls came, Alex found himself shifting from bar hopping to just smashing down drinks, being maybe the least sober person their.

"Y-you just gotta try and drink everyone under the table, huh, Alexa?" Emma slurred out, and Alexa felt herself speaking before her brain turned on, ordering another round, and challenging Emma once more.

She was, after all, the girl who could beat anyone at drinking. They fled the first bar for being rowdy, were thrown out of the second after Emma screamed at Beatrix for not drinking, and settled on a club instead for their 3rd hangout spot. Alexa, **** for another drink, rushed in with the gaggle of girls, flashing her ID. The music was pounding into her ears, smashing her ear drums, breaking up her thoughts.

Beatrix popped open a thing of champagne, and Alexa, confused as to where it had come from, guzzled down the offered glass, and hit the dance floor. With barely an coherence, she stumbled a few words out to Maddie.

"Wh-what....how do I dance? Never done it?" Alexa asked.

"Oh Alexa, you'll be fine. I know girls like you are shy at first, but once you're out there, you'll kill it." Maddie replied with a smile, yanking Alexa out with her, into a sea of grinding, jumping and groping.

Everything blended out, and Alexa's next memory was sitting in a booth, being sandwiched between two people, a middle-aged couple, both of whom were speaking to her, nibbling her ear, and teasing her. Panting, Alexa lost the binds over her mind, and squirmed out from the group. Rushing to the bathroom, Alexa disappeared, replaced by a very confused Alex, who needed to vomit, ASAP.

Someone opened the stall door, and helped the still queasy Alex.

"Here's your phone....Miss...." The middle-aged man asked her. "Hey, I know you! Gloria! I figured I recognized your dance moves and poses from last week. Job offer is still open if you'd like to."

Alex wanted to tell the man to fuck off. To get the hell out of the women's bathroom and let him alone. "Uhm....yeah?"

"Right, right, bad time. Hey, I'll put my contact info for you. You text me in the next hour or so, I can get you set up to begin training this coming Monday, no worries, no sweat." He said, opening Alex's phone and putting his number in.

Alex let him leave, and empty his stomach out a bit more, before groping for his phone. What had that man even wanted with him? Checking his texts, Alex realized he'd been missing a message from Roy as well. Apparently, one of the girls had taken Alex's phone, snapped a photo of him, and sent it to Roy. What the hell!?!?

Roy: Wow Cindi, you look great. Girls night out?

Alex: Yeah, wyd? Working?

Daniel: Hey Gloria, it's Dan. U still wanted the Barista 'n Bikini's gig?

Alex: For sure! Monday I can come in.

Alex switched to what he really wanted: Gem Ladies. He needed to get a game in before he hit the club floor again. Like an addict needed their fix. Drunk, he stumbled through the GUI, beginning what felt like a normal round, and then felt himself grow queasy; vomiting, he looked at his phone once again, realizing he'd lost the damn round! What!?!?

Before he could read the punishment options, or press any button, a text came through.

Roy: I am working. You go have fun Cindi, I know your mom always mentions you're a crazy party girl. See u tmrw?

Cindi nearly let her phone in the toilet, nipping back to grab, before running back to the club floor. All the while, choices awaited her selection.

User has selected option: Replay Level for Prestige Points. Invalid Input. Invalid Input. Please Press: Play.

'Play' Pressed.

Due to game mode option: **Replay Level for Prestige Points, selection you must choose one Level Up to Level 2, & three new punishments.**

New Punishment:

My Feet Hurt - User slowly becomes incapable of not wearing heels, or being barefoot. Dull but continuing pain occurs otherwise.

Love Language: Physical - Touching, feeling, groping, grinding, sex. You love to express your affection through being physical with the other person; even for friends, you're a bit handsy....

Hair, Hair, Everywhere - User begins to feel 'naked' with short hair, and will attempt to grow or put in extensions if deemed too short.

Upgrade Punishment:

Appeaser to a Fault (ii) - User is addicted to conversation/self-promotion and feels mental anguish if a conversation ends in a negative manner and/or mental fog if unable at make a connection with someone. Unable to prevent themselves from conversing, and to end a conversation can lead to something close to physical pain.****

Unknowing Flirt (ii) - User unknowingly will flirt with both men and women. Uses noticeable word cues & facial expression, alongside placing themselves into situations to create flirting opportunities. If asked, user will weakly deny that they are flirting.

Sashay, Strut, Walk-it (ii) - Player is versed in feminine strides, including swaying of the hips, strutting of the shoulders, chest out, ass popping, and perfect eye contact. User becomes unable to ever 'exit' this mode, and will, regardless of the situation, keep it up.

(Unable to fetch further upgrades, please choose to upgrade from Level 0 to Level 1 if you desire) Socially Online: Paltry (i) - User finds themselves with an account with 1000 followers on every well-known social media platform and begins to have desires to expand and grow the presence. Further upgrades will increase the effectiveness and growth of this account, plus worsen the addiction.

Nothing selected....randomly choosing for user....third failure to select options, meaning random integer selected for how many punishments to select....selecting....