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It was a lovely morning. The sun was shining, the birds chirping and I had my head down half-asleep enjoying it all. It was a pretty good feeling but unfortunately there were those in the world who sought to rob me of such bliss.
<div id="speakYumi">"Joe."</div>
A voice whispered my name but I gave it no heed.
<div id="speakYumi">"Joe!"</div>
They hissed slightly louder this time. I opened my eyes and sat up remembering where I was. I was in my classroom, not in my bedroom and the one calling my name had been trying to warn me of impending danger.
<div id="speakAng">“Am I boring you Joe?”</div>
Oh no. Standing directly in front of me was my English teacher Ms. Angela@@.imgpop.angela;(!)@@ and right now I was in the middle of her class.
Everyone was staring at me, including my friend Yumi@@.imgpop.yumi;(!)@@ who had been the one trying to warn me.
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<div id="choice">[[Apologise]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Pretend to have been listening]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/CityPhoto.png">
<<if $prologue is 1>>Redrock City, a bustling economic hub that was a shining example of a modern city. Millions of people walked the streets of the city and inside the pockets of many of them was the symbol of the Digital Age, the smartphone. Filled with apps that could do just about anything, there were many who would go as far as to say that some of these wondrous apps operated using some kind of magic… and in this city they would sometimes be right.<<endif>><<if $prologue is 2>>She drummed her fingers on the cold metal of the fire escape platform as she looked down at the door below. Her prey sure was taking its time. A cold wind blew down the alley briefly exposing her right eye from beneath her white hair. Luckily nobody was around to witness it. This back alley was a shady place. No normal person would dare walk down here alone at night but that was the reason so many shady individuals did just that. The door she was watching was gateway to den of sin. Gambling, prostitution, illegal cage fighting, everything that the police said you couldn’t do they were doing in there. It was a very inclusive club and the membership list included one Mayor Coullin who was ensuring the police left the club well alone.<<endif>><<if $prologue is 3>>The white haired woman had no idea interest in the club's activities or its members with the exception of one. The door opened and the alley was filled with warm light as a tall figure walked out. The woman grinned for tonight her prey would meet its fate. The door closed with a bang and the hunter took that as her signal to pounce on her prey. She leapt from her perch and landed on the ground three storeys beneath her completely unharmed.
“Found you," she laughed standing up. Beneath her hair her right eye began glowing red as her prey looked at her with fear and confusion.<<endif>><<if $prologue is 4>>“W-who are you?” He demanded. He was a well-built man, muscular, toned and could break a man’s jaw with a single punch but it was a physique he had done nothing to earn. His hand was already in his pocket grabbing his phone but it wasn’t to call for help.
“I’m Hunter. A hunter of those in possession of something they shouldn’t have. You know what I’m talking about; it’s in your hand right now.” The man only had one thing in his hand, his smartphone. The phone wasn’t stolen and to the human eye it looked like just a normal phone. However Hunter could see it for what it really was. With the power of her right eye she could see red electrical energy pulsing from the phone. Inside the phone was a power than humans were never meant to have. It was a power the man had no intention of giving up.
“This one should do it.” The man was smiling now as he moved his finger across the screen. He selected Hunter as the target for what he was about to do.
“Got you!” He shouted pressing on his screen. Hunter stopped and her face froze in a murderous smile like someone had pressed the pause button on a remote.<<endif>><<if $prologue is 5>>“Hah you bitch. All that high talk but you are just like everyone else. Maybe I'll turn you into a rat or even better, I'll make you my slave!" The phone held the power to do just that. Any order the man gave would implant itself in Hunter’s brain and force her to obey his every request.
“My first command is...” He began ordering.
“My first command is sit,” Hunter suddenly declared. Immediately the man sat down.
“What… no I commanded you!” Why was he under her control? That wasn’t how the phone app was meant to work.
“Let’s return you to your true form.” The app was working by itself ignoring his attempts to stop it. It locked onto him and reverted all the changes he had made to his body. His lost all his muscle and sharp looks as his clothes began to loosen as they were now being worn by a body a few sizes too small. The only exception was his belly with had enough flab to push out.
“Please let me go, I’ll never use the app again I promise!” He tried begging but Hunter wasn’t listening.<<endif>><<if $prologue is 6>>“Hmm that’s odd; I thought I said your true form.” The app began activating again, targeting the man a second time and this time when he transformed his clothes had nothing to grip. Now there was just a pile of clothes on the dirty ground but there was something moving around inside. The head of a rat poked out of the neck collar as Hunter approached. She stamped down and with a crunch the phones screen was shattered under her boot. Red energy began leaking from it as if trying to escape. Hunter picked up the damaged phone and crushed it with her super human grip. With the phone destroyed the red energy materialised in the form of a small red slug like creature.
This creature was what Hunter was really after. She picked it up by the head as it tried in vain to free itself. Suddenly there was a sharp pain at her ankle as a rat bit into her as hard as it could. It took Hunter off guard and the red slug suddenly whipped out of her hand and shot along the ground at incredible speed.
“You pest!” Hunter kicked the rat away and ran in pursuit of the slug creature but it had already found its way into a small hole. She'd never catch it now, not until it had found a new vessel anyway. She was frustrated it had escaped but it wasn't all bad because now the hunt continued.
“It would have been a shame if this hunt had ended so early.” She walked away leaving the rat to enjoy its new life as a city rodent.<<endif>><<set $prologue =1>>
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<<set $Day1a =1>>[[Characters]]
[[App Update Log]]
[[Walkthrough]]<div id="banner">[img[imagebanner/chabanner.png]]</div>
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[img[img/DesKyoko.png]]
[img[img/DesCass.png]]
[img[img/DesClark.png]]
[img[img/DesJacob.png]]
[img[img/DesChloe.png]]
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[img[img/DesKerry.png]]
[img[img/DesSally.png]]
[img[img/DesYamato.png]]<<endif>>
<<if $MetFreya is "yes">>[img[img/DesFreya.png]]<<endif>>
<<if $MetHank is "yes">>[img[img/DesHank.png]]<<endif>>
<<if $MetChaos is "yes">>[img[img/DesCasey.png]]
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[img[img/DesDianna.png]]<<endif>>
<<if $MetJer is "yes">>[img[img/DesJeremy.png]]<<endif>>
<<if $MetDani is "yes">>[img[img/DesDanielle.png]]<<endif>>Update 1.0! Reborn is an advanced bio-manipulation application capable of altering a person’s appearance into anything they desire. Available in the base version are the copy, swap and modify features.
Update 2.0! Copy feature can now copy clothing as well so you can match your outfits! Having problems making your targets pose for the camera? Fear not, the all new Poser feature will fix that!'
Update 3.0! Ever looked at two strangers and wondered what their children would look like? Wonder no more! With the new Bio-Merge expansion to the copy feature you can now select two people and create an image constructed from them both! Also in this update is the new Personality feature. Have you created the perfect image but are having problems with what’s on the inside? Now with the Personality feature you can fix that!
Update 4.0! You've transformed one person, now you can transform them all with this newest update. All features can now target multiple people at once. This allows you to use the power of the app on crowds of people at once! Also include is the memory alteration feature! Copy people's memories, erase their old ones or even give them fake ones! Make them believe whatever you want them to with this easy to use function.
Update 5.0! Found the new you but having trouble convincing others to accept it? Worry not; with this final update you can make your new image inherit your life. All images and memories of you will be changed to reflect the new you. Note this will affect everyone whose image has been altered. You may select whose memories remain unaltered. If you don’t select yourself you will also be affected.
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The walkthrough, as you can imagine, contains spoilers. Use at your own discretion. Skipping may cause errors due to absence of story flags. <<return>>.
<<click "Week 2 Walkthrough">><<replace "#imagoZ">>[img[Week 2 Chart.png]]<</replace>><</click>>
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Week 3 endings mean the story will continue in week 3. This content has yet to be released.<center><div id="menuimg1"><<if $sideimg is "Joe1">>[img[img/Joe1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Hana1">>[img[img/Hana1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Chloe1">>[img[img/Chloe1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Angela2">>[img[img/Angela2.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Clark1">>[img[img/Clark1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Cece1">>[img[img/Cece1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Kerry1">>[img[img/Kerry1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Francis1">>[img[img/Francis1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "JoeGirl1">>[img[img/JoeGirl1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Sally1">>[img[img/PotSally.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Alexis1">>[img[img/Alexis1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "JoeAlt1">>[img[img/JoeAlt1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Freya1">>[img[img/Freya1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Stacy1">>[img[img/Stacy1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Dianna1">>[img[img/Dianna1.png]]<<endif>><<if $sideimg is "Syvina1">>[img[img/Syv1.png]]<<endif>>
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<div id="speakMC">“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”</div>
<div id="speakAng">“Then you should have gone to bed earlier. Maybe if your grades were better I’d afford you the benefit of the doubt but your repeated tardiness is becoming a distraction. No wonder you are in detention so often.”</div>
That statement unfortunately included this afternoon. Sympathy wasn’t something I, a below average student, ever received.
<div id="speakAng">“If you feel yourself falling asleep I’d advise you to jab yourself with a pen to stay awake, it’ll hurt less than the alternative.”</div>
I heard a few people giggle at her sarcasm although I’m sure if it was legal to run voltage through my chair she'd shock me everytime I dozed off. Despite her strictness she was still ranked as the hottest teacher in school by the boys in my year group. As she returned to the front of the room I admired her long legs clad in opaque tights that had assisted her in achieving that rank. I doubted I was the only one admiring her body right now.
Class droned on but the close encounter from before had given me the wakeup call I needed to stay somewhat focused. I took down notes that I’d probably never revise and just watched the seconds slowly tick by until finally the bell of freedom sounded.
<div id="choice">[[Next|LunchPart1]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1schoolcard.png">
<div id="speakMC">“No Ms, I was just listening with my head down.”</div>
I prayed that would fly. It didn’t.
<div id="speakAng">“Really? Recite for me what I just said then.” </div>
Shit. I scanned the room for some kind of clue but there was none to be found. I hadn’t been paying any attention so tried to form words using what I think she might have said. When half the class giggled at my answer I knew I was wrong.
<div id="speakAng">“Joe… See me after class.”</div>
Ms Angela marched back up to the front of the room. That could have gone better. At least I was able to admire Ms Angela’s sleek legs as she returned to the front of the class or rather I’d have liked too.
<div id="speakYumi">“Joe!”</div>
Yumi hissed again spotting what I was doing. It didn’t take a detective to figure out where my eyes had been focused so I quickly lowered my gaze and began scribbling down notes hoping that by actually learning something I might be forgiven.
The bell finally chimed and while my classmates were free to leave I remained imprisoned in this classroom.
<div id="speakAng">“Joe."</div>
Ms Angela spoke approaching my desk.
<div id="speakAng">“I’m sure you’ve figured out that I’m getting irritated with your poor behaviour. Even you are bright enough to figure that out.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well I do…”</div>
A sharp hand signal cut me off.
<div id="speakAng">“I’d rather you didn’t give me an excuse to punish you further. I’m tempted to give you a detention, but the fact you already have one today sways me to show some mercy. Don’t expect me to be so kind next time.”</div>
Just a stern warning? I guess I should be happy that’s all I’m getting.
<div id="choice">[[Next|LunchPart1]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1schoolcard.png">
Free from the English class of perpetual boredom I joined the human traffic jam that occurred every time the classes were let out for lunch. Those caught in this human wave motion had no control over where they ended up.
I moved with the crowd and upon entering the canteen immediately went on the hunt for a free table only to discover those no longer existed. Luckily one of the occupied tables had been claimed by my friends. Seeing a free seat I waded through the crowd to try and claim my throne, but from nowhere a small girl slipped out from a cluster of tall heads and stole my seat. To make matters worse my good friend Dave@@.imgpop.dave;(!)@@ had seen it.
Dave smirked as he stroked the low windowsill next to him that I would now be forced to sit on. There was no helping it, I slid through and sat down on the edge of the windowsill next to my three friends; Dave, Mei and Yumi plus the pint-sized seat thief, Kyoko@@.imgpop.kyoko;(!)@@.
<div id="speakKyo">“I missed you!”</div>
Those word's weren't for me. Kyoko was as usual acting cutesy while getting uncomfortably close to Mei@@.imgpopleft.mei;(!)@@.
<div id="speakMei">“Um could you not hug my arm? I need it to eat.”</div>
Mei was too kind to push her away which was a reason why Kyoko always came back. Kyoko was the only person at this table who wasn’t in my year.
<div id="speakDave">“Ah there is no match in the world for the love between two roses.”</div>
There went Dave again. He sounded like a romantic, but his lines and appearence lacked the Romeo factor resulting in a lot of awkward silences and glares. There was also the matter of him being a known pervert.
Lastly there was Yumi, the girl who had tried and failed to save me from Ms Angela’s wrath.
She was grinning at the commotion the others were making, as Mei tried to protect her lunch from a thieving Kyoko.
<div id="speakKyo">“Pleeease."</div>
Kyoko begged Mei with hungry eyes as Mei stabbed a grape with her fork.
<div id="speakMei">“Fine.”</div>
As always, Mei caved in and a victorious Kyoko made the grape disappear from the fork Mei was still holding. She then put on an act making the grape out to be the single best thing she had ever tasted. Seeing this my empty stomach rumbled, demanding I stop watching and start eating.
<div id="choice">[[Next|LunchPart2]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
<div id="speakChl">“Welcome home.”</div><<set $MetDent = "yes">>
The warm voice of my soon-to-be step-mother, Chloe @@.imgpopright.chloe;(!)@@, called out to me from the kitchen as I stepped through the front door.
Only a year ago the only thing that was there for me when I got home was a cold and empty apartment. Now I was greeted by the smile of the woman who had mended my father’s damaged heart and her daughter Hana @@.imgpopleft.hana;(!)@@ who looked up to me like a real older brother.
<div id="speakMC">“Hi Chloe, my dad not home yet?”</div>
I noticed his car wasn’t parked outside.
<div id="speakChl">“No they needed him to work overtime, he’ll be home this evening.”</div>
I glanced at Chloe as she reached up to take something from one of the shelves. Looking at her from the side the size of her large bosom really stuck out. I kind of felt bad anytime I saw her do housework as I didn’t know how to express my thanks properly. She was an amazing woman and my father was lucky to have her, but I just couldn’t open up to her or her daughter. My parent’s divorce had been messy, my mother wanted a new life free from not just my father but also from me. That put us both under a lot of stress. She wanted a family she could boast about to her sorority, not a husband who worked a mediocre job and a son with poor exam scores and no sporting achievements. She left us taking as much as she could with her. It was the thought of having to go through that again just made me want to hide behind a wall so I wouldn’t have to deal with it when it happened.
<div id="speakHana">“Welcome home bro."</div>
I heard a voice call out as I ascended the stairs. With her hair tied up in cute twintails and a face that was deceptively youthful was my step-sister Hana. Still dressed in her uniform she was making her way down the stairs.
<div id="speakMC">“Yo lunch thief."</div>
I replied with a forced smile. I did try to be friendly, but my uncertainties kept my heart from opening up to them. I was thankful they were around but it was hard to treat them as family, not this soon anyway. I moved aside to let Hana pass but she hesitated.
<div id="speakHana">“Sorry, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”</div>
I wasn’t really that upset. A stolen lunch was the lowest on the list of bad things that had happened to me today.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s alright. Anyway I’ve a lot of homework to do so I’ll catch you later.”</div>
I slid past her and headed for my room. There I dumped the pages of extra homework I had to do on my desk and groaned. This would take me ages to do. I really do hate that woman. Well there was no reason to delay it. I sat down and continued the torture hoping that maybe I would be able to finish up before dinner.
It turned out to be a vein hope as the questions just got harder. Shortly after my dad arrived home Chloe called the family for dinner and I was able to enjoy my life for a while before returning upstairs to continue torturing my brain. Even when I was finally done with Mrs Clark’s torture I still had more homework for another subject. By the time I finished it was night and past 9 o’clock. Pretty much dead I collapsed onto my bed with my phone to check my mail. There was nothing of importance but as I closed the mail app I saw the little red icon of the Reborn app that nearly got me killed today.
<div id="speakMC">“Well since it has caused me so much trouble I might as well see if it’s changed.”</div>
I pressed the icon belonging to the mysterious app. I was expecting it to do nothing as per usual but to my surprise it actually worked.
I sat up curious as I read the info screen for the mysterious Reborn App.
‘Reborn is an advanced bio-manipulation application capable of altering a person’s appearance into anything they desire.’ My heart sank into a pool of disappointment.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh not one of these bloody things.”</div>
I knew now what I had; it was one of those dumb apps that took a person’s face and did all sorts of dumb crap like give them puppy dog eyes or insane hair styles. There were too many girls in the world that had nothing better to do than spamfuck their friends with pictures of them imposed with dogs. I quickly skipped past the rest of the intro in the search for an uninstall button. I pressed it immediately but of course it didn’t work.
‘We detect you have yet to explore the features Reborn offers. We recommend you explore the sample tutorial before continuing. Press Start to start the tutorial.’ There wasn’t even a no option.
<div id="speakMC">“Well if it gets you off my phone any faster.”</div>
I pressed start and the screen changed.
‘Please take a photo of yourself, preferably your face but any body part will do.’
<div id="speakMC">“Okay here’s your photo."</div>
I laughed pulling down my trousers and boxers. I took a photo of my exposed genitals and pulled my trousers back up. If this app was some kind of data harvesting Trojan that was collecting pictures of peoples’ faces then the guy in charge had a surprise coming.
‘Great, now choose from our list of options.’ There was now a picture of my naked crotch on screen with a few options under it. Amusingly the app knew what it had just taken a picture off and was offering me options based on that such as adjust size, remove hair and alter colour but the one that caught my attention simply read ‘reverse’.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright let’s see what this does.”</div>
I pressed reverse and my jaw dropped as the screen reloaded replacing my male genitals with female ones. I nearly threw the phone at the prospect of having such an app on it. Plus it was freaky seeing the space between my legs changed like that.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright enough of that… how do I quit this thing?”</div>
I spotted a small X in the top corner and pressed it.
‘Apply changes before quitting?’
<div id="choice">[[Yes]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[No]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png"><<set $update1 = "yes">>
It didn’t really matter what I pressed so I hit Yes. Immediately I felt it, a fuzzy feeling inside my underwear. My hand immediately went for my crotch but by then the fuzzy feeling had stopped.
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
Something felt off. I pressed my hand between my legs but what I was feeling wasn’t what I should have been feeling. Confused I pulled down my trousers once again and that was when I saw it, or rather didn’t see it.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s gone!”</div>
I exclaimed with both hands now at my crotch searching for something that I have had since birth, something that was no longer there. What I found was something else. I tried to crank my head down to have a look but it was out of sight. I could feel it though so I grabbed my bedside mirror and positioned it between my legs. I saw it, I saw on my body a hole that hadn't been there before.
<div id="speakMC">“What the fuck!”</div>
I stared into the mirror down at what had happened to my body. How could this be? I was a man. I looked at myself in the mirror and confirmed that my face along with the rest of me was still me. The only thing that had changed was my downstairs. Suddenly there was a knock at my door and I grabbed my pants and pulled them up.
