The Deflowerer

I found the app on my phone one morning. I’m quite confident I hadn’t installed it myself. It didn’t have a name, only an icon: an oddly shaped red and pink flower. I wasn’t about to tap on an app I hadn’t installed and didn’t know what it was, but after 10 minutes of searching through my phone’s settings I couldn’t find any trace of it anywhere but my home screen. So I tapped it. It launched to a plain black screen with the following text:

TIMELINE ALTERATION EXPERIMENT #07

The following changes will be made:

• There exists in every community a “deflowerer.” There may be more than one depending on the size of the community.
• He will be a man between the ages of 21 and 35 whose job is taking the virginity of young women.
• There is a very strong cultural bias against women having sex before being deflowered.
• Deflowering generally occurs at 18 though it may occur later in less traditional families. It usually occurs as part of a birthday celebration, similar to drinking for the first time.
• Deflowerers receive training on how to please a woman well during her deflowering.
• Deflowerers have access to an extremely effective, temporary male birth control agent.
• Formally, deflowerers offer their services for free. Informally, they are always tipped generously, commensurate with their skill.
• You are the local deflowerer.
• You are regarded as one of the best deflowerers around.
• You have instinctual knowledge appropriate for someone of your skill.
• You will receive requests through this app, which you can accept or reject.

DO YOU ACCEPT THESE CHANGES? YES / NO

My mouth dropped open. This couldn’t possibly be real right? It had to be some kind of hoax. Still. I was 25, single, and a virgin myself. In other words I was horny. I tapped YES.

My head spun and my vision blurred. When it cleared I was standing in the middle of my room, right where I had been before. Or was I? I looked around. Yes, this was definitely my room. But it wasn’t the room I had been in a second ago. It was bigger. Nicer. A well kept queen size bed stood in the corner, where I had expected my ratty twin. The other furniture was similarly nicer than I remembered. On top of the dresser were a few items I was confident I had not owned a moment before, including a small vibrator and a bottle containing a clear liquid that I instinctively knew was **** mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac, to be given to young women who were unusually nervous - with their consent of course.

My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at it. It was still open to the mysterious app. The words had vanished, replaced with an interface similar to the dating apps I had tried before: a series of short profiles, complete with a picture or two and a short description of them and their deflowering requests. A new one had just come in, causing my phone to buzz. Melanie Sharp, 18. She smiled brightly, her straight blond hair framing her round face nicely. Her 18th birthday was in 2 days and she wanted a private deflowering after the festivities. Some girls wanted to do it in public in front of their friends and family (How did I know that?) I turned down most of those, I wasn’t much of an exhibitionist.

I saw there were other tabs in the app and navigated to the next one. It appeared to be a list of my existing bookings. There was only one, later this evening. The profile showed a 19-year old red haired girl named Alice. She was quite beautiful in a shy, girl-next-door kind of way. My cock swelled at the thought of getting to take her virginity. The address listed was an apartment near the center of town. Unusually, it didn’t appear that it was her birthday, or any other special occasion. Scrolling down, I found an explanation at the bottom of her profile: “My parents aren’t very traditional and I was too scared to do it when I turned 18. I’m afraid guys will think I’m weird, so I want to finally get it done.”

I flipped back to the first tab and accepted Melanie’s request and then went about my day, anxiously looking forward to my evening with Alice.