<div id="speakMC">“Come in!”</div>
I tried to hide my flustered expression as Chloe poked her head through the door.
<div id="speakChl">“I heard shouting and was worried, are you alright?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Yes, just playing some games.”</div>
Chloe looked at the TV which was clearly turned off.
<div id="speakMC">“On my phone, just some frustrating mobile game!”</div>
I held up my phone and laughed.
<div id="speakChl">“Well okay, but try to keep your voice down okay?”</div>
She gently closed the door again and I felt bad for having worried her. Wait that wasn’t what was important right now. I looked down at my groin again. My mind backtracked to try and figure out how this had happened but it didn’t have to go far. I looked at the phone that was still in my hand and read the message on screen.
‘Change complete, enjoy your new image.’ Is that all it had to say for itself?
<div id="speakMC">“How do I undo this?”</div>
I scrambled for an undo option, quickly finding it and using it to return my body back to normal. I had to know more about this thing, I went back and read through the information page.
‘Reborn is an advanced bio-manipulation application capable of altering a person’s appearance into anything they desire.’ Next.
‘With a range of functions you can reshape your image and the image of those around you. Version 1.0 contains a range of useful features such as image copying, swapping and tool for fine adjustment.’ For the next part the writing suddenly shrunk to a barely readable size.
‘The creators of Reborn app bare no responsibility for the actions of those using it. All users are responsible for the consequences of their own actions.’ A standard legal disclaimer but who even made this thing? There was no mention of a creator anywhere.
<div id="speakMC">“This is weird.”</div>
I was back on the app’s main menu looking at the options. Alter Image, Copy Image, Swap Image and then a locked option that read ‘more features coming soon.’ More features? As if this thing wasn’t weird enough already. I looked down at the options. This app had already done the impossible once but, now I wanted to know just how much could it do.
<div id="choice">[[I'll test it tomorrow]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I'll test it now|I have to know]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/futurecard.png">
Why would I want this thing saving weird photos to my phone? I pressed no. I quit the pointless tutorial and uninstalled it. Well that was that. The next day I went back to school, and the next, and the next.
My school life continued on like that until the end of the year where I somehow managed to graduate by barely passing my finals. University wasn't on the list for me so I got a job and followed in my father's footsteps as a regular Joe living a regular life, unaware of just how one basic decision could have changed my life.
~ End - Ordinary Life~
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It was getting pretty late. Going outside at this time would worry Chloe and my dad. I’d rather not use some mysterious app on my family so closed it and put my phone away. I let out a yawn and looked at the clock. It wasn’t too early to hit the hay plus I could use some rest after what I’ve been through today.
<div id ="choice">[[Next Day|Day 2 Start]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
I needed to know just what this thing could do. The easiest feature to use sounded like it would be the copy function so I opened it and was greeted by a short explanation of how it worked.
‘The copy feature works by capturing the image of another person. Simply use the phone camera to capture their image then apply it to yourself. Images can be taken from any angle, but their whole body must be in frame.’ Point and click. That sounds simple so I’ll go with that. I crept out of my room and followed the sound of the TV to the living room. I couldn’t have hoped for better. Chloe was sitting watching a documentary about wolves and Hana was stroking our pet cat. Both had their backs to me so I raised my phone and choose a target.
<div id="choice">[[Choose Chloe]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Choose Hana]]</div>Day 2 Content not available in this version<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
<<set $day1tf ="yes">><<set $chloecopy = "yes">>I took aim at Chloe and pressed copy. ‘Copy Success’ appeared on screen and the apply button became active. I’d be a fool to try this out here so I returned to my room.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay time to see what this thing can do.”</div>
<div id="greenchoice">[[I took a deep breath and pressed apply.]]</div>
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I took aim at Hana and pressed copy. ‘Copy Success’ appeared on screen and the apply button became active. I’d be a fool to try this out here so I returned to my room.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay time to see what this thing can do.”</div>
<div id="greenchoice">[[I took a deep breath then pressed apply]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
<<set $day1sx = "yes">>Just how similar to her was I now? I sat down on my bed and spread my legs. With the mirror in hand I could see what my breasts were <<click "hiding from me.">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/MaSceneChloe.png]]<</replace>><</click>><div id="imago"></div>
<div id="speakChl">“It looks so different."</div>
Chloe’s entrance wasn't like the one I had before. Maybe it was something to do with age or possibly even experience. I mean Hana had come out of this thing right? It was kind of surreal, even though this body was just a copy it was still identical to hers in every way including the faded stretch marks that were the symbol that life had once been created here. I wanted to see even more, with my other hand I spread her labia and gazed at the pink flesh inside. I was touching her, I was touching the pussy me and Chloe now shared. My thirst for discovery was far from quenched. I poked my index finger against her, against my, soft insides and slowly inserted myself deeper. I could feel it, I could feel my finger inside me and I could also feel my moist walls fold around my digit. Another finger was welcomed inside and began to stir around. Holy shit it felt weird and amazing at the same time. This may have been the first time for me but this body knew the feeling of having something inside it and was almost guiding me through muscle memory. I let go of the mirror so I could have a free hand to grab my breasts that were crying for attention. I kneaded my hardened nipples between my fingers as I continue to stir around my insides. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. Even my male mind couldn’t keep down my moans and I had to sink my teeth into my blanket to silence them. I felt something building inside me and the internet had educated me well to what it was.
<div id="speakChl">“Mmmphfff!”</div>
I cried through the blanket as I hit my orgasm. In that moment I felt my entire body clench up as a tidal wave of pleasure hit. My body slumped as I recovered from what I had just felt. This morning I thought I was the unluckiest boy alive but right now, I was certain I was the luckiest.
<div id="choice">[[Time for bed]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
I stopped and shook my head. I may be the one standing here but it still didn’t make it my body. If I went any further I’d probably never been able to look Chloe in the eye again.
<div id="choice">[[Time for bed]]</div><<set $HanaD1ma = "no">><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
It was getting a bit too weird being someone else, especially someone I knew. There was just some uneasy about having such a delicate body when all my life I’ve been the tall guy who towers above the crowd.
<div id="choice">[[Time for bed]]</div><<set $HanaD1ma = "yes">><<set $day1sx = "yes">><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
What other cute poses could I make in this body? I could see everything, including the now empty space that my penis had previously occupied. I couldn't see what had replaced it though. I slowly spread my legs again and gazed at something yet to be seen by the eyes of man. I moved the hand mirror a little closer for a better view. I had expected Hana’s puss to be like the one I had seen on myself not long ago, but they were nothing alike.
For starters there wasn’t a strand of pubic hair, a testament to how late puberty was coming for her. Her skin was a lighter shade by comparison and, like the rest of Hana’s body, just looked so delicate like a flower that should never be touched. That didn’t stop me. If you asked if it was because I was curious about Hana or curious about myself I wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. I touched the <<click "delicate flower">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/MaSceneHana.png]]<</replace>><</click>> and spread the petals to gaze at the pink bud inside. With curiosity in full control I touched my clit and what I felt couldn’t compare to any other part of the body.
<div id="imago"></div>
<div id="speakHana">“Oh my god.”</div>
Once I had my first taste of a girl’s pleasure there was no stopping me. I leaned back and allowed my hands full access to my new sex. I slid a digit inside and felt my tight walls grip around me.
<div id="speakHana">“It’s so warm.”</div>
I whispered as I looked into the mirror. I began sliding my finger in and out gently to stimulate my moistening pussy. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe that only one half of earth’s populace were allowed to experience this. I resisted my bodies desire to gently moan as I increased the motion of my finger. Meanwhile my other hand found its way back to my clit. The knowledge I had gained from the internet was reciting itself in my head and I pinched my clit between my fingers. That was too much. The wave of pleasure I felt in that moment was overpowering and was something I was unprepared for. I let out a cry as experienced my female orgasm.
<div id="speakHana">“Incredible.”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Time for bed]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png">
<<if $day1sx is "yes">>I recomposed myself and brought my head back down to earth. <<endif>>I reached for my phone and opened up the app. I hoped there was an undo button because if the only way for me to turn back to normal was to copy my own body then I was fucked. Fortunately in the copy section a new button had appeared.
‘Return to previous image.’
<div id="greenchoice">[[I pressed it]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png"><<set $sideimg = "Hana1">>
My vision blurred and my entire body became fuzzy for a moment. I was completely paralysed as it happened, but it lasted only a moment and the fuzziness was replaced by a feeling of bareness as cold air brushed against my skin. My trousers must have fell down as my waist had become too thin to hold them up. My point of view had also shrunk by close to two foot so everything seemed a little bigger than before. Hana was no child, but because of how petite she was there were often times she was confused with one. The gap in our height was deceptive of the small gap in our age. Going from a boy of above average height to a girl of below average height was dizzying.
<div id="speakHana">“Did it work?”</div>
My voice had changed. I grabbed the mirror and looked at my reflection. It was Hana. Hana's soft face was right in front of me and I reached out and tried to touch it. I couldn't believe this was now me. I had become Hana. I redirected my hand to my cheek and gave it a soft squeeze. It wasn't a dream.
<div id="speakMC">“Wow this is weird."</div>
I made the mistake of looking down at my now <<click "naked body.">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/NewHanaNu.png]]<</replace>><</click>>
<div id="imago"></div>
My trousers hadn't fallen down, they had ceased to exist. As opposed to the melons her mother had attached to her chest, Hana’s cup size was far more modest. I had once overhead Chloe assuring Hana that she still had plenty of time to grow. As little as there was, I still had to know just what a girl’s breasts felt like. I slid my hand up and gave my chest a gentle squeeze.
<div id="speakHana">“So soft.”</div>
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. When I first met Hana I thought she was a few years younger than she actually was because of her height. As much as she complained about having a small body, it did aid her performance as a top gymnast. There was a shelf in her room filled with medals and trophies and she even competed internationally occasionally. I’d once seen her at a competition and envied how much flexibility she had in her body. An idea suddenly came to mind. I lay down on the floor and stretched my legs apart slowly. The gap between my thighs grew greater and I leant forward so my chest could touch the floor until my body was in a perfect T shape. There was no way I’d ever be able to put my body in a shape like this as a guy. Being Hana gave me flexibility I never had before.
<div id="speakHana">“This really is her body.”</div>
I returned to a more normal position and looked at myself in the mirror again. Seeing a cute girl wearing nothing had a strong appeal to it. I could barely believe that right now that was me. It was kind of making me excited, and in response I felt something between my legs tingle.
<div id="choice">[[Enough for tonight, I know the app is legit]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I can't waste this opportunity]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png"><<set $sideimg = "Joe1">>
I felt my body go fuzzy again as I lost my copied female body and returned to normal. I was back to being me again. My clothes had also reappeared in the same fashion they had been before. I still couldn’t really believe it. Being able to copy someone’s body and move around in it like it was your own? It felt like an invasion of piracy, but also felt rather empowering. My test had been a definite success. I didn’t know how but the app worked and with that knowledge I was actually beginning to look forward to tomorrow.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|Day 2 Start]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1homecard.png"><<set $sideimg = "Chloe1">>
My vision blurred and my entire body became fuzzy for a moment. I was completely paralysed as it happened but it lasted only a moment and the fuzziness was replaced by bareness. I looked down to see where my clothes had gone but instantly forgot about them when I saw what my body had become. Two large mounds of flesh obscured my vision so I looked at myself in the mirror and looking back at <<click "me">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/ChloeBody.png]]<</replace>><</click>> was Chloe's naked body.
<div id="imago"></div>
<div id="speakChl">“It worked."</div>
I spoke with my step-mother’s voice. Her large breasts, her long hair, her wide hips, I had them all. I had become her. I grabbed the mirror from my bed and looked at not at my own face but hers. It had really worked. My body had been completely changed into Chloe’s. I suddenly found myself seeing tiny details about Chloe that I had never noticed before. I ran a hand up her arm feeling her fine hairs and the different muscle structure. I had never gotten this close to her so I couldn’t know for sure that this was her body but I had a strong feeling it was. The size and weight of my chest felt cumbersome, I only had these melons for a minute they were already causing me some trouble. I used my hands to support their weight and unable to resist the temptation jiggled them a little.
<div id="speakChl">“If my top half is like this…”</div>
My hands moved towards but I hestiated, should I really be treating this body like it's my own?
<div id="choice">[[I should fully explore my new body]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Going any further would be wrong]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Day1schoolcard.png">
<<set $MetGroup = "yes">>
The line for hot food was a mile long so I, like everyone else at mu table, had brought food from home. I opened my bag to search for the box that should have contained my lunch, but instead I found a note written on floral pink paper.
‘Dear Bro, I’m sorry about your lunch but I was in a hurry. Love, your adorable little sister, Hana.’
That little thief.
<div id="speakYumi">“Something the matter?”</div>
I heard Yumi ask me. Yumi was a shining example of a girl’s ability to multitask. In one hand she had a soda can and in her other her phone all the while talking to me.
<div id="speakMC">“A little mouse got into my bag and stole my lunch.”</div>
I sighed and looked at the food line. The line was long and the food questionable, but at least it would be more than air.
<div id="speakMC">“I must embark on a long journey, I know not when I’ll return so don’t wait for me."</div>
I declared as I stood up. The line had reached the stage it was unlikely to grow any longer. I cursed my little sister for stealing my food as I stood behind a boy who had yet to discover the existence of deodorant. The line moved as the minutes passed by. Slowly but surely I was getting closer to the food counter. Then to the annoyance of everyone in the line, progress suddenly stopped.
<div id="speakCas">“Hold on, I know it’s here somewhere.”</div>
Standing at the till fishing through the contents of her purse was a girl with flowing blonde hair. I knew who she was, every boy in school did. Her name was Cassidy@@.imgpop.cassidy;(!)@@ and she topped the good looks department with a curvy supermodel body and hair that looked like it was fresh from the saloon. Her personality however left a lot to be desired.
“Seventeen… Eighteen… Nineteen…”
Someone behind me was counting up. I smiled because I knew exactly what she was counting.
“Hey Cass let me pay.”
Yup. It was Cassidy’s ‘Let me find my money’ routine gave any member of her harem the chance to step in and earn some Cassidy points by paying for her.
“Twenty seconds, they must be slack today."
The girls behind me mocked the boys who always fell for her routine. Why pay for anything yourself when you can just bat an eyelid and get someone else to pay for it? Half the girls envied her and the other half hated her. With Cassidy out of the way the line resumed moving and eventually I reached the Promised Land. Sadly there was little left and the only thing I dared eat was the fries. By the time I got my food, paid and returned to the table the canteen was beginning to empty. Mei had already fled and naturally Kyoko went with her. Dave was also absent so Yumi was the only one still seated with her eyes still glued to her game.
<div id="speakMC">“I have return with great treasure.”</div>
I proclaimed upon my return. At least now I had an actual seat.
<div id="choice">[[Next|LunchPart3]]</div>
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<div id="speakYumi">“Was it bad?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Horrible. When I stand in that line I question whether or not I’d prefer to go back to mankind’s hunter-gatherer times.”</div>
I applied sauce to my fries to give them at least some taste. Yumi laughed a little. Since we were alone I could ask Yumi about something odd that had happened this morning.
<div id="speakMC">“Yumi can you take a look at my phone? There is this weird bugged app on it that does nothing and won’t go away.”</div>
Yumi was good with technology, espically smartphone apps.
<div id="speakYumi">“Bugged? How so?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“When I click on its icon nothing happens. I also can’t uninstall it using my phone’s uninstaller.”</div>
<div id="speakYumi">“Odd, what’s it called.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“The Reborn App.”</div>
The Reborn App had just appeared on my phone over the weekend. I don't recall doing anything to make it appear, it was just suddenly there.
<div id="speakYumi">“Never heard of it. Well come round mine later and I’ll get rid of it for you.”</div>
That was a kind offer but unfortunately I had detention which meant I had to turn her down. Soon after eating, the bell to signal the end of lunch chimed and I hoped that my day would start to improve. I had a slug of classes to get through, then there was detention.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Day1Detention]]</div>
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A pleasant dream I’d been having faded away as the sound of my alarm interrupted the fantasy I’d been living. In my dream I’d discovered a powerful smartphone app on my phone that allowed me to alter myself and those around me. I could control people, change their bodies or alter memories. It had been a great dream. As I woke up there was a moment of sadness. The Reborn App wasn’t real, how could it be? The memories didn’t feel like a dream though, but I’d felt that feeling before. It was that painful moment where you realised all those amazing things that happened to you were just a fantasy your subconscious thought up to entertain itself while you slept. Another moment passed then I realised that maybe it wasn’t a dream. Unlike in a dream the memories of the Reborn app weren’t rapidly fading away. Feeling hope I scrolled across on my phone, and a huge wave of relief hit when I saw it there. The Reborn App was real. It app icon was still presented on my phone waiting to be used.
Last week had been life-changing for me. I’d discovered a power I didn’t think could possibly exist and it had shown me experiences I never dreamed of experiencing. Yet despite all the power this app had, despite the fact I could have completely changed my life, here I was getting up for school on a Monday morning. I wouldn’t call the past week wasted. I didn’t really know what I was dealing with when I first obtained the Reborn app. Now though, after five consecutive days of updates, followed by two days of testing, I knew the full extent of the app’s power. I was a little disappointed that there weren’t any updates this morning. I’d have liked to have some new powers to experiment with.
<div id="speakMC">“I guess when it said final update, it meant final update.”</div>
I rolled out of bed and stretched my arms. Time to get dressed. I reached not for my uniform but for my phone. A few taps on the Reborn app later and my school uniform had appeared on my body. My uniform was spotless, and my body smelled of shampoo and body wash. To save time in the morning I’d created a save of myself wearing my uniform and fresh from the shower. Some people’s morning routine took them an hour to complete. Thanks to the Reborn app mine took me less than a minute. For sheer convenience alone I wouldn’t mind having the Reborn app the rest of my life. I knew that this thing was capable so much more though. I took a moment to stop and think to myself about what my plans were. With this app I could change the world, or just make my own life better at every turn. Was I destined for greatness, or was I just happy living an ordinary life with extraordinary power?
<div id="choice">[[I’ll live an ordinary life full of extraordinary fun]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonHome.png">
I’d never asked for this power, nor was I given it under the pretence I’d do something with it. Some people would be happy to quote to me ‘With great power, comes great responsibility’, but I had no interest in listening. I headed off to school that morning planning on just enriching my life without disturbing the flow of it.
My timetable used a two week schedule, meaning I had a different schedule this week than last. My first class was with the lovely Ms Angela who wasn’t afraid to start the week off with a surprise test.
<div id="speakAngela">“I just want to see who has actually been paying attention."</div>
I felt that there was some malice in that aimed at me. Last week I’d barely paid any attention in her class. She’d scolded me and was probably testing to see if I’d actually taken her warning on board. Honestly I’d completely forgotten about it. Test papers were handed around the class and I instantly knew I was doomed. Who knew that English was so complicated? I glanced up and saw Ms Angela watching me, possibly taking joy in my reaction. A fun idea came to mind. It was clear she expected me to fail, so what would her face look like when I passed with flying colours.
<div id="speakAngela">“Everyone you may now start.”</div>
All heads were down as the class all focused on the pages in front of them. Nobody noticed me carefully using my phone beneath the desk to target Ms Angela with the Reborn app. I copied from her the knowledge she’d used to write this test, and gave it to myself. I was skilled enough with the app now to only take the precise knowledge I wanted. In a moment I had gone from knowing nothing, to knowing everything. With the answers now in my head I easily answered the normally difficult questions. I had time to spare at the end to sit back and enjoy the atmosphere as my fellow students struggled around me. I had to say it felt good not being a failure. It was a short 20-minute test. We handed back our test sheets, and to our surprise Ms Angela managed to get the results handed back before the end of the class. My page was returned to me with a nice 100% written across the top.
“How’d you do it?”
I was asked by the boy sitting in front of me. He must have noticed my score. I felt that comment was implying that I had cheated. Did nobody in this room have any trust in me?
<div id="speakMC">“It’s English. I speak the language everyday so of course I’d pass.”</div>
My lame excuse just irritated him. He dropped the issue though which was what I wanted. Ms Angela didn’t let go so easily.
<div id="speakAngela">“Joe, see me after class."</div>
When the time came she waited until everyone else had left the room before speaking to me.
<div id="speakAngela">“If you are going to cheat I suggest you don’t make it so obvious. I’d have accepted you getting 70% maybe 80%, but not 100%.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Is it so unbelievable that I studied for once?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Yes Joe it is. Now tell me how you did it. Nobody else got a score that high so I can rule you copying your neighbours.”</div>
What an annoying situation I’d found myself in.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright you caught me. I used this really cool phone app I found last week. Let me show you.”</div>
Using that excuse I took out my phone and targeted her. So many options, but through my experience I’d learned the easiest solution to this problem was to simply order her to stop. I locked onto to her with the poser and gave her a command.
<div id="speakMC">“Ms Angela, you will cut me some slack and accept the fact that once in a blue moon I can produce decent results.”</div>
Easy. I put away my phone again.
<div id="speakAngela">“I guess even you get lucky sometimes.”</div>
Her attitude had completely changed.
<div id="speakAngela">“As the saying goes, give a test to enough monkeys and one of them will get it 100% right.”</div>
Was she referring to me as a monkey, or the entire class?
<div id="speakAngela">“My apologies, you can leave now.”</div>
Freedom. I left the classroom with a smile on my face.
Normally I spent morning break hanging out with Dave. Unfortunately, Dave had eaten some bad meat yesterday so was absent. Instead I found myself drifting towards some of the people I less commonly spoke with. A group of boys from my year had gathered in the playground and we discussing something. As I approached they called out to me.
“Hey Joe, you in?”
They asked me suddenly.
<div id="speakMC">“In for what?"</div>
Seems they had been discussing a planned group activity.
“Soccer Football tournament. We finally got it organised.”
The football tournament had been in discussion for a few weeks now. The idea was simple, find as many people within our year that were interested as possible and have them form teams to play in a mini-tournament. It had been on the drawing board for so long that I’d forgotten about it.
“We finally got permission from the school to use the sports fields afterschool. We just need to figure out whose interested.”
The idea wasn’t that appealing to me for one simple reason, it would be a massacre. The school’s resident soccer star, Jacob, would obviously be playing and his team would steamroll the competition. He probably already knew who would be on his team as well so it wasn’t like I had a chance of being on that winning team.
“So how about it? Can we put your name down?”
They asked me again.
<div id="choice">[[Count me in]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Count me out]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonSchool.png">
<div id="speakMC">“Count me in.”</div>
I knew nobody wanted me on their team. They were just trying to get more numbers to make it interesting. Once again I was found myself in a situation where nobody expected much from me, and for that reason I couldn’t wait to prove them wrong.
“Okay with Joe we now have 34 people. We need just 1 more person and we can have 7 teams of 5.”
It seemed like they planned to do a five-aside tournament. With less people on my team I could stand out more.
“Anyone you think might want to compete Joe? We’ve already asked most people and we need to hand the list into Mr Hopper at lunch.”
<div id="speakMC">“Nope sorry.”</div>
If they had to get the list done by lunch then Dave was automatically out of the question due to his absence. I’m sure they’d figure it out.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey!”</div>
Suddenly we heard a group of girls call out to us. Our entire group turned our heads to see a group of five girls with Stacy Jane@@.imgpopright.stacy;(!)@@ leading them.
<div id="speakStacy">“Why weren’t we invited to join in?”</div>
“Because you’re a girl. Girls don’t play football,” the boys replied.
“Yeah. Go read fashion magazines and gossip about cute guys.”
I saw restrained irritation flicker across Stacy’s face. She was pissed, but she was holding it in.
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh? Sounds like you’re all scared we’ll kick you and your Y chromosome asses.”</div>
She was provoking them.
<div id="speakJac">“Hey why not let them join?”</div>
A new voice entered the fray. We turned and saw Jacob approaching us.
<div id="speakJac">“But, if you really think you stand a chance, then why not make things a little interesting with a friendly bet.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Name it.”</div>
<div id="speakJac">“The loser of each game has to surrender their underwear to the winner.”</div>
Nobody was expecting that.
<div id="speakStacy">“Is that all? Alright you’re on.”</div>
There was a lot of confusion from both sides following that. Stacy’s crew were questioning the sanity of their leader, while Jacob had a lot of guys both applauding him and complaining about Stacy being allowed to play. Stacy was known to be impulsive. Jacob had played off that, expecting her to accept without thinking.
Mixed opinions were aplenty, but ultimately Stacy and her all-girl team were put on the sign-up sheet. By lunch the teams had been confirmed, and tomorrow the tournament was due to start. During lunch everyone taking part met up and sorted out the teams. Unsurprisingly, Jacob ended up with an all-star line-up. The rest of us did our best to group ourselves with a good team, but I ultimately was apart of the group nobody wanted. Fortunately, there were exactly five us in that group so with that our team was sorted. Lewis, Xander, Adam and Ethan, those were the names of my teammates. I’d spoken to some of them more than others, but I was on friendly terms with all of them at least.
“Well we’re fucked."
Xander declared.
“Yup. Well maybe we can use the fact everyone expects us to suck to our advantage.”
Lewis added.
It was very clear nobody on this team was under any misconceptions that we might win. Lewis did have a point though, nobody expected us to win, and I for one would definitely make use of that. I looked at my unathletic teammates. They were all in worse shape than me. Using the app on them wasn’t really an option for several reasons, most of them being trust related. However having a such a weak team would really help me stand out. With the app I could take on the other team by myself and secure victory through a performance that would shock everyone.
<div id="speakMC">“I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a lot better than you guys realise.”</div>
Actually, I did mean to brag.
<div id="speakMC">“Just leave everything to me, I’ll secure us an easy first place."</div>
“Yeah right Joe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you kick a ball.”
<div id="speakMC">“Exactly. So you have no idea how good I am. You may doubt me now, but tomorrow I’ll show the entire school who the real number one is.”</div>
“No thanks, we already know and his name is Jacob, not Joe.”
They were all laughing now. It just made me even more determined to show them what I was capable off. Lunch came to an end soon after that. The schedule was set. Tomorrow I’d play my first game. It wasn’t against Jacob or Stacy so would make good for a warm-up match.
I didn’t use the app in any of my afternoon classes, instead I used that time to think about how I’d spend my evening. I had to spend this evening acquiring the skills I needed to dominate my opponents on the pitch tomorrow.
After school I returned home and quickly booted up my computer. I had a lot of information to try and find. I knew that my city was home to the Redrock Crusaders, a team competing in the highest league tier. A quick search revealed the location of their home stadium.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh that’s lucky.”</div>
There was a league match on tonight. Redrock Crusaders against Wochester United. With both being top tier teams, the stadium was sure to be packed. More importantly, it meant there was a lot of talent there tonight. Kick off was at half-seven. That gave me plenty of time to get ready and head out.
I arrived at seven and immediately regretted it. The line to get in was massive. Fans were being fed through a small security checkpoint as people had their bags checked.
<div id="speakMC">“Dam terrorists ruin everything."</div>
Long gone were the days you could just let people into a crowded stadium with just a flash of their ticket. I needed an alternative way in, and preferably one that didn’t require a ticket. I walked around and found duo of large security guards defending the VIP entrance. Using the poser I simply approached, told them to let me in and they did just that. I did the same again a few times in the span of ten minutes until I had myself a private room with a great view of the pitch. Right on time the players began to funnel out of the tunnel and onto the pitch. From the privacy of this nice room I got to work, targeting the star players and transferring across the skills that earned them their eight figure pay checks. I’d also need to improve my own body to be able to make the most of those skills. I took aim at the star striker for the Crusaders and then myself with the Bio-Merge. I fused out images in such a way that I gained his athletic prowess without changing my outward appearance too much. My body changed, but not so much classmates would immediately notice. My body felt flexible, mobile, full of energy. I was ready to crush my opponents. Shame I’d have to wait until tomorrow to do so. Well the VIP room came with a complementary bottle of champagne, might as well enjoy it.
<div id ="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarDay2]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“No thanks.”</div>
I had no interest in their mini-tournament. They were only asking me because they needed numbers.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll give this one a miss.”</div>
“That’s too bad.”
That was all they said before excluding me from their conversation. Since all they were doing was talking about their tournament I left. I walked aimlessly around the school looking for something to do. In my idealness I turned a corner without concern about who might be coming the other way. When I saw her it was already too late to stop. I collided with a bespectaled girl@@.imgpop.abby;(!)@@, or rather I’d collided with the large case she was carrying. She lost her grip and with a heavy thud it hit the floor and flew open. Some of its content bounce out and hit the hard floor.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh sorry.”</div>
I apologised. She wasn’t listening however.
<div id="speakAbby">“No no no!”</div>
She crouched down on the floor and inspected the contents of the black case. Inside I saw a large camera sitting on a bed of foam. It looked expensive, good thing it had all the foam.
<div id="speakAbby">“Please don’t be broken.”</div>
She stuffed everything back into the case and ran off in a hurry. I was left a little curious about what she had been doing with such an expensive piece of equipment. If memory served her name was Abby. I followed her to the school’s media room. She put the case on a table and opened it up again. Piece by piece she inspected everything. As she picked up the main lens I saw her shoulders tense up.
<div id="speakAbby">“Fuck!”</div>
She cried slamming the lens on the table. I couldn’t see it, but her reaction told me that it was probably damaged.
<div id="choice">[[She should have been more careful. Time to leave]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[It was partially my fault. I should offer to help]]</div>
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Tuesday afternoon arrived after probably the most boring day I’d had since obtaining the Reborn App. It almost felt wasted, but I didn’t want to do anything that may cause me to miss out on this. After school I headed to the changing rooms, but before that I had a to give Mr Hopper, the teacher who was overseeing this event, an order.
<div id="speakMC">“Do as I say without asking any questions. Now take my phone and put it in that secure drawer in the gym office. Keep it there until I ask for it back.”</div>
The Reborn app was too valuable to just leave in my bag while I went and played football. Things had been stolen from the changing rooms before. The chance was small, but it existed so I had to safeguard against it. Mr Hopper took my phone and headed to his office to lock it away. Meanwhile I changed into my gym clothes and joined my teammates on the pitch. The tournament set-up was pretty sloppy. Since it was five-aside we had just divided a regular football pitch in two, and since two games were due to be played today, and we only had one supervising teacher, Mr Hopper had decided to have both games played at once next to each other. Naturally that meant one ball might drift onto the other game's pitch and cause confusion. It was also just 20 minutes per half. A small crowd had gathered to watch, and by small I meant five people. Jacob wasn’t due to play today, neither was Stacy’s all-girl team.
“Everyone get into position!”
Mr Hopper ordered all four teams present. He planned on starting both matches at once to make timekeeping easy. This really was a sloppy tournament, hardly worthy of the skills I’d acquired. Worst still I’d been relegated into being the keeper for my team. Well let’s see how long that lasted. The whistle was blown, and the ball was kicked into motion. Immediately I felt those skills I’d picked up kick in. As I watched the ball being kicked around my mind was automatically trying to predict where it would go next and doing so with incredibly accuracy. It was almost like I could see very slightly into the future. My team was very clearly inferior to the other team in terms of skill. The ball very quickly found its way towards me then, with a powerful kick it was delivered straight into my outstretched grasp.
It had felt like a reflex. I conveyed my desire to catch the ball and my body had just did the rest for me. Normally as a keeper it was my job to kick the ball to one of my teammates, but I wasn’t doing that. I dropped the ball and began dribbling forward leaving my net completely open. The guy who had tried to score quickly ran at me and tried to kick the ball away. He failed miserably. Next one of his teammates came at me all the while my own teammates were yelling for me to pass. Both were left frustrated when I kept a hold of the ball and took it past another defender. I locked eyes with the opposing keeper and saw a gap in his defence. I kicked the ball with all my might watched it soar past him into the back of the net. Everyone was left stunned by what they had just seen.
<div id="speakMC">“I told you guys I was good.”</div>
I gloated to my own teammates. I walked back to my goal and waited for the ball to reach me again. After what had happened the other players were very hesitant to let the ball get near me. I had to bait them in by making it look like I was distracted by the other game. Their striker saw a chance to even the score, but he’d just doomed himself when the ball ended up once again in my hands. I dropped it and began dribbling forward. This time they all understood the threat I posed. Four boys came at me at once, but they were all amateurs with almost no co-ordination. One, two, three and four. I got the ball past them all then found myself with another easy shot on goal. With a firm kick I sunk it into the back of the net once again.
“When did you and Jacob swap bodies?”
Xander joked. To be fair it wasn’t that far off from the truth. At half-time they decided to move me out of nets much to the dismay of the other team. I continued to dominate the field, and when it was all said and done the score was overwhelmingly in our favour. 10 – 3. All 3 of their goals had come in the second half when I was out of nets and had decided to show some mercy by letting them have a chance at scoring. Take me out of the picture and my team would be quickly run over. Without question we would have been crushed if I hadn’t boosted myself with the Reborn App.
<div id="speakMC">“Good game everyone."</div>
I called out as the match ended.
“Yeah sure. Joe you fucking destroyed us. Where did you learn to play like that?”
Everyone was curious about where I’d picked up my skills from.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ve just been practicing.”</div>
My ass I had, but I could hardly tell them the truth.
“When and where?”
They weren’t going to let it go.
<div id="speakMC">“With my friends at home. What do you take me for a complete shut in? I’m actually quite the football fan.”</div>
“Oh yeah? Then who is the lead striker for New Southberg?”
Shit. I had no idea.
<div id="speakMC">“Not a clue, I don’t follow crap teams.”</div>
I knew that New Southberg weren’t a top tier team. I continued dodging questions on the way back to the changing room. This was just like with Ms Angela. Nobody believed that I had this hidden potential. I changed back into my uniform, got my phone from Mr Hopper and headed home. As I waited at the bus stop I heard a voice call my name.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey Joe.”</div>
I turned and was surprised to see Stacy standing there.
<div id="speakStacy">“That was a real nice game you played.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You were watching?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Not really.”</div>
In other words yes.
<div id="speakStacy">“I’m impressed, I figured you for a nobody, but you really showed some skill.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Thanks, although nobody seems to believe that it was hard work and skill that I used to win.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Let’s get real Joe, you improved way too quickly, way too fast. Admit it, you’ve been getting coached by someone really talented.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And what if I was?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Look I made a stupid bet, but I never back down. I’ll keep it simple. I need emergency lessons. Emergency lessons from the same person so that what you did to your opponents today doesn’t happen to us tomorrow.”</div>
I see, so she had finally realised her mistake. She was lucky that her match tomorrow wasn’t against Jacob. It would be more accurate to say she was against the B Team i.e. the people who would fill up Jacob’s team if it was full squad, not five aside. Beating them would be an uphill struggle for Stacy, but not impossible. With my help, or rather the help of the Reborn App, she could easily claim victory.
<div id="choice">[[Help out Stacy’s Team]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don’t help out Stacy’s Team]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueSchool.png">
I saw some fun in this.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay you got me. I’ll quickly text him and see if he is available tonight.”</div>
I pulled out my phone and pretended to text the person who had supposedly coached me. In actual fact I was just annoying Dave about his absence. I hit send, waited a minute then pretended I'd recieved a reply.
<div id="speakMC">“Good news, he said yes. He says meet him at Redrock sports centre at half-seven.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Really. You better not be lying. How much does he charge?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Normally its like twenty an hour per person, but I’ll talk him into giving you guys a good discount.”</div>
Had to make it sound convincing. Stacy seemed willing it pay whatever it would cost to win that dumb bet.
<div id="speakStacy">“Can you give me his number?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“He doesn’t like it when people hand out his number without permission. Tell you what, I’ll pass your number onto him and tell him to text you if its okay.”</div>
Stacy gave me her number under the belief I’d be passing it on. The problem I faced was that I couldn’t just do to her what I’d done to myself. I’d use the app to help them improve, but I needed to do it sensibly. Before that I needed to find myself a new body. I’d have to coach Stacy myself, but I doubted she’d take me seriously as Joe. Her assumption that some miracle coach had helped me improve was convenient. The bus soon pulled up and only I got on. Stacy had come to the bus stop solely to ask for my help.
Just like yesterday I left home after having dinner. I headed in the opposite direction since the sports centre was on the opposite side of town to the stadium. I arrived a full forty minutes before I was due to start coaching Stacy. I had a few things to get sorted. First was securing somewhere for me to coach them. I checked in with reception and found out one of the side halls was available. That would have all the room I needed. I booked it under the name ‘Amleto Cuccaro’.
Next I had to figure out what Amleto Cuccaro actually looked like. What did people expert from a football player? Stylish hair, very athletic build and maybe a tattoo or ten. I found what I was searching for on the bodies of several different men at the sports centre. Putting them all together I created an image that fitted what I had envisioned perfectly. Among them was an actual sports coach. Since I didn’t know the first thing about coaching I borrow some of his knowledge of the subject. I spent a bit of time fusing it with my current body to achieve an image that was very different on the outside, but pretty much unchanged on the inside. I’d borrowed my father’s old phone and inserted a pay-as-you-go sim card. Using it I sent Stacy a text letting her know where I was. In the mean time I did some practice exercises in the hall I’d booked to get used to this body.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hello!”</div>
Stacy loudly entered ten minutes early. With her were the four girls I’d seen with her at lunch on Monday.
<div id="speakMC">“Welcome.”</div>
As luck would have it there had been a man with a bit of an Italian accent at the sports centre. I had borrowed his way of speaking by using the personality modifier.
<div id="speakMC">“I am Amleto, you are Stacy?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah. Is Joe here?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Sadly not, he had too much homework he said.”</div>
Stacy seemed happier about that fact. Maybe she didn’t want me hanging around as she got to know 'my friend' Amleto.
The girls were already dressed for practice in shorts and light t-shirts, so we began immediately. I had borrowed some footballs and put them to good use demonstrating a bunch of tricks and manoeuvres. The knowledge I’d borrowed from that actual sports coach helped me sound convincing. Really that was all that mattered. It was the power of the Reborn app, not my advice, that would win them the game tomorrow. Every half an hour we took a short break, and during each of those breaks I used the Reborn app on all the girls present, giving them a little of my knowledge and skill. They saw rapid improvements to their performance as a result. I also boosted their fitness, focusing on giving them more stamina. At the end of the session they felt like they had really improved and were happy to pay me for my services. They left cheerfully, gloating about how surprised everyone would be. Now tomorrow’s match would be a very different story to what the boys were envisioning. After I left I received a text from Stacy to my regular phone thanking me for introducing her to Amleto.
<div id="speakMC">“No problem.”</div>
All that was left now was to turn back to normal and witness the results of the ‘training’ I had given her.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarDay3]]</div>
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There was really no benefit for me in helping her.
<div id="speakMC">“So is it really that hard to believe that I’m naturally talented at anything? Frankly I’m insulted. Perhaps when you are asking someone for help you should choose you words better.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Yes Joe it is hard to believe you are naturally talented. Fine, if you don’t want to help then I’ll go elsewhere.”</div>
Stacy stormed off. She clearly wasn’t happy with how this conversation had gone. She didn’t need to throw unnecessary insults at me though. The bus soon arrived and only I got on. Stacy had seemingly only come here to ask for my help. Maybe if she had asked nicer things might have gone differently. She wasn’t on my team so it wasn’t my problem how well she did tomorrow.
That evening I found myself watching the football on the television with my dad. I had never had much of an interest in football but being good at the game changed that. I could understand aspects I’d never understood before. The 90+ minute boredom spree was now interesting from an analytical point of view. I could understand the importance of player positions, strategies and more. It wasn’t merely a game about people kicking a ball around anymore. After the match finished I headed back to my room and rushed through my homework. While I’d filled my mind with football related knowledge, that didn’t mean there wasn’t room for a certain set of homework related memories I’d borrowed from my teachers that day.
<div id="speakMC">“How did I ever live without you."
I joked. I plugged my phone into the charger as I played some games before bed.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarAlt1]]</div>
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After using the app in practically every class to get me off the hook for not doing my homework, it was time for the next set of games in our mini-tournament. I wasn’t competing, instead I was watching from the side-lines. The set up was the same as yesterday, two games being played at once right next to one another. On one pitch was Jacob’s A-Squad, and on the other pitch Stacy and the girls. The number of spectators who had come out today to watch had gone up. Since Jacob was playing a number of his fangirls had come out to watch, and since Stacy was playing a number of non-competing girls had come out to show support. Most of them probably wished that today it would be Stacy vs Jacob. It was too early for Stacy to have a chance against Jacob. I was glad they hadn’t been matched against one another.
Mr Hopper blew his whistle, and thus the games began. As expected Jacob had scored a goal within the first two minutes of the match, meanwhile Stacy’s game remained dead even for ten minutes. Unfortunately, the goal that broke the tie wasn’t hers. The other team had scored.
I could see the flaws in Stacy’s game. I reached into my pocket for the Reborn app realising I’d have to interfere. Before I could use it Stacy suddenly pulled her team into a huddle. Maybe she’d be able to turn this around with my help. I left the app in my pocket and watched as the match resumed. Her team immediately went on the offensive. The flaws from before were still present, but by playing very aggressively the other team didn’t get a chance to exploit them. Just before half-time Stacy found herself in the perfect position to score and score she did. By the time she had finished celebrating Mr Hopper had called half-time.
All four teams had a quick break, then the matches resumed. Jacob’s team was up five points to nil. That game was pretty much already decided. Even if a rogue satellite fell from the sky and killed Jacob on impact, his team could probably still close this game out. Meanwhile the battle between Stacy and the B-Team was heating up. Stacy’s side was determined to win, and the B Team was determined to not be put out of the tournament by a group of girls. Humiliation and ridicule was what would await them in the changing room if that happened. That determination to not lose was what would cost them the game. Their striker took a shot too early, putting the ball back into the hands of Stacy’s team. They put it to good use, escorting it to the other end of the pitch before sinking it into the back of the B-Team’s net. That would be the last goal to be scored that match. While it was the closest game out of the four that had happened so far, a win was still a win.
Stacy and her team celebrated while the defeated side tried to understand how they had lost. With that match over I could think about the next. Stacy had no hope of beating Jacob in her current state, and her next game would be against him. I’d decided that I’d just have to give her some more lessons. After school I waited for her to text me on either phone asking for help, but she never did. She must believe she could beat Jacob at her current skill level. Maybe she could and I was wrong for doubting her. I guess I’d find out tomorrow.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarDay4]]</div>
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After another long and quite simply boring school day it was time for the next two games. With four teams left in our mini-tournament we’d have both semi-finals played at the same time. I was naturally playing again, but all eyes were on the other match between Stacy and Jacob. Like my first game I started out in nets. This time the other team was fully aware of what I was capable off. My team wanted me in centerfield, but I wanted to be somewhere I could observe the other game from. The whistle blew and both games got underway. The ball quickly found its way past my team and with my eyes on the other game I was too slow to react and allowed the other team to score.
“Wow Joe, did you actually miss that? You sure you want to be in nets?”
My team showed concern at my mistake.
<div id="speakMC">“Nah, just letting them think they have a chance before I crush them."</div>
I kicked the ball out and soon after that the game resumed. This time when the ball came for my net I caught it. Just before I dropped it to start my run on the other team’s goal I heard a cheer from the other pitch. I saw Jacob doing a frontflip to celebrate his goal. It wasn’t looking good for Stacy’s side. I dropped the ball and began dribbling it forward. The team I was against this time were harder to read and more co-ordinated it. They were putting pressure on me and when the time came for me to shoot I struck the post and the ball bounced off. Luckily Lewis was there to intercept it and managed to score a sloppy goal to even the score. Not long after that one of Jacob’s teammates also scored.
<div id="speakMC">“Stacy is getting run over…”</div>
She wasn’t winning this. Soon the score over there 3 – 0. Feeling cocky Jacob’s team slipped up and Stacy managed to snatch a goal using a trick I’d taught them. When half-time arrived the score on both pitches was 3-1. I’d scored 2 more goals for my team, but people had begun to notice why my performance was so sub-par.
“Hey Joe, you need to stop focusing on their match and get your head back into ours.”
My teammates had a point. I couldn’t focus on both games at once... or perhaps I could. As I thought about my options a 3rd one appeared to me. I had to either help out Stacy with the app, focus solely on my game or I could become her, throwing away my chances at winning to ensure hers.
<div id="choice">[[Ignore Stacy|SuperStarE1]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Help Stacy|SuperStarP1]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Become Stacy|SuperStarEx]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2ThurSchool.png">
I was too distracted. My goal was to be the shining star that carried my team to victory. I couldn’t do that while worried about someone else. When the second half begun I’d moved back to centre field. The moment I had the ball I ran with it. One, two, three defenders passed me by before I took aim and fired the ball into the back of the net. With my mind focused solely on this game I was able to run circles around the other team. I’d given them all the pity points I planned to give. When the final whistle blew the score was solid 7-1. Another overwhelming victory. I turned my attention towards the other pitch and saw Jacob doing another over the top victory dance. Stacy looked completely devastated. The result of that game was as clear as the one from mine.
<div id="speakJac">“So when can we collect our winnings?”</div>
Jacob gloated.
<div id="speakStacy">“Shut up. You’ll get them we we’re done changing."</div>
Stacy spat back, angry. Her eyes turned in my direction and glared at me briefly. She and her team then left the pitch. Jacob then turned in my direction.
<div id="speakJac">“See you tomorrow Joe, I’m looking forward to a challenge. Now excuse me, I've winnings to collect.”</div>
He was going to go through with that dumb bet it would seem. Oh well, Stacy had only herself to blame for accepting it.
"Don’t worry about him Joe, you got this.”
My teammates gave me a few words of support.
"Joe against Jacob, this will be good.”
Prior to three days ago nobody would have uttered those words with seriousness. Now, we were a day away from the final match. Nobody would have expected me of all people to be Jacob’s biggest rival. I was feeling pumped when I thought about getting to play him.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarSolo]]</div>
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Stacy was going to lose. There was no doubt about that at this stage. The only hope she had was if I interfered.
<div id="speakMC">“Mr Hopper can you fetch my phone for me?”</div>
I didn’t need to give him a reason. He was under the control of the poser so without questioning it headed inside and retrieved my phone. He handed it to me and I immediately unlocked it. I targeted Jacob’s team and secretly gave them a very simple order.
<div id="speakMC">“You will subconsciously play poorly and allow Stacy to win by a narrow margin.”</div>
With that I locked my phone and handed it back to Mr Hopper for safe keeping. When the second half begun I’d moved back to centre field. The whistle was blown, and the action resumed. My attention was still split between my game and Stacy’s. The other team were now fully aware that I wasn’t paying full attention and quickly used that knowledge to snatch the ball from me. I was about to give pursuit when I heard a cheer from the other side. Stacy was celebrating a sudden goal, and unfortunately soon the team I was against was doing the same. Jacob was scratching his head trying to figure out how he’d allowed himself to slip up.
<div id="speakJac">“C’mon lads we are still ahead.”</div>
He rallied his team unaware his fate was already sealed. There was no point in helping Stacy win then not being there to play her in the final. I focused on my own match and quickly took my team to a 5 – 2 lead. Another cheer from the other pitch signalled Stacy’s team had again scored. Now their match was even with only a few minutes left to go. I was beginning to worry that the vagueness of my command was allowing Jacob to resist his fate. Another goal found its way past me and into my net as I watched Stacy’s game. I’d given myself a lead so I wasn’t in any danger, or so I thought. Seeing their chance my opponents made a desperate last-ditch effort to win. I was caught off-guard and allowed them to score yet another goal. Now they were dangerously close to bringing this game to a tie. I the final minute I just focused on keeping the ball out of their hands. I was attacked from all directions, but even if I did lose the ball I quickly reclaimed it. I heard Jacob appeal for Mr Hopper to end the match. He looked at his watch and shook his head. Jacob wanted to force penalties believing he could beat Stacy there. Sadly for him, right as Mr Hopper was about to blow the final whistle, Stacy took a shot and Jacob’s keeper completely missed it. Mr Hopper blew the final whistle cementing both my victory, and Stacy’s.
<div id="speakStacy">“YESSSS!”</div>
Stacy’s team let loose a loud victory cry. The five of them did a huddled dance as Jacob walked off the pitch looking confused more than anything. To him the impossible had happened. He’d lost to someone who by no means should have beat him.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey where you going Jacob? Aren’t you forgetting something?”</div>
Stacy yelled after him. She moved her hands towards her waist line, making clear gestures towards her underwear. Jacob didn’t reply. He and his team just walked towards the changing room shamefully. Meanwhile my own team had a few words.
“So… since Stacy won, does that mean we get her underwear if we beat her?”
“If? Dude we have Joe, it is in the bag.”
I was happy they had so much faith in me. Very different from how things were at the start of this week.
“Assuming we can count on him.”
A sudden hostile remark came out of nowhere.
“He was watching Stacy the entire time. Joe can we count on you tomorrow?”
<div id="speakMC">“What does that mean?”</div>
I hadn’t expected them to suddenly question my loyalty. Frankly it was rich coming from them. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. Stacy would easily crush them without my help. If I returned myself to how I was at the start of the week she’d walk all over us. When we returned to the changing room there was a heavy silence. Bitter about his defeat Jacob wasn’t in a good mood. He disappeared around the corner, and when he returned he had his boxers in his hand.
“We’re not seriously going through with that? I didn’t bring a spare pair."
One of his teammates complained.
<div id="speakJac">“Well you should have!”</div>
Jacob snapped bitterly. He left the changing room and found Stacy waiting for him.
<div id="speakStacy">“So loser where’s my prize?”</div>
Jacob threw his boxers on the ground at her feet and stormed off.
<div id="speakStacy">"Rude..."</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Looks like your emergency training paid off."</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Yup, but just because you helped us doesn’t mean we are going easy on you.”</div>
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarP2]]</div>
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Friday. Another week had almost passed me by, and while the majority of it was relatively boring, but rest of it had been incredibly fun. Sadly, the app had yet to update. This meant a full week had now passed without any more app updates. I was still hopeful a new update might appear, but it was beginning to seem less and less likely. It wasn’t an issue to dwell on. I got up and did some morning stretches. I’d gotten used to the modifications I’d made to my body on Monday. Getting out of bed in the morning felt a lot easier, so much so I was getting up half an hour early and doing a few laps around the block before breakfast. I felt pumped. It was shame I had a full day of school between now and the final match. After a long and boring day though the time for the final match of our mini-tournament finally came. At the start of this tournament nobody would have wagered that the final match would be me against Jacob. We had quite the turn out with a number of groups coming to watch. I could hear them chatting amongst themselves as we did our warmups.
“Who do you think will win?”
“Jacob obviously!”
“But have you seen Joe? It’s insane. I had no idea he could even dribble, let alone score!”
“He’s good, but he wasn’t against Jacob in those games.”
My ears were burning figuratively speaking. It wasn’t just that everyone was talking about me, it was that everyone was excited. People had come out to see me play and they were all looking forward to seeing how I did.
<div id="speakJac">“Hey Joe, I’m not going to go easy on you. I expect the same from you."</div>
Jacob called out to me.
<div id="speakMC">“I left my kiddie gloves at home.”</div>
I replied, feeling that some trash talk would liven things up.
The warmup session soon ended. All ten players got into position and then Mr Hopper blew the whistle. Jacob was the first to get the ball and he immediately tried to take it past me. I wasn’t going to let him have his way. His fancy footwork might work on other people, but it wouldn’t work on me. I snatched the ball out from under him then made a run on the net. His teammates quickly closed in to stop me. These were the boys Jacob considered worthy to be on his team. They weren’t pushovers like my previous opponents. Their skills fell short taking back the ball, but they held me back long enough for Jacob to catch up and with a clean tackle he reclaimed the ball. It was in that moment I realised there was one strategy I hadn’t accounted for. As Jacob ran down the pitch with the ball, I was blocked by his teammates. They stood in my path and moved where I moved. I hadn’t been expecting this kind of tactic, and as a result Jacob found a clean shot to score.
“Goal!”
I heard the crowd cheer. Dammit. I wasn’t intending to give Jacob even a single point this game.
<div id="speakMC">“That was dirty."</div>
I lightly complained, venting my frustration.
<div id="speakJac">“It’s a team game Joe. I’m just using my teammates better than what you are."</div>
Jacob rebuked. What a smartass. I’ll show him. When the game resumed I very quickly secured the ball. This time I went straight for the goal without any of the fancy footwork. I saw Jacob’s team coming at me again. Events were about to repeat themselves, so I just blasted the ball with all my might. Nobody expected me to try and shoot that early. My shot brushed the keeper’s fingertips as it sunk into the back of the net.
“Goal!”
I heard the crowd cheer again. That had worked this time, but the surprise was gone. It wouldn't work again. For the remainder of the first half it remained a back and fourth game. I was basically playing alone against five, and that put a lot of pressure on me. If Jacob’s team got the ball then there was very little I could do. My team weren’t of any use against such superior players. If I presented a threat to anyone on Jacob’s team then they passed the ball away. I had to do a lot of running to keep the pressure up. Jacob’s strategy worked wonders and secured him another goal before half-time. When the whistle blew I collapsed on the side-lines completely exhausted. I was losing, and I was out of juice. Jacob had put serious thought into beating me.
“I guess Jacob is just too good."
My teammates commented.
“Yeah, we never had a chance. Well we did good to get this far.”
I clenched my fist and slammed it against the grass. I wasn’t done. I still had five minutes of this break left.
<div id="speakMC">“Mr Hopper can you fetch my phone for me?”</div>
I called on my trump card. I didn’t need to give him a reason. He was under the control of the poser so without questioning it headed inside and retrieved my phone. He handed it to me and I immediately unlocked it. The first thing I did was rejuvenate myself. Fatigue and exhaustion left my body as I felt as fresh as I had this morning. My next problem was Jacob’s teammates. They were running too much interference. I did to them the opposite of what I’d done to myself. I crippled their endurance ensuring that they wouldn’t be a problem much longer. I left Jacob alone, it would be no fun if I took him out of the competition.
“Is everyone ready to resume?”
Mr Hooper asked us. I ordered him to keep a hold of my phone then moved into position. He blew the whistle and we got started. For the first five minutes I played defensively and ensured Jacob didn’t get anymore goals. The changes I’d made to his teammates quickly began to show. They were getting sluggish and making mistakes. I took that as my chance to go on the attack. Jacob saw me coming for him so passed the ball. I immediately chased after it and thanks to the slow reactions of the recipient, I easily stole it. After that it was quick dash to their net then I kicked it straight in.
<div id="speakJac">“C’mon guys, keep your head in the game.”</div>
Jacob tried motivating his team, but he couldn’t motivate back into them the energy I’d taken. He soon realised he couldn’t rely on them, and that was when I got the one on one duel I’d been seeking. Our movements were like a dance as we battled back and fourth for control of the ball.
He was good. I saw why he was so highly praised. Unfortunately for him I had the fitness and knowledge of some of the league’s best. I found my opening and once I had the ball he wasn’t getting it back. His teammates couldn’t pressure me like they had before. I swiftly scored my next goal. Credit where credit was due, Jacob did keep me under control for the rest of the game, but you could say I was doing the same to him. When the final whistle blew it was 3 – 2 in my favour.
<div id="speakMC">“Good game everyone!”</div>
The crowd cheered, but the other players didn’t share in my enthusiasm. It had been a one man show. My team knew they hadn’t contributed, and Jacob felt frustrated having lost to someone he had never seen put in a day’s practice.
<div id="speakJac">“Well done.”</div>
He spoke with bitterness. In the end it felt like my victory had only earned me fifteen minutes of fame. Actually that wasn’t true, there was one other thing it had earned me.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey want about my prize?”</div>
I asked once back in the locker room to rub in the fact I'd won.
<div id="speakJac">“You’re not serious? That was only so I could steal Stacy’s underwear."</div>
Jacob replied, questioning my motives.
<div id="speakMC">“I know, I was joking.”</div>
Unfortunately, the rules stated that the winner got the losers underwear, and since Jacob had beaten Stacy, he was the one who got hers. The only thing I had to gain was a bag of men’s boxers. Even if Jacob gave me them I’d just bin them.
<div id="speakJac">“Anyway Joe. You are really good, and I don’t say that often. Do you have any plans to take your skills further?”</div>
I hadn’t thought about it until now.
<div id="speakMC">“You know Jacob, maybe I will.”</div>
Professional footballer players were the most overpaid people on the planet. An enjoyable job where I was vastly overpaid and had a legion of fans cheering my name. That could be an interesting future. Plus the feeling of playing against tough opponents was exhilarating. And let’s not forget the best part, the thrill of winning.
When I got home that evening I did some research about how to make my plans a reality. The easiest path would be to attend try-outs for a semi-professional team and hopefully get picked up by them. After that it was all about delivering consistently strong performances until one of the big-name teams scooped me up. For a regular person it was a lot of hard work. Out of everyone who dreamt of becoming a pro and playing the big leagues, only a few succeeded. But with the Reborn app I had a huge leg up on the competition. I was already a star player, I just needed to wait until the world realised that.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|WK2END2]]</div>
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Friday. Another week had almost passed, and while the majority of it was relatively boring, the parts that weren’t were incredibly fun. Sadly, the app had yet to update again. This meant a full week had now passed without any more app updates. I was still hopeful a new update might appear, but it was beginning to seem less and less likely. It wasn’t an issue to dwell on. I got up and did some morning stretches. I’d gotten used to the modifications I’d made to my body on Monday. Getting out of bed in the morning felt a lot easier, so much so I was getting up half an hour early and doing a few laps around the block before breakfast. I felt pumped. It was shame I had a full day of school between now and the final match. After a long and boring day the time for the final match of our mini-tournament finally came. At the start of this tournament nobody would have wagered that the final match would be me against Stacy. The crowd today wasn’t as large as yesterday’s. Jacob’s fans were completely absent despite Jacob himself having shown up to watch. Most spectators were here to support Stacy.
<div id="speakMC">“Looks like you’ve got quite the fan club.”</div>
I remarked to Stacy. Both our teams were on the pitch doing our warm ups.
<div id="speakStacy">“They know who’s going to win, me. I bet you’re regretting introducing me to Amleto now.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Not really. It was worth it to see you beat Jacob. Let’s just have a clean game. No hard feelings whatever way it goes okay?”</div>
I meant that when I said it. I had decided prior to the match to not touch the Reborn app during the game. I knew Stacy was pretty capable, so I took centre field from the very start. We got into position and Mr Hopper blew the whistle.
My team started with the ball and it was immediately passed towards me. One of Stacy’s teammates came out of nowhere and intercepted it, then passed who Stacy who made a beeline for my goal. I wasn’t going to let her score that easily. I swooped in and with a clean tackle reclaimed the ball for our team. Once I had it I wasn’t letting it away from me. It what had become routine at this stage, I dribbled the ball past everyone and then took a shot on goal. Stacy’s keeper dived to intercept but the ball skimmed past her fingertips and into the net.
I’d forgotten that it was only because of my interfering that Stacy had been able to beat Jacob. I could easily handle her. They found a few chances here and there which put pressure on me to put some effort in.
However, she didn’t have the skill to capitalise on the opportunities she created. When the final whistle blew it was a crushing 6 – 0 defeat. There wasn’t much cheering from the crowd. I guess Stacy’s fans were under the belief that since Stacy had beaten Jacob she was going to beat me as well.
<div id="speakMC">“Well Stacy, a bet is a bet.”</div>
I quickly reminded of her of the dumb bet she’d made.
<div id="speakMC">“Loser has the give the winner their underwear.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Look Joe…”</div>
Stacy leaned in close so nobody would overhear.
<div id="speakStacy">“Maybe we could come to a compromise?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What kind?”</div>
I was interested.
<div id="speakStacy">“I made that bet, so I should pay for it. Let my team off the hook okay?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You’re going to need to be more convincing than that.”</div>
I sensed an opportunity here. I wonder how far she was willing to go.
<div id="speakStacy">“Alright. How about a date?”</div>
An interesting offer.
<div id="speakMC">“You want to go on a date with me? The guy who was ranked among the lowest on that secret ‘who would you rather kiss’ poll you girls had a while back?”</div>
I used the term secret very liberally. Pretty much everyone knew about it.
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah well back then you weren’t the winner of a football tournament.”</div>
I’d only just won that tournament and already I had girls asking me out of dates.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright, deal.”</div>
Technically it wasn’t my decision to make, but let’s be real, my team hadn’t contributed at all to ‘my’ victory.
<div id="speakStacy">“Great. Meet me at Suban Station at six thirty tonight. I’d advice you to dress warmly.”</div>
What an unexpected way to end the week. A girl I’d had basically no social interaction with prior to Monday was now taking me out on a date. Nothing left to do but head home and get ready.
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With a quick ding the bell signalled the start of the match. I brought my boxing gloves close to my face to protect me while I read my opponents movements. Surrounding the ring were several hundred cheering spectators. Some of them had put money on this match, put money on me, I couldn’t call myself the greatest man in the world if I let them down. My opponent came in close and threw a quick punch to test my defences. I made him regret it as I went all out, exploiting the gaps in his own defence as I landed a series of powerful blows with my swift hands. I had the knowledge of some of the best boxers in my head. This guy didn’t. I had the perfect physical form for my weight class. This guy didn’t. I won at every sport I competed in. This guy didn’t. He tried to counter-attack, but in doing so gave me a massive opening which I used to deliver a powerful blow to his jaw. He went down, landing limb on the mat as the referee came over and counted him out.
“The winner by knock-out! Joe The Champion!”
I held up my gloves hands as the crowd cheered. Among that crowd were plenty of lovely women who would love to spend a night with a winning man.
“A word for your fans?”
A journalist asked me as I left the ring. Time to give him my victory speech.
<div id="speakMC">“It doesn’t matter what sport it is, because I’m The Champion and The Champion is the only one who never loses.”</div>
This was the man I'd become. I didn't do it for the money or fame, I did for the thrill, and for the women that would throw themselves at me. So long I had the Reborn App I couldn't be defeated.
~ End - The Champion ~
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The following day I asked myself several times if I wanted to stay behind afterschool and watch next set of matches. The four teams who hadn’t played yesterday were due to play today, among them were Stacy’s team and Jacob’s team. They weren’t playing each other, which was why I wasn’t particularly interested. The team Stacy was against was arguably the second best in the tournament. Frankly I doubted she had a chance. Stacy would lose her game, Jacob would win his, I already knew the results so there was little reason for me to attend.
During the final five minutes of lunch though that all changed. After drinking a full can of juice my legs had carried me to the bathroom. Some ass had flooded the urinals so rather than stand in a puddle of toilet water I headed to the stalls. Just as I locked the door I heard two familiar voices enter the room.
<div id="speakJac">“C’mon, I’ll make it up to you.”</div>
That was Jacob talking I believe.
“You keep saying that, but you don’t say how. I’m not going to throw the game against Stacy unless I know how you are going to make up for it.”
That was the voice of the one of boys who’d be playing against Stacy.
“This is your fault for screwing up the draft. You were meant to rig it so that you’d be playing Stacy round 1, and I wouldn’t have to play you until the final.”
<div id="speakJac">“Shush, someone might hear.”</div>
Jacob hissed. They’d probably noticed they weren’t alone. Unfortunately it was too late. I’d heard and wanted to know more. I opened the stall door with my phone in hand.
<div id="speakMC">“Continue your conversation. Forget you saw me in here."</div>
I ordered them. They blinked then turned back to face each other, continuing their conversation as if nothing had happened.
<div id="speakJac">“I was going to, but Stacy saw through my plan and made Mr Hopper do the draft instead."</div>
They were spilling a lot of juicy information. I stayed silent and continued to listen.
“You should have foreseen that happening.”
<div id="speakJac">“Alright if you throw the game I promise to get you match tickets for next weekend.”</div>
Jacob had resorted to bribery now.
“Now we're talking. I’ll do my best to throw the game, but if anyone calls me out on it I’m pointing the finger at you.”
<div id="speakJac">“No-one will find out.”</div>
Except I already have.
<div id="speakJac">“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”</div>
Jacob left and let the other boy resumed his business. I waited for him to finish up and leave before I also finished what I’d come here to do. That had been enlightening. So Jacob wanted to rig the tournament so that he faced Stacy in the first round, and having failed that was asking another team to throw their game so he’d still get the chance to face her. Since the loser was of a game was required to give their underwear to the winner, the only way to obtain Stacy’s was to be the team that beat her. Jacob was playing dirty just to get that chance. I might stay behind and watch things after all.
Afterschool I headed outdoors and took a seat on the side-lines. The set up was the same as yesterday, two games being played at once right next to one another. On one pitch was Jacob’s A Squad and their opponents, and on the other pitch Stacy’s girls. The number of spectators who had come out today to watch had gone up. Since Jacob was playing a number of his fangirls had come out to watch, and since Stacy was playing a number of non-competing girls had come out to show support.
The whistle was soon blown, and the games begun. As expected Jacob had scored a goal within the first two minutes of the match, meanwhile Stacy’s game remained dead even for ten minutes. The goal that broke the tie wasn’t hers. The other team had scored. Jacob didn’t seem too pleased. He sent the boy from before a dirty look. The boy in question was playing goal keeper. He planned to let Stacy’s team score all their shots, but they had yet to get a chance to make a shot on goal. His first chance came not from Stacy, but his own team. A simple pass back sent the ball rolling towards him. A child could have stopped that ball, but I watched as comedically the keeper tripped over his own feet allowing the ball to go rolling past him into the net. Needless to say that caused a bit of confusion and frustration.
Just before second half a shot by one of Stacy’s teammates went wide resulting in a goal kick. I watched as the keeper took a step back, then ran up and kicked the ball. The ball went one way, and his shoe went the other. He went hopping after his shoe as the ball landed in Stacy’s possession. With an open net she scored her team’s second point. At half-time his team smartly voted to move him out of the net.
Jacob’s team was up four points to none. That game was already decided. Even if a rogue satellite fell from the sky and took out Jacob, his team could still close this game out. When the games resumed Stacy showed that she was determined to win. One goal down the other team were determined to not be put out of the tournament by a group of girls. Unfortunately having a traitor in your midst made that pretty complicated. Even I was feeling frustrated watching that game, and I wasn’t playing. I could only imagine how pissed off the boys were with the constant mistakes being made by one of their players. Ultimately those mistakes cost them the game. Regardless of the circumstances, a win was a win. Stacy’s team celebrated a victory they hadn’t earned, while the boys gave their traitor teammate a very cold shoulder. They knew why they had lost. They weren’t blaming themselves, they were blaming him. Lucky for him nobody was accusing him of intentionally throwing the game. With that match over I could think about the next game. Stacy had no hope of beating Jacob. She was also unaware of the reason behind her victory. Tomorrows match would be a humiliating defeat for her, although it didn’t have to be.
<div id="choice">[[Interfere with the match|SuperStarAlt2]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don’t interfere with the match|SuperStarZeo]]</div>
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Thursday. The third day of our tournament. Today I was due to play against a team I was certain I’d have little problem defeating if I focused. Meanwhile on the pitch next to me Jacob would be smugly crushing Stacy in a just as one-sided game… or so he thought. I wanted Stacy to win her game just to rub that smug look of Jacob’s face.
<div id="speakJac">“Tonight boys, we are leaving with two pairs of underwear.”</div>
Jacob was already proclaiming his victory to everyone in the changing room. Since I planned to be using the Reborn app this afternoon I adjusted the order I’d given Mr Hopper. I had him carry my phone for me, so he could hand it back to me at half-time in case I needed to make adjustments. Outside I used the Reborn app first on Jacob’s goal keeper.
<div id="speakMC">“You will not save any of the shots Stacy or her team makes against you.”</div>
Effectively Stacy now had an open net. Getting past Jacob so that she could actually take that shot however was still a challenge for her.
<div id="speakJac">“You will let Stacy score the first goal, believing it to be a part of your plan.”</div>
That order was issued to his entire team. I had to make Stacy’s victory both look legitimate and caused by Jacob’s overconfidence in himself.
<div id="speakJac">“When you attempt to score, you will always aim the ball towards the keeper, not away from her.”</div>
That should make it easy for Stacy’s goal keeper to save. As I thought about what other orders I could issue Stacy’s team arrived.
“Everyone. Time to get started.”
Mr Hopper called out. I quickly got up and gave him my phone. My team wanted me in centerfield, but I wanted to be somewhere I could observe the other game from so sat back in nets. The whistle blew and both games got underway. The ball quickly found its way past my team and with my eyes on the other game I was too slow to react and allowed the other team to score.
“Wow Joe, did you actually miss that? You sure you want to be in nets?”
<div id="speakMC">“Nah, just letting think they have a chance before I crush them."</div>
I kicked the ball out and soon after that the game resumed. This time when the ball came for my net I caught it. Just before I dropped it to start my run on the other teams goal I heard a cheer from the other pitch. I saw Stacy doing a victory celebration. Jacob wasn’t bothered. In his mind he’d allowed that first goal to happen. Now I had to hope my standing orders would be enough to stop him reclaiming the lead. I dropped the ball and began dribbling it forward. The team I was against this time were harder to read and more co-ordinated it. They were putting pressure on me and when the time came for me to shoot I struck the post and the ball bounced off. Fortunately my teammate Lewis was there to intercept it and managed to score a sloppy goal to even the score. I returned to my position in nets and went back to watching Stacy’s game. Jacob had an easy shot on Stacy’s team’s goal. He blasted it and it went straight into the gloved hands of Stacy’s keeper. She seemed a little surprised herself that she had blocked it. She kicked it out, but it wasn’t long before it had returned to her. With another forceful blast Jacob sent it bulleting towards her. This time it missed her hands and bounced of her forehead and knocked her over. The ball was still in play so Jacob kicked it again and struck their keeper in the side of the leg. Crap this was getting brutal. I’d ordered Jacob to aim at the keeper, but under these circumstances it looked like he was trying to injure her intentionally. A pissed off Stacy tackled Jacob, knocking him off his feet and kicking the ball away from him.
<div id="speakJac">“Hey!”</div>
Jacob yelled at her, then instinctively he looked towards the referee, but Mr Hopper was distracted. I had to stop watching as it was my turn to deliver another goal into the other team’s net. I had learnt from last time and did so with relative ease. I celebrated briefly then saw nobody was even watching me. They were all distracted by what was happening on the other pitch. Jacob and Stacy were shoving each other, and a fight was moments from breaking out.
“Hey hey hey!”
Mr Hopper moved in-between them to break it up.
<div id="speakJac">“Tell her to lay off!”</div>
Jacob was throwing a fit.
<div id="speakStacy">“Me? You can stop trying to injure my teammates!”</div>
<div id="speakJac">“I wasn’t!”</div>
There was a lot of tension between them now. Mr Hopper threatened to send them both off if they continued. That was enough to break them up. The next five minutes of play were fearsome. Jacob and Stacy were showing very little regard to no-contact rules and it almost looked like they were actively trying to injure the other. Mr Hopper blew the half-time whistle. My team were one goal ahead, as was Stacy’s. The violence on the other pitch was a direct result of my actions. I asked Mr Hopper for my phone back so I could ease tensions.
<div id="speakMC">“You will no longer aim for the goal keeper. Instead you will aim for the poles or crossbar. You will play fairly and stop trying to injure your opponents.”</div>
That should do it. Next I issued some orders to Stacy to stop her trying to break Jacob’s legs. This was far more stressful than what a game of football should have been. Soon the games resumed and I was glad to see Stacy and Jacob playing more passively. Jacob soon had a shot on goal, but this time his shot pinged off the crossbar and bounced away. It looked like my changes were good. I put my heart into my own game, giving my team a sizable lead, which then ensured we’d have an easily victory. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Stacy. I heard another ping as the ball hit the pole this time, but the angle it had been kicked from caused it to bounce into the net. Jacob had scored, evening up the score.
<div id="speakJac">“Goal!”</div>
Jacob cheered doing a victory lap. He must have forgotten that the clock didn’t stop when he scored. By the time he was done showing off there was less than five minutes left in the game. He found one final chance to score against Stacy’s team in that time, and thankfully he missed. Mr Hopper blew the whistle and with a tied score their match would be decided with a penalty shootout.
<div id="speakJac">“They got lucky, but our penalty game is unbeatable.”</div>
Jacob told his teammates.
<div id="speakMC">“Mr Hopper please give me my phone.”</div>
I couldn’t risk it. I had to interfere again to ensure Stacy won. The first of Jacob’s teammates lined up to make his shot. He did little run up dance, pulled back his foot and…
<div id="speakMC">“Miss!”</div>
I ordered as he kicked it. The ball went soaring over the net missing completely. Stacy was now up. She didn’t bother with the silly run up. She just kicked it straight into the corner of the net. I heard her fans and teammates cheer as she gave them a victory sign.
Next up was another of Jacob’s teammates. He got into position, did a big run up, and as he was about to kick the ball…
<div id="speakMC">“Miss!”</div>
The ball went wide. Next up was one of Stacy’s teammates. They took their shoot, and they too missed. The rest of the shots followed a similar cycle. Now it was just Jacob left to kick for his team.
<div id="speakJac">“There’s no way Jacob misses this."</div>
I heard someone whisper. Jacob was very calm. He wasn’t letting the pressure get to him. Everyone was watching him as he made a run up and…
<div id="speakMC">“Into the Carpark!”</div>
I ordered. He booted the ball with such force it shot off at a 45-degree angle and went over the fence into teacher’s carpark. With a metallic thud it hit Mrs Clark’s car roof and bounced away. With that the match was over. Stacy had against all odds beaten Jacob.
<div id="speakStacy">“YESSSS!”</div>
Stacy’s team let loose a loud victory cry. The five of them did a huddled dance as Jacob walked off the pitch looking very frustrated. To him the impossible had happened. He’d lost to someone who by no means should have beat him. Everything that could have gone wrong for him had gone wrong. He’d missed more shots than he had his entire life. He questioned why fate had to pick today for him to have a bad day. He had no idea it wasn’t fate but I who had been pulling the strings.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey where you going Jacob? Aren’t you forgetting something?”</div>
Stacy yelled. She gestured towards her waist line, making clear gestures towards her underwear. Jacob didn’t reply. He and his team just walked towards the changing room shamefully. Meanwhile my own team had a few words for me.
“So… since Stacy won, does that mean we get her underwear if we beat her?”
One of my teammates asked.
“If? Dude we have Joe, it is in the bag.”
“Assuming we can count on him.”
A sudden hostile remark came out of nowhere.
“He was watching Stacy the entire time. Joe can we count on you tomorrow?”
<div id="speakMC">“Really? Of course you can.”</div>
I hadn’t expected them to suddenly question my loyalty. Frankly it was rich coming from them. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. Stacy would easily crush them without my help. If I returned myself to how I was at the start of the week she’d walk all over us. When we returned to the changing room there was a heavy silence. Bitter about his defeat Jacob wasn’t in a good mood. He disappeared around the corner, and when he returned he had his boxers in his hand.
“We’re not seriously going through with that? I didn’t bring a spare pair.”
Complained one of his teammates.
<div id="speakJac">“Well you should have!”</div>
He snapped back. He left the changing room and found Stacy waiting for him.
<div id="speakStacy">“So loser where’s my prize?”</div>
She taunted. He then threw his boxers on the ground at her feet and stormed off.
<div id="speakStacy">“Rude.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Hey good luck tomorrow Stacy.”</div>
I expected her to make some remark about how she’d just beaten Jacob, but instead she glared at me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah, tomorrow is going to be interesting.”</div>
She eventually said.
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Thursday. The third day of our tournament. Today I was due to play against a team I was certain I’d have little problem defeating if I focused. Meanwhile on the pitch next to me Jacob would be smugly crushing Stacy in a just as one-sided game. Well it wasn’t my problem. Ultimately I was going to be the winner of this tournament, what happened in other peoples games was off little interest to me.
“Alright everyone. Time to get started.”
Mr Hopper called out. Unlike in my first game I started in centerfield. From the moment Mr Hopper had blown the whistle I was on the aggressive. The team I was playing was a little more skilled than my previous opponents, but they just didn’t have what it took to keep me at bay. Within two minutes I’d scored my first goal. Within five I’d scored my second, and by half-time my team was leading by a solid six points. Funnily enough, Jacob and his team also have a six point lead. It was only half-time, but already it was very clear who would be playing in tomorrow’s finals. Stacy’s lively attitude going into this match was gone. She knew she had absolutely no hope of winning, and frankly with such a point difference I doubted the app could help her now. The girls who had come out to watch Stacy were already leaving, and going by her body language I could tell she wanted to do the same.
“Alright let’s resume."
Mr Hopper called out. I may have had a six point led, but so did Jacob. Just to keep myself interested I’d decided I’d play to have a higher score than him by the end of the match. What I didn’t know was that Jacob had the same idea. The moment I had the ball I ran with it. One, two, three defenders passed me by before I took aim and fired the ball into the back of the net. With my mind focused solely on this game I was able to run circles around the other team. Determined to beat Jacob I couldn’t afford to give out pity points. Eventually the other team just gave up. They weren’t putting in any effort as I easily stole the ball and drove it into their net. It had become a one-man show. Mr Hopper blew the final whistle after just ten minutes of resuming play. He could tell the two losing sides had no interest in continuing. I turned my attention towards the other pitch and saw Jacob doing another over the top victory dance. Stacy looked completely devastated. The result of that game was as clear as the one from mine.
<div id="speakJac">“So when can we collect our winnings?”</div>
Jacob gloated.
<div id="speakStacy">“Shut up. You’ll get them we we’re done changing."</div>
Stacy spat back, angry. Her eyes turned in my direction and glared at me briefly. She and her team then left the pitch. Jacob then turned in my direction.
<div id="speakJac">“See you tomorrow Joe, I’m looking forward to a challenge. Now time to collect my winnings.”</div>
He was going to go through with that bet it seemed.
“Don’t worry about him Joe, you got this.”
My team gave me their words of support.
“Joe against Jacob, this will be good.”
Prior to three days ago nobody would have uttered those words with seriousness. Now, we were a day away from the final match. Nobody would have expected me of all people to be Jacob’s biggest rival. I was excited to play him.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarSolo]]</div>
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The national anthem played as I walked onto the pitch. I could hear the cheers of the 100,000 plus spectators in the stadium around me who had paid an extortionary amount for their seats. I had made it to the world cup finals, a feat nobody would have ever expected me to achieve. The past year for me had been amazing. I went from being a nobody to a world superstar in such a short time. I’d tried out for a semi-professional team and gotten picked up almost immediately. Using the Reborn app to constantly improve myself I quickly became an unstoppable powerhouse. I was a big fish in a small pond. Shortly after graduation I got an offer to join one of the top tier teams. Naturally I accepted, and after each amazing performance my reputation grew and grew. Who was this unknown kid that had could of nowhere to become one of the best on the scene? Nobody was sure. What they were sure about was that I was good and I was only getting better.
Then one day the Reborn app was gone. I returned from training to discover my locker looted and my phone gone. Losing the Reborn app was devastating, but I’d come too far to simply throw it all away. I start training seriously and practicing hard. Without the Reborn app to aid me I had to work for my seven-figure salary. All the work paid off when it came time for the World Cup selection. I was not only picked but put on the starting line-up. The Reborn app may have been gone, but it had changed my life and opened the door to my future. I wouldn’t be here without it, but now when I lifted that trophy I’d know it would be because I worked for it.
~ End - Joe At The World Cup ~
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Friday. Another week had almost passed me by, and while the majority of it was relatively boring, the parts that weren’t were incredibly fun. Sadly, the app had yet to update. This meant a full week had now passed without any more app updates. I was still hopeful a new update might appear, but it was beginning to seem less and less likely. It wasn’t an issue to dwell on. I got up and did some morning stretches. I’d gotten used to the modifications I’d made to my body on Monday. Getting out of bed in the morning felt a lot easier, so much so I was getting up half an hour early and doing a few laps around the block before breakfast. I felt pumped. It was shame I had a full day of school between now and the final match. After a long and boring day though the time for the final match of our mini-tournament finally came. At the start of this tournament nobody would have wagered that the final match would be me against Stacy. I left my phone in Mr Hopper’s desk knowing I wouldn’t be needing it against Stacy. She’d won her first game because her opponents threw it and had won her second because of my interference. This time she had no-one giving her the edge. The crowd today wasn’t as large as yesterday’s. Jacob’s fans were completely absent, despite Jacob himself having shown up to watch, and most spectators were here to support Stacy.
<div id="speakMC">“Looks like you’ve got quite the fan club."</div>
I remarked to Stacy. Both our teams were on the pitch doing our warm ups.
<div id="speakStacy">“They know who’s going to win, me. I know you’re good Joe, but all that ‘special training’ you’ve had won’t help you.”</div>
She sure was very confident. Unfortunately, that confidence would get her nowhere. Mr Hopper readied his whistle and blew it signalling the start of the final game. I wasn’t expecting much from Stacy. I quickly made a clean tackle that robbed her off the ball. I taunted her with it a little before firmly planting it in the back of the net.
<div id="speakMC">“Easy!”</div>
I laughed doing an over the top victory dance. She wasn’t a fan of it.
<div id="speakStacy">“Lucky. The next goal will be mine.”</div>
That was what she claimed, but within minutes I’d scored another score. I scored a third not long after. Following that I decided to slow down a little and conserve my energy. My team could handle things from here. Or at least I thought they could, but just before half-time they allowed Stacy to find an opening which she used to make a shot on goal. I intercepted it before my keeper had the chance.
<div id="speakMC">“Almost, but not quite.”</div>
I continued taunting her. This match was practically over. Normally at half-time teams would strategize. I saw no need. I saw Stacy talking with one of her friends. They looked in my direction with a bitter gaze. Stacy wasn’t taking her crushing defeat too well.
Soon Mr Hopper blew the whistle to signal the start of second half. I waited for Stacy to get possession of the ball then I went after her planning to steal it. That was when the unexpected happened. As I moved in to tackle her she elegantly dodged all the while keeping the ball under control. I guess she did know a thing or two. I’d been too predictable, it won’t happen again. I ran after her to seize back control, but right as I was about to snatch the ball I had to jump back as one of my own teammates almost slide tackled me.
“Sorry Joe.”
He apologised and sounded genuine. Unfortunately his mistake had given Stacy her opening. She kicked the ball as our keeper made a terrible prediction and dove in the opposite direction.
<div id="speakStacy">“Goooal!”</div>
Stacy cheered.
<div id="speakMC">“Lucky. The next goal will be mine, and I mean it.”</div>
I threw back her comment from the first half.
<div id="speakStacy">“We’ll see… cheater.”</div>
In that moment I saw her eyes drift towards the spectators. I wouldn’t have thought anything off it, but that cheater comment seemed odd. It was true I was cheating, but she didn’t know that. Play resumed and I was quickly passed the ball by my teammates. That was all I needed and I walked the ball past Stacy’s defence then booted the ball into the net… except I didn’t. The ball went completely wide, missing the net entirely. That was the first time I’d ever screwed up a shot that badly since I’d used the app on Monday to make myself better.
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh what happened Joe?”</div>
Stacy mocked me. I was starting to suspect something wasn’t right. Was I imagining it? A powerful goal kick sent the ball soaring across the field. I sluggishly chased after it as Stacy’s team took possession of the ball. Normally I’d have no problem closing the gap and getting into the action, but right now I felt like I was dragging my feet through mud. I couldn’t get there in time to stop Stacy’s team scoring another goal and evening up the score. Shit. How could this be happening? It was almost like… oh shit. It was just like what I’d done to Jacob yesterday. I glanced at the crowd again but did so discretely this time. I knew what I was looking for now. There. Standing slightly to the side of the main group was a lone dark-haired girl. She was one of Stacy’s less athletic friends and was the one Stacy had been speaking to at half-time. She was just sitting on the grass pretending to read a book. Why would anyone could out here just to read a book? There were other people here she knew. Why was she sitting away from them? The match resumed, but not for long. Before any more goals could be scored Mr Hopper blew the whistle and called for penalties. My team naturally voted to put me in the nets, I declined. I needed to watch her carefully.
First up was Stacy’s team, and the first shot was hers. I my head was facing the net, but my eyes were watching the girl to the side. Stacy lined up her shot and took it. Moments before I saw the girl’s mouth move. She’d just whispered something, and in the following moments our keeper jumped to the wrong side giving Stacy’s shot free passage into our net. Next it was our turn to shoot. The ball was lined up, Xander pulled back to take his shot, and…
“Miss.”
He missed completely. Even from this distance I could tell what that girl had just said by her lip movements. There was no doubting it now. The way she was holding the book. The way she spoke right before disaster struck. It was just like yesterday. It was just like when I had used the app to sabotage Jacob. Now I was the one who was under its influence. Every shot my team took missed completely, every goal we attempted to save went in flawlessly. I didn’t even get a chance to take a shot. Once Stacy’s team had scored three against my team’s zero the result was decided.
<div id="speakStacy">“We win!”</div>
Stacy cheered. Her team huddled together and celebrated.
“Man, I can’t believe we lost. Oh well.”
My team weren’t as heartbroken as Jacob had been. I on the other hand now had bigger problems.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey Joe, don’t forget about the bet. Come by the girl’s changing room so we can collect our prize.”</div>
Stacy called out to me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Don’t worry about your team. It’s just you we want.”</div>
Shit. I headed back to the changing rooms but first I stopped by the gym office. The desk drawer I had seen Mr Hopper place my phone was now open. The hairpin that had been used to pick the lock had been left in place as if to mock me. I returned to the changing rooms and saw Stacy waiting for me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Time to pay the piper Joe.”</div>
She held the door open for me. It would seem I had permission to enter the girl’s changing room. Waiting in there for me was Stacy’s four teammates and the girl who had stolen my phone. Stacy closed the door behind me and locked the door.
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh boy Joe where do we begin. I mean I thought something was strange about how you had suddenly turned in a sports star, but I didn’t expect anything like this.”</div>
Stacy held up my phone.
“I saw you cheating yesterday when Jacob missed all those shots.”
Explained the girl who'd stolen my phone during half-time.
<div id="speakMC">“You caught me, so what do you want?”</div>
I didn’t want to play her game.
<div id="speakMC">“How did you even know how to unlock it?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Your phone has a major security flaw. All you need to do to unlock it is give it a call.”</div>
Stacy explained. Seriously? How had I not picked up on that before?
<div id="speakStacy">“That’s not important. What’s important is that you cheated in every single one of your games. You even screwed over Jacob so that he would lose to me. Now I wonder if this entire thing was a part of your plan just to acquire my panties. I wouldn’t put it past a creep like you.”</div>
Stacy’s harsh words stung.
<div id="speakMC">“You’re wrong. Jacob is the one who rigged the tournament against you. He had your first opponents throw their game so he could beat you.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“And you expect us to believe that? You are clearly the mastermind here.”</div>
Even the truth wasn’t good enough for her.
<div id="speakStacy">“We’ve all come to the agreement you should be punished. Since your goal was to humiliate us, we’ve decided to return the favour. Girls. Do it.”</div>
Five girls surrounded me as Stacy used her phone to dial mine. I tried to struggle, but even with my enhanced body they were able to keep me pinned.
<div id="speakStacy">“Strip him.”</div>
My shorts were pulled down and my t-shirt was also removed.
<div id="speakStacy">“Nice abs Joe. Now let’s see what you really look like.”</div>
With a press of a button all the changes I’d made to my body vanished. I lost my athletic body, returning to the same form I’d had before I got the app.
“Wow look at him, he’s pathetic.”
Stacy’s group threw humiliating slurs at me as I lay powerless. They had a significantly easier time holding me down now that I’d lost my muscles.
“Look at his dick, he enhanced that as well.” Suddenly my boxers were pulled down as well. I willed my dick to not get erect, but it had decided to screw me over and stand to attention. Dam traitor.
“Eww he’s getting turned on. What a pervert.”
<div id="speakStacy">“Don’t worry girls. I’ll fix that.”</div>
I felt my dick suddenly shrink. I peered down to see it become so small that it could hardly even be considered a penis anymore.
<div id="speakStacy">“There, that’s more like what you deserve.”</div>
“Yeah. What else can you do to him Stacy?”
The humiliation kept on mounting. I’d become their plaything. How long did they plan to keep this up for?
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh I know.”</div>
Stacy walked over to her bag and reached inside.
<div id="speakStacy">“I’d been planning on giving you these if we lost, but since you wanted them so badly…”</div>
In her hand was a pair of pink panties.
<div id="speakStacy">“I’m sure they’ll fit you now.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You’re not serious.”</div>
She was. With the help of her friends the pink panties were pulled up my legs until they were covering my crotch. Thanks to the reduction in the size of my genitals they now fitted me.
<div id="speakStacy">“They suit you so well.”</div>
They continued mocking me. I saw flashes as they began taking photos. No doubt they’d used them as blackmail material later.
“What else can we do to him?”
“Why don’t we make him a sissy? I bet he’d love that.”
They all laughed, continuing to humiliate me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah, what do you say Joe? Do you want to become our little sissy boy?”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Remain Silent|SissyP]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I’ll never let that happen|SSACon]]</div>
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I remained silent as they waited for an answer.
“Well he isn’t saying no. Let’s do it!”
<div id="speakStacy">“That’s true, so Joe what do you say?”</div>
Stacy pressed. I didn’t answer.
<div id="speakStacy">“Okay then. Girls, let’s do it.”</div>
I was completely at their mercy. They held me down as Stacy began making changes to my body.
"Oh let’s see how he looks in a skirt!”
“Yeah. Doesn’t anyone still their training bra at home? I have some pads we could give him.”
They could have just turned me into a girl. That was one of the easiest things to do with the app. They didn’t. They wanted to inflict maximum humiliation on me. I’d become their plaything. They could do with me as they pleased. Maybe I deserved this. I’d cheated my way to perfect masculinity. Perhaps this was karma for what I’d done. I didn’t know. I just stayed silent and let them decide my fate.
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<div id="speakMC">“Fuck you. I’ll never that happen!”</div>
I snapped raising my voice.
<div id="speakStacy">“Wow calm down Joe, I’m sure you’ll like it.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Fuck you!”</div>
I yelled at full volume. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“What’s going on in there?”
It was Mr Hopper. In a sudden flash I had an idea.
“I know I heard a boy’s voice. Why is the door locked? Do I need to call for a female teacher?”
“Stacy you better go get rid of him.”
Whispered one of the girls. Yes. That was exactly what I wanted.
<div id="speakStacy">“No problem. I’ll just tell him to ignore us with this.”</div>
Stacy waved my phone in my face. She stood up and headed for the door. She unlocked it then aimed my phone at Mr Hopper as his gaze fell upon me. Her plan was obvious, Mr Hopper would see me and be distracted as she used the poser to control him. There was just one flaw in her plan.
<div id="speakMC">“Knock Stacy out!”</div>
I yelled. Mr Hopper instantly clenched a tight fist then clocked Stacy under the chin. Her head titled back and struck against the hard tiles behind her. It was a one hit KO as she collapsed to the floor. At the very start of the week I'd ordered him to obey me, and that order still stood.
<div id="speakMC">“Now gets these girls off me!”</div>
Mr Hopper marched into the changing room. The girls were already letting go, fearful that what they had just witnessed happen to Stacy would happen to them. I crawled away and grabbed my phone from Stacy’s unconscious hand. Now the power was back in my hand.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright everyone, you will now fall into a trance and not wake up until I order you to.”</div>
Everyone in the room ceased moving. I quickly removed Stacy’s spare panties and collected my clothes from the floor. Once I had changed back into something decent I got to work fixing everything. I erased everyone’s memories of what had just happened, and off the Reborn app.
Mr Hopper left and returned to what he was doing none the wiser to the fact he’d just knocked out a student. I healed Stacy of her injuries before ordering her and her friends to delete the photos they had just taken off me. I then had them wake up after I’d left. They were left wondering what had just happened, before going back to celebrating their victory over the boys. That was something I couldn’t change. Too many people had witnessed Stacy win and half of them were already on their way home. The result was humiliating for everyone involved, but it was nowhere near as bad as the humiliation Stacy had been planning on putting me through. Thank fate Mr Hopper had heard me. If I hadn’t yelled at Stacy, then he wouldn’t have come investigating. Who knows what she might have done to me then.
It was over and done with now. This week hadn’t gone as I intended. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
To be continued… in week 3!
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As I walked down the school corridor I received everyone’s attention. Some people laughed while others quickly averted their gaze. They weren’t used to seeing a boy walk around wearing the girl’s uniform. Around my waist was now a skirt, and beneath that skirt was pair of pink panties that hid my tiny dick. There was a little ribbon in my hair and a touch of makeup to make my cheeks more rose coloured and my lips redder. Beneath the blouse I now wore was a padded training bra.
“Looking good Joe."
One boy called. I felt a new wave of humiliation wash over me. What could I do though? Stacy had the app now. She had complete control over me and anyone who dared oppose her. I’d become her plaything, her sissy little plaything, and there was nothing I could do about it.
~ End - Joe The Sissy ~
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Well if it was that important then she should have been more careful with it. If she was smart then she’d have insurance, so it wasn’t a big deal anyway. Morning break soon came to an end, and the next set of classes began. Today’s class would be with Mrs Richardson. I arrived at her classroom and funnelled into her room along with the rest of my classmates. Soon Mrs Richardson arrived. She was aged 30, and just over seven months ago she had been on her honeymoon. It was fairly clear that she and Mr Richardson had wasted little time getting to work on starting a family after their marriage.
Following her into the classroom was a well-dressed man I’d never seen before.
“Everyone let me introduce you to Mr Cameron, he’ll be taking over for me for a while starting this week. Today he is here to just observe and gain an understanding of where we currently are on the curriculum.”
“Good morning everyone.”
Mr Cameron greeted us with a smile. He looked sharp, and his smile was… how do I put it… too happy. He took a chair in the corner of the room as Mrs Richardson resumed from where had left off. Honestly speaking, Mr Cameron had big boots to fill. Mrs Richardson was one of my better teachers. Not just for me, but the entire class tended to score well in her subject. Mr Cameron watched us silently as Mrs Richardson talked us through some example questions that might appear on the next exam.
It was a short class, and I left the room not thinking too much off it. That was until a whisper caught me ear.
“Man, that was creepy."
I heard a girl from my class say to her friend.
“His eyes were just… yuck. I hope he isn’t like that when he starts teaching us.”
Had he been that bad? I hadn’t noticed. I had a longer class with him tomorrow, I’d keep an eye out for his ‘creepy’ behaviour then.
Lunch time had arrived before I knew it. I was the first to arrive at my usual table, and quickly realised I may be the only one to arrive. Dave was sick today, so he was a no-show. I hadn’t seen Kyoko in several days, not that she’d show up before Mei anyway. As for Mei and Yumi, I had no idea where they were. I looked around and spotted a few other tables I could join if I wanted to avoid sitting alone.
There was Jeremy, and his nerdy friends who were busy discussing what sounded like a fantasy game. I spoke with him occasionally, and I knew they wouldn’t say no if I pulled my chair over to join in.
There was also Erika and her bandmates. She was the lead singer of the group, and the one who kept the band together by keeping everyone else motivated. I'd known her in elementary school, but didn't speak to her much now. I’d heard them practicing, but as far as I was aware they had never performed on stage. It could be interesting jumping in there and seeing what they are working on.
Other than that, I didn’t see anywhere I could easily fit in. Well it wasn’t the most important thing in the world. I just stay where I was and eat by myself.
<div id ="choice">[[Join Jeremy and the fantasy gang]]</div>
<div id ="choice">[[Join Erika and her band]]</div>
<div id ="choice">[[Eat alone]]</div>
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I knocked the door then casually entered.
<div id="speakMC">“That doesn’t look good."</div>
I said before even getting a good look at the damaged lens. Once I got closer I picked it up and saw that one of the inside lens were cracked.
<div id="speakMC">“Sorry.”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“It’s not your fault that I’m clumsy.”</div>
She was blaming herself. Abby was usually a reserved girl, but right she was struggling to keep herself together.
<div id="speakMC">“How bad is it?”</div>
I heard that some lens had massive price tags associated with them.
<div id="speakAbby">“Completely broken. The insurance will cover the cost of replacing it, but not before the film festival.”</div>
She’d began laughing to try and cheer herself up. It worked for a moment, before she clenched her fist and punched the table again.
<div id="speakAbby">“Fuck. Why me? I had everything ready!”</div>
She put her head down on the table, hoping that if she wished hard enough she could go back in time just five minutes. Time travel was sadly a power the Reborn app lacked, and a power I doubted it would ever acquire. The app also didn’t have the power to repair expensive pieces of camera equipment.
<div id="speakMC">“Can I help out in anyway?”</div>
I asked her.
<div id="speakAbby">“Do you have a spare 35mm T1.7 cine lens suitable for a Nenesonic Portable Film Camera?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No.”</div>
I was certain in that.
<div id="speakMC">“Are they hard to find?”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“Oh no. If I ordered one online it would be here by Wednesday, but I don’t have that kind of money. This isn’t even my camera. The school owns it. I was just borrowing it for the film project.”</div>
She sighed.
<div id="speakAbby">“Well at least I don’t have to stress about that anymore.”</div>
She looked disheartened.
<div id="speakMC">“Film project?”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“There is a film festival this weekend. There is a special short film category I was going to make a short film for, but for obvious reasons that isn’t happening. Excuse me, I need to go tell Mrs Crowlin about the damage.”</div>
Abby headed for the door.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Abby, what would it take to get your film back on track?”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“A new film camera or a replacement lens for this one.</div>
<div id="speakMC">If it's just a camera you need..."</div>
<div id="speakAbby">I mean a proper one, this is for a festival, a crappy home camera won’t work!”</div>
She left the room. I examined the broken lens as the bell rang signalling the end of morning break. Maybe it was the guilt speaking, but I wanted to help her get the film back on track. It sounded important to her. To do that I’d need to find a replacement camera or at least a lens.
During my next few classes I thought about the problem. I didn’t know much about media or making a movie. I knew who would though. Mrs Crowlin was the ‘Visual Arts and Media’ teacher. I knew for a fact that not every school had one of those. At lunch I paid her a visit. I found her in the visual arts room speaking with Abby about the broken camera.
“Its busted.”
Mrs Crowlin sighed, dropping the lens onto the table.
“We have insurance for this reason. I’ll get a replacement sent to us. Nothing else can be done. There is nothing we can do so you might as well go and get lunch.”
Abby had been hoping Mrs Crowllin might be able to find a solution that didn’t involve delaying the movie.
<div id="speakAbby">“I understand.”</div>
Abby dropped her shoulders and headed for the door. I hid behind a corner and let her pass. After that I slid back around and targeted Mrs Crowlin with the memory alternation. Time to make myself as qualified as she was. I braced myself as I transferred a subject’s worth of memories and experience. I didn’t take any of her personal memories, but Visual Arts & Media was such a broad subject that it was a huge influx of knowledge. It worked though. Now I had the knowledge I needed to find a replacement lens.
Afterschool I got on a different bus than usual and headed into the city. There was a shop in Redrock that specialised in cameras and photography equipment. I stepped into the shop that was an amateur photographers wet dream. The walls were a spotless white and the shop floor was covered in display cases with expensive cameras inside them. Some of the cameras had five figure price tags attached to them. They also had a lot of lenses on display, and among them I found what I was searching for.
<div id="speakMC">“Expensive.”</div>
I muttered reading the tag. Well I knew that already but seeing the price next it to it was something else. Time to use my charm to land me a discount. I approached the store clerk, and once it became clear I planned to bargain with him he called in the manager to handle the sale. That was when I called upon the Reborn app for assistance. The store didn’t have a rental policy, but thanks to the Reborn app I was able to create one. When I left the store I did so with the item I needed and left behind a promise that I’d return it when I was finished. I handled it with care. I could hardly return it if it broke.
At home I did a little more research into the film festival Abby was interested in. There was a short film category specifically for those still attending school or college. I soon discovered that was the only category Abby was elidable to enter. Well that cleared up what her intentions were. She had to produce a short five to seven-minute film and have it submitted in its entirety by Saturday afternoon. It seemed like she had left it very late, but upon closer inspection the theme had only been revealed this morning. It would appear getting the whole thing done in just a week was part of the challenge.
<div id="speakMC">“A challenge eh?”</div>
Now I was even more interested. The nature of this really tailored towards the current situation. Abby had mentioned she had done all the set-up. She was probably planning to start filming today once the theme got announced. I saw how much she wanted to do this. Even though it was impossible she probably still had drawn up a plan for what she would have done. I’d see what I could do to help.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|FilmDay2]]</div>
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During morning break I found Abby back in the media room.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey.”</div>
I greeted her.
<div id="speakMC">“Catch.”</div>
I tossed the camera lens at her and watched her horrified expression as she realised what it was as she caught it.
<div id="speakAbby">“Joe is this… and you just threw it at me?”</div>
Her expression was priceless. She was surprised, happy and furious at me all at the same time.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s on loan so don’t break it like you did the last one.”</div>
She looked at the lens then back at me.
<div id="speakAbby">“Where did you get this?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“A friend. Like I said, it’s on loan.”</div>
She examined the lens and noted that it was just like the one she’d damaged. I saw her smile as the reality set in.
<div id="speakAbby">“Thank-you, but how can I repay you?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well after I went through all the effort to get you that lens, I thought I might hang around and see it put to use. You’re making a short film. That sounds fun. Want me to help you?”</div>
She looked at the lens. She was having an internal conversation, weighing what she needed against what she wanted.
<div id="speakAbby">“I don’t want to trouble you.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Non-sense, what’s youth if I don’t enjoy it?”</div>
I squeezed that sentence out after realising how cheesy it was.
<div id="speakMC">“What I mean is, I want to help. You are already behind, right?”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“Yeah, I should have started yesterday.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Then let me help you catch up.”</div>
I gave her a reassuring smile. It was enough to break through her uncertainty.
<div id="speakAbby">“Alright.”</div>
I was in. My next step was meeting the rest of the crew. That number was pretty low, excluding myself and Abby, there were only three others. I would soon learn that the biggest hurdles this movie would face wasn’t getting a replacement camera lens, it would be getting the cast to work together.
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I sat in a plastic chair in a bare studio watching the most unprofessional scene I’d ever witnessed in my entire life. When I first thought of Abby’s cast I imagined a few like-minded friends who wanted to work together to create a short film, both for fun and for the experience. What I didn’t imagine was a bunch of sociopathic teenagers wanting to use this as ‘their’ chance to show their skills. In their deluded minds this film was all about them, and the purpose of it was so that they could get scouted by a big-name producer afterwards to star in their own movie.
<div id="speakEvan">“I’m a director, not an actor. I don’t act.”</div>
The first trouble maker was a boy name Evan@@.imgpop.evan;(!)@@. He, despite having no directing experience, wanted to be a director and refused to take on any other role.
<div id="speakDianna">“Jeez, why are my lines so plain and so few? How is the audience meant to know how I feel if I don’t tell them?”</div>
The next problem child was Dianna@@.imgpop.dianna;(!)@@. She seemed to think she knew everything, but even I could tell she was wrong about most of it. She also very carefree about the whole thing.
<div id="speakCasey">“Oh shut up. This movie is all about me anyway.”</div>
And then there was Casey@@.imgpop.casey;(!)@@. She was on par with none in terms of having a rotten attitude. She firmly believed she was the star of the movie, and that all other actors existed solely to enhance her performance. It was worth mentioning none of them went to my school. They were all about my age, but I had idea how Abby had even found this lot in the first place.
<div id="speakAbby">“I can alter the script if you want.”</div>
And I couldn’t forget about Abby. She had no backbone, and when dealing with three incredibly difficult people that was something you had to have. I wanted to just pull out the Reborn app and turn their personalities on their heads, but that felt like the cheater’s solution.
<div id="speakMC">“Abby your script is fine.”</div>
I’d already read it. She thought that since she had three actors, she’d try to tell an emotional love triangle with a hint of something supernatural. Honestly speaking, she’d done a very good job. It was certainly beyond my natural ability and I couldn’t see any major flaws. Each of the three main roles had importance, and there wasn’t really a true lead character. With three talented actors she could have made a beautiful short, but sadly her ‘actors’ were anything but talented. Casey wanted the scripted revised to be about her, Dianna wanted so many spoken lines that the entire film would turn into a monologue, and Evan didn’t want to play his role at all. Instead he wanted to butcher Abby’s script, adding in his own story elements and to take over Abby’s role as director. This was meant to a short five-minute film, but Evan’s ideas had no consideration for time or budget restraints. He even suggested a fight sequence but considering nobody knew how to do martial arts it would just look horrible. They started bickering amongst each other.
<div id="speakCasey">“I’ll walk out unless…”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“I’ll walk out before you get the chance…”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“I’m walking if anyone threatens to walk out!”</div>
I wish they all would walk out, finding three new actors would be a lot easier than managing this lot. Despite their threats nobody walked.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright everyone."</div>
I stepped up to the plate.
<div id="speakMC">“I can appreciate that you all have grand dreams, but like everyone else who wasn’t born with a silver spoon up their ass, you have to start the bottom.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“And who are you?”</div>
All eyes were focused on me. I guess I needed to affirm my position on this project.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m the producer!”</div>
I boldly declared. In movie making, everyone had to answer to the producer. I planned to use the app to assist where I could. We only had a working camera because I had already done so. My declaration left the three of them stunned.
<div id="speakDianna">“Abby is this true?”</div>
They turned to Abby. She seemed uncertain but realising that I might be able to bring about some harmony if I was in position of power she nodded.
<div id="speakAbby">“He is.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I can also secure you locations for filming, additional help where needed, and any equipment that is within reason.”</div>
Those weren’t just big words. With the Reborn app I could bend the strings of fate and secure us the means to make this movie a success.
<div id="speakMC">“But, here’s the catch, I’m here to help Abby, not you. If you want to go star in your own movie then you’ll be doing it without my help. Good luck finding someone with the resources I have at your current level.”</div>
My words had silenced the three who had been bickering non-stop since I saw them.
<div id="speakEvan">“Alright fine, but you better live up to your promises or I walk.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Me too.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“I'll be gone first!”</div>
It felt like a miracle, but for now at least I had their corporation. Now that all that was out of the way, we could start.
<div id="speakMC">“Abby, you take over rehearsal, I’ll work on securing us the first location.”</div>
Abby and I still had school to deal with. We could only meet up during the afternoon and evening. That put us at a disadvantage against the other people in this competition who had much more flexible schedules. As rehearsals finally got started in earnest, I looked over the script and tried to envision the perfect place to match what Abby had described as the setting.
<div id="speakMC">“I think the first scene would look amazing if it were on a boat like a large yacht or ferry."</div>
I explained to them my vision.
<div id="speakDianna">“I can see that, but where do you expect to find one of those here?”</div>
Dianna was sceptical.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll work it out. Continue your rehearsal.”</div>
And that’s what happened. At this stage I was well accustomed to getting what I wanted using the poser.
Later I found a suitable waterbound location and ‘persuaded’ the person in charge to letting us onboard.
When we wrapped up on Wednesday we had successfully filmed the yacht scene without any major trouble, but our actors continued bickering with one another. Just incase one of them did walk, I saved a copy of each of their bodies to the app's memory should I need to replace them.
On Thursday the final two scenes were also filmed. I went home with the footage and in the late hours of Thursday evening I had a very rough draft of our film ready. I played it back and nodded my head as it watched it.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s shit.”</div>
I confidently declared. I even asked Chloe to give me a second opinion, telling her to be honest with her thoughts. She arrived at the same conclusion I had, it was just plain terrible. It needed something more, something I couldn’t put into words, something I wasn’t sure I could create. What was wrong with it? I had been able to get the three actors to work with me and they had all delivered on the lines well. The locations were perfect, so what was I doing wrong? I sent shared a copy of the film to everyone involved to ask them for their thoughts. Unsurprisingly they all agreed it was shit, except for Abby who never replied. I had to save this movie from being a disaster, but without any idea as to how I asked the others for suggestions.
<div id="choice">[['Cut time from the others and give me more scenes'– Casey|'Cut time from the others and give me more scenes']]</div>
<div id="choice">[['Let me direct additional scenes to add' – Evan|'Let me direct additional scenes to add']]</div>
<div id="choice">[['Let my character monologue everything' – Dianna|'Let my character monologue everything']]</div>
Or alternatively I could just disregard their ideas and take the day off school tomorrow to figure this out myself. Abby still wasn't replying so I doubt I would be recieving her help.
<div id="choice">[[Figure this out myself]]</div>
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Casey was right. The movie was messy, but a stand out performance by one of our actresses could change that.
<div id="speakMC">“I agree. What kind of scenes do you think we should add?”</div>
I replied. I soon regretted asking her her for suggestions as my phone didn’t stop buzzing the rest of the night. Casey had barrels of suggestions for me. Most I tossed into the bin immediately, but a few of them were plausible enough to consider. I began revising the script, figuring out where to add the new scenes, and what had to be cut to make room for them. Casey and I bounced our suggestions back and fourth until we finally had something we both liked. It was now pretty late, early into the morning hours.
<div id="speakMC">“Get some sleep. Then meet me at the station at 11AM tomorrow.”</div>
I told her. I’d need to give school a miss. This was way more productive anyway. While Casey went to bed, I continued planning. I could use the Reborn app to refresh myself anytime I felt tired. My concern now wasn’t with our ideas, but Casey’s ability to pull them off. She was an amateur, and some of the emotions she needed to portray were beyond her ability. I knew what she was capable off, and I knew that she needed to rapidly improve. Fortunately, Casey thought far too highly of herself. I could improve her acting ability one thousand-fold and she’d never realise that she had gotten suddenly better. I opened up the Reborn app and looked through its features. Really there was two ways I could do this, alter her perception of reality to make her believe that she was her character, and that the scene was real. Or improve her acting ability.
<div id="speakMC">“Realism doesn’t really make for good movies though...”</div>
I decided I’d go with modifying her capabilities. That of course had its own set of options. Take the talent from somewhere else and give it to her or enhance her own abilities. I didn’t really have time go around and find the best actresses in the country. I’d have to enhance her strengths and hope that would do the trick.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Casey2]]</div>
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I wasn’t sure of the right way to fix this movie, but Evan might. As it stood the movie just felt too plain. Evan’s crazy ideas might be able to spice it enough to bring some flavour to it. Before I replied to him I had to think carefully about what I said. I knew already that his ideas tended to be unrealistic. I choose my words carefully, letting him know he could direct additional scenes, but to keep in mind that time was incredibly precious as we had essentially only one full day to get everything done.
<div id="speakEvan">“No problem. Any chance you can acquire some explosive special effects?”</div>
He replied.
<div id="speakMC">“No.”</div>
I sent back. I didn’t know where to even begin trying to acquire both explosives and the knowledge to safely use them. Plus even if I could, I’d probably need a special license which could take to get approved.
<div id="speakEvan">“Okay. We’ll just use special VFX effects then.”</div>
I sighed again. Using VFX, or 'Special Visual Effects Effects' as Evan just called them, required specialist programs and high-powered graphics cards to render them. We had neither.
I could have sworn I explained this to him already. Given our deadline it wasn’t an option. He came back with one final solution to give our movie some spice.
<div id="speakEvan">“How about a supermodel character then? It’s how Beagle May makes his movies less crappy.”</div>
It was a viable option. I didn’t follow my original direction, but at this stage I’d be happy provided our movie wasn’t complete garbage.
<div id="speakMC">“Can do. Tell me what kind of girl you need, and I’ll get her.”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“Girls.”</div>
He corrected in his reply. He seemed to already have an idea of what he wanted. Since he was taking over as director I could leave most things in his hands. An hour later he gave me a list of everything he needed. It was surprisingly realistic coming from him. He wanted young, tanned, athletic women. With the app I could certainly convince any woman I wanted to help, but at the same time I could just create his ideal women. Either way I’d need to take tomorrow off. I went to bed wondering which of the two options I should pursue.
<div id="choice">[[Convince real women to help]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Use the app to create the ideal women]]</div>
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I gave Dianna’s idea some thought. What we had was a bad movie, but maybe if we changed how the movie was portrayed then we could turn that around. I’m not saying Dianna’s idea was the best of them, but by far it was the easiest of the three to pull off. It would require very little effort on my part.
I told Dianna that I liked her idea and asked her for suggestions on the kind of dialogue she wanted to include. She said she'd watch the movie a couple more times, and record her thoughts then turn those into a monologue that could be used to save the film. Since there wasn’t much for me to do I just relaxed the rest of the day. When I first saw how bad our film was I thought I might have to take a day off school to fix it, but with this new plan that wasn’t necessary. The only problem was that I had all the recording equipment. I’d have to meet up with Dianna after school to get her lines recorded.
<div id="choice">[[Next day|Dianna1]]</div>
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I put away my phone and returned to my computer screen. It was a mistake asking them for ideas. I’d have to fix this myself. I watched the movie again, and again, making notes of what could be improved upon.
<div id="speakMC">“No. That isn’t it. I can polish this turd for as long as I want, it’s still going to be a turd.”</div>
The movie needed major restructuring. Something about it had to change. Maybe if I altered the start I could completely change the tone of it. Or perhaps a hidden plot twist at the very end to recontextualize it? I spent the entire night writing down ideas, spinning in my chair, then tossing the ideas in the bin.
<div id="speakMC">“I have the power to do anything, so why can’t I make this movie work?”</div>
I looked at the app. Since acquiring this power I had never felt so powerless. I looked through its features trying to figure out how I could use it to help. Maybe I just wasn’t creative enough. I used the app to change my personality, making me the most creative person on the planet. Ideas began pouring out of me at that point, but they all ended up in the bin. I decided to get some sleep and reset my brain. I hoped that inspiration would come to me in the morning.
The following day at school I was on the constant look out for Abby. I found out which class she was in, but in doing so also discovered she was absent. I tried again to contact her to get her opinion, but she was again ignoring all my attempts to contact her.
<div id="speakMC">“I hope she is alright.”</div>
I was becoming worried about her. Perhaps I’d gone too far by insisting that I help her. Maybe it was because her cast were borderline useless, or perhaps she was simply depressed that the movie was utter crap. I wanted to help her, but how?
<div id="speakMC">“If only… Of course!”</div>
It hit me. Like water from a ruptured dam inspiration surged fourth and filled my being. I knew how to fix the film. The moment I got home I began looking through the footage I’d taken and found what I was looking for. On several occasions I’d tested the camera by just filming what was around me. More than once I had focused in on Abby while doing so. I had more footage of her than I realised. I began putting it together. Her expressions were always so empty. I never realised it while filming, but she never smiled. She always looked uncertain, as if her thoughts were being weighed down by something.
<div id="speakMC">“I can use this.”</div>
If I turned her into the central character, and the rest of the scenes being things she was witnessing then it would tell a powerful message. A lone silent girl, watching the heroes squabble over their pity differences. I was glad I had never deleted anything I’d recorded. I had no shortage of footage of Evan, Dianna and Casey complaining and arguing. I chopped up and reorganised the footage. I completely changed the direction of the movie, turning it into a story about Abby. The others wouldn’t be happy, but this wasn’t their movie, it was Abby’s. I was going to make her realise that. I worked through the night putting everything together. Editing and re-editing it until I was close to what I envisioned.
With only minutes to spare I managed to get the new film submitted on time. I rubbed the sweat of my brow and laid back on my bed. I decided to not show any of the others what I’d done to the film. They all had invites to the festival so would get to see it there. I just hoped Abby would show up to it. She still wasn’t replying to me.
<div id="choice">[[Film Festival|FilmFestAbby]]</div>
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The train station clock ticked over to 11am. Casey still wasn’t here. I waited another ten minutes, growing impatient as I waited for the girl who was meant to be taking this seriously. I checked my phone. No messages from Casey, or from Abby. She still hadn’t replied to the message I sent everyone last night.
<div id="speakCasey">“Sorry I’m late!”</div>
Casey shouted drawing my attention away from my phone.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll need to cut all your scenes to make up for it."</div>
I joked back. We weren’t on that tight a schedule.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s get a move on. We have other people waiting on us. I’ve secured us the filming locations.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“What about the others?”</div>
Sillyly Evan and Dianna had both refused to go along with our changes to the script.
<div id="speakMC">“They won’t be coming, but that is alright, I’ve found some ‘body doubles’ to fill in for them.”</div>
I had the images of everyone involved in this project stored in the Reborn app. A few tweaks and I’d be able to turn myself into someone with a different face but looked identical to them from the back and side. Since the camera would be focused on Casey for these extra scenes I wouldn’t need to show anyone else’s face.
The first scene only required Casey. She was on a balcony alone after what is implied to be a business meeting. I targeted her with the Reborn app, and by modifying her personality I was able to bestow upon her incredible acting talent.
<div id="speakMC">“And action.”</div>
I called out. Let’s see what these changes can do.
<div id="speakCasey">“Why?”</div>
She cried out, her voice emotionally pained.
<div id="speakCasey">“Why do I feel I am merely someone else’s property.”</div>
She conveyed powerful feelings into each world. Her tone adjusted to her changing emotions. Her voice was powerful, dramatic and perfectly clean. She recited her lines perfectly and her timing was flawless. It was great.
<div id="speakMC">“And cut.”</div>
I called out as she finished her last line.
<div id="speakMC">“Perfect. No reason for another take. Let’s move on.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Really? I knew the others were holding me back. If they had been here we’d be reshooting this scene over and over.”</div>
It was amusing listening to her talk to highly of herself when she didn’t deserve to be. Well whatever. It was the kind of personality most actresses had.
Throughout the rest of the day we completed the rest of the filming. Once I had everything I needed I retreated back to my bedroom in the late evening to put it all together. I managed to get it finished in time for submission. I let Abby know, but she again didn’t respond. Now all that was left to do was attend the festival and see what the audience thought.
<div id="choice">[[The Festival|FestCasey]]</div>
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It was time. Casey and I were sitting in the audience as our film began to play. Casey was excited. She hadn't seen the updated film yet and had very high hopes for it.
Those next five minutes felt like there were over before they began. When it came to an end we heard a strong round of applause from many of the people who had been watching, but it wasn't a standing ovation.
It was a success, but I felt something was still missing. Maybe not from the film, but from the experience as a whole. At the end of our film I saw someone in the crowd stand up and leave. It was Abby. I didn’t realise she had been here. Her expression seemed very glum. I was about to get up to go after her, but Casey grabbed my wrist to keep me seated. I sat through the remainder of the short movies with Casey.
Afterwards I saw Casey speaking with some big industry names. Her performance had caught a lot of attention from talent seeking eyes. She was happily eating up all the fame.
<div id="speakCasey">“Joe!”</div>
Casey suddenly called over to me. I walked over and she pulled me to the side to whisper in my ear.
<div id="speakCasey">“They said they want me to attend some auditions for bigger roles, but they’re asking about an agent to send them my info.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And?”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“I don’t have an agent. Can you do it?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Me?”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“You’re the closest thing I have to one. Please Joe, this is my big chance. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Anything huh?”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Anything means anything, I think I’ll take her up on that offer]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[This was a fun distraction, but I’m done now]]</div>
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Anything is anything. I saw something to gain in this.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">"Thanks. You will not regret it!"</div>
After saying that she introduced me to the people she’d been speaking with. Each one of them handed me a business card with their contact details and website. I had no idea what I was meant to do, so I stole that information from some of the actual agents. Once I had their knowledge I got to work. It was my job to get Casey work. Those auditions were just the first step. I mingled with the crowd and found plenty of potential opportunities for Casey to take her acting further. At the end of the event we hadn’t won the award for best short film, but we had impressed the right people.
Afterwards we got invited to an afterparty. The venue was in one of Redrock’s more exclusive clubs. Access was invitation only, and we got our invitation from one of the directors Casey spoke with. Since it was an open bar Casey and I got a little drunk. We managed to find out way into the back of a taxi at the end of the night that got us home safely, but we had a taste of the Hollywood life-style, and we both wanted more of it.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|CaseyEnd]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“No thanks. I’m sure they can set you up with one if you ask nicely.”</div>
Was Casey capable of ‘asking nicely’? Well it wasn’t my problem. I helped myself to the free refreshments and enjoyed the atmosphere a little more then headed home. My film days were over. I’d already returned everything I’d borrowed. Abby never replied to any message I sent her, and so I soon stopped trying.
This week hadn’t gone as I intended, but it had been fun. Maybe next week would be even more enjoyable.
To be continue in week 3
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The following week Casey attended and passed her first audition. I had gone with her since I held all the important information. After she received the news we decided to get a drink to celebrate.
<div id="speakMC">“Congratulations.”</div>
We chimed our glasses together.
<div id="speakMC">“Looks like you are going to be a big movie star now.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“About time the world recognised my talent. Now all I need to do is get a proper agent."</div>
She was joking obviously. If she did toss me aside, I'd take what I'd given her with me.
<div id="speakMC">“Before you toss me aside, isn’t there something you are forgetting?”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“What’s that?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You said anything.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Well…”</div>
She drank the rest of her glass in a single gulp.
<div id="speakCasey">“It just so happens I’m a little 'excited' tonight.”</div>
Her hand was now on my knee. We looked into the other’s eye and leaned forward. First our lips met, then our tongues.
“Ahem.”
The bartender reminded us this wasn’t the place. Casey grabbed my half-empty glass and drank what was left.
<div id="speakCasey">“I’m going to the bathroom… feel free to follow.”</div>
She squeezed my leg then stood up. I waited until I couldn’t see her then stood up as well. I entered the women’s restroom. Luckily there was only one person in there and she was expecting me. I locked the door behind me then approached Casey. She threw her arms around me as I lifted her up by the thigh then pressed her against the wall. We resumed our wet kiss as we got physical. Our clothing came loose. I pulled down her panties, then I freed the hard erection from my pants. I slammed my cock into her soaking pussy as she gave a lustful cry.
<div id="speakMC">“Not you’re first time huh?”</div>
I whispered to her as I began thrusting.
<div id="speakCasey">“Sorry to disappoint you, but I popped my cherry when I was fifteen.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’m not disappointed.”</div>
I began thrusting harder.
<div id="speakMC">“I'll admit, this is my first time having sex in the woman’s restroom.”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Really? It’s my third.”</div>
This girl really got around a lot. Our bathroom fuck session ramped up. Our pleasure reached their max and we both hit climax, cumming hard. I kept her pinned to the wall, my cock keeping my cum inside her stuffed pussy.
Afterwards Casey cleaned herself off and we both left the bathroom. I ordered a second round of drinks, hoping a second round of sex would follow. Sadly, time wasn't generious tonight.
<div id="speakCasey">“Sadly I need to get home and practice my lines. If you see any more auditions for roles I might like, then don’t hesitate to apply me for them.”</div>
For the time being I would remain as Casey’s manager, guiding her along the path of becoming a super star, and ocassionally endulging in the pleasures of the flesh with her.
After her first movie was a hit she went on to land bigger parts. As her popularity grew so did my pay check. I was soon working full time as the manager to one of the biggest movie stars on the current generation, reaping all the rewards that came with it.
~ End - Super Manager ~
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I got up early to search for some real women to convince to join us in our film endeavours. Not to insult them, but Casey and Dianna weren’t supermodels. I knew what Evan wanted so I searched the city for someone of her description. I started my day at 7am, and only met up with Evan at 11am, but by 1pm we had still to find the 'perfect' women that he envisioned.
<div id="speakMC">“We are running out of time. We have to film this stuff today as well."</div>
I explained to him.
<div id="speakEvan">“Yeah I get it, but this needs to be perfect. We can’t just grab anyone!”</div>
He was annoying. As we sat at the food court eating lunch he suddenly sprung up from his chair and yelled.
<div id="speakEvan">“Her!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Who?”</div>
He was boldly pointing across the food court at a woman who looked like she was twenty years old. She had a nice tan, fine build and exotic black hair.
<div id="speakEvan">“She is perfect.”</div>
She was also looking at us, as were a few others.
<div id="speakMC">“Put your hand down, you’re making a scene."</div>
I hissed at him before she ran from us. If we'd been older someone would have already called the police.
<div id="speakEvan">“I’m going to go talk to her.”</div>
Evan couldn’t be stopped. He got up and made his way towards her. Fortunately, he also took the attention his outburst had caused with him. With people no longer looking at me I took aim at the woman with the Reborn app.
<div id="choice">[[Use the app to control her]]</div>
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Just before 11am I met up with Evan, and I wasn't alone.
<div id="speakMC">“Evan, let me introduce you to Michelle, Jessica and Lin.”</div>
With me where three attractive young women. Or more precisely they were women now. A few hours ago, they had been pigeons. Using the app I turned all three of them into attractive beautiful women that any straight unmarried man would be all to glad to spend time with. Each of them also held my memories, but I’d adjusted their personalities to make them unique and give some variation. They understood what they were, and what their purpose was. They were also all completely fine with it. This arrangement meant I didn’t have to give them orders to control their every movement. After we were done filming I’d just combined their memories with mine then return them to normal. Essentially I’d just split myself into four people and would be recombining once our task was done.
<div id="speakEvan">“Ladies, it is a pleasure to meet you. Has my co-director explained everything?”</div>
Evan casually slid in the fact he was now a director.
“Oh we can’t wait. We are happy to be in your movie. Just tell us what you need us to do."
My girls replied, almost speaking over each other. Everything was ready so we got started.
The first location of Evan’s I’d arranged for us was the beach. Each of the girls were carrying a bag filled with various items of clothing Evan had requested. First up, bikini’s. Evan explained the details of the scene. He proposed that the movie open with a shot of the girls playing volleyball on the beach. As the girls went to change Evan pulled me aside.
<div id="speakEvan">“Joe, where did you find those three beauties?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I told you, I’m the producer, anything you need I can get.”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“Right. Honestly, I thought you were all talk, but serious how did you do it? You must have some connections or did you win big in the lottery or something?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I know the right things to say to the right people."</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“You’ve got to teach me.”</div>
He was practically begging.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s just get this movie done first.”</div>
The girls returned all now clad in skimpy bikinis. I felt a little bad. It wasn’t exactly bikini weather. The sky was polluted with clouds threatening our sunlight. We filmed as much as we could before the sun was choked behind a grey blanket. While we waited to see if it would clear I asked the elephant in the room question.
<div id="speakMC">“How does this fit in with the rest of the movie?”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“Oh? It… um… well you’re doing the editing, you figure it out.”</div>
For a director Evan didn’t have a clear direction. I should have known. His instructions were also a bit questionable. He was giving instructions like ‘giggle a little more’ and ‘try to moan as you hit the beach ball’. Eventually we finished up at the beach. We spent the rest of the day following Evan around, filming out completely unrelated scenes and wondering what the hell we were going to do with the footage. He requested the film close with the girls having a pillow fight in their nightwear, and an after credits scene with the girls repairing a car in very short jean shorts and wet t-shirts. He had requested some scenes be filmed at night it wasn’t until after 10pm that we finished. My opinion of Evan had changed greatly throughout the day.
<div id="speakEvan">“Well we are done, how about a drink to celebrate?”</div>
Evan asked the girls. He just wanted to spend time with them.
<div id="speakMC">“Evan I need to get home and review this footage.”</div>
And figure out what the hell I was meant to do with it.
<div id="speakEvan">“That’s alright. You can head home. Oh, but can you send me all the raw footage later? I want to review it.”</div>
Yeah, ‘review it’. I’m sure he’d be doing that with a box of tissues nearby and his hand in his pants.
<div id="speakEvan">“So girls, how about? First round is on me.”</div>
I looked at the girls. I didn’t want to leave Evan alone with them, but then remembered they would act as I would act, and later I’d just add their memories to mine so I’d know what happened. They were looking at me wondering what I’d do.
<div id="speakMC">“You girls have fun.”</div>
I really needed to get this movie sorted.
<div id="speakMC">“I mean it, go have ‘fun’.”</div>
“Okay Joe, we’ll have lots of ‘fun’.”
They understood what I was telling them. We both had formed the same opinion of Evan, and I knew what they planned to do. I’d use the app's Memory Replay function later to relive the experience.
<div id="choice">[[Relive The Experience]]</div>
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We escorted Evan to his choice of bar. He was eager to spend time with us so simply choose the nearest place that looked like it sold alcohol. The place in question was the bar of a hotel restaurant. It was fancy establishment, so the drinks weren’t cheap. After we found some seats Evan headed to the bar to buy us all the round of drinks he’d promised. He didn’t ask anyone what they wanted, and when he returned he was carrying four half-pints of beer. We had a feeling it was the cheapest alcoholic drink on the menu.
Unfortunately, none of us had any money. Evan eventually shelled out for another round of half-pints, but it barely enough to give us a buzz. He also wasn’t very interesting to talk to. He talked about his grand ambitions and what he was doing to achieve them, but his eyes were always focused on our chests. We fabricated a ridiculous backstory and he believed everything, nodding to our every word as his eyes bounced between us. Bored shitless, the three of us decided to tease him a little.
<div id="speakEvan">“So, do any of you have boyfriends?”</div>
He asked us.
“Oh no, we are all single. Although, there is someone at this table who interests me…”
I said as Lin. I saw Evan gulp as he summed up the courage to ask who.
<div id="speakEvan">“And who might that be?”</div>
He expected for Lin to say him, but instead she grabbed Michelle by the cheeks and kissed her. They both got fully into it, kissing deeply until Jessica decided to join in. She grabbed Michelle, forcing her to face her then they kissed. Evan was forced to watch. If his hand came near any of us we batted it away.
It was strange having the memories of all three of them in my head. I was reliving all three of their experiences at once. I felt both the pleasure of giving and recieving while also watching. I could remember vividly them kissing one another, making Evan incredibly jealous as a payback. All three of us, with Evan in tow, took the make-out session to a hotel room. There we tied Evan to a chair. He was allowed the pleasure of watching three beautiful women strip down to their underwear as they kissed and fondled each other. His hard cock demanded our attention, but recieved none of it.
Our kissing moved from our lips down to our pussies. Evan watched as the three of us pressed out naked bodies together, exchanging pleasure in an experience that went above anything I’d ever felt. As I relived the memories I wished I could have been a part of it, but in a way, I was. It was an amazing night filled with cries of pleasure, and Evan's jealous looks.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|ManyJoe1]]</div>
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Michelle, Jessica and Lin arrived back at my house early Saturday morning. I should have returned them to normal, but after adding their memories to my own then reliving what had happened I was hesitant to return them to normal.
<div id="speakMC">“I got the film finished, take a look.”</div>
I showed them what I had done although I suspected their opinions would be identical my own. The four of us watched it and all came to the same conclusion.
“It’s a bit… how do we say it… porny?”
I understood what they wanted to say. We were the same person at heart after all. The new scenes helped give the film something, but that something was like softcore porn. The movie had some substance to it now, but that substance wasn’t going to win any awards except at an adult film festival. The deadline was only a few hours away now. Fixing it was impossible.
<div id="speakMC">“Well, I am not submitting that."</div>
I almost deleted it, but they stopped me.
"Why waste it? Just remove everything with Dianna and Casey then upload to an adult website."
I thought about their suggestion. At least then it wouldn't go to waste.
<div id="speakMC">“Good idea. I’m still jealous of the fun you had. Those were some good memories. I might just use the app to relive them a second time.”</div>
There was a brief pause as we all thought about what I had just said.
“Why don’t we…”
Everyone said at once. We had all just had the same thought.
<div id="speakMC">“We don’t we film it next time and sell the video?”</div>
I finished the sentence. I thought about the knowledge and experience I’d gained over the past week. I had the skills needed to break into the adult video industry. I had three supermodels already, and if I needed more I could create more. I put my hand forward into the middle, and the other three of me piled their hands on top mine.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s do it!”</div>
We cheered throwing out hands into the air.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|ManyJoeEnd]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/futurecard.png">
I finished setting up the camera, while another me finished setting up the room. Meanwhile in the next room several women who were also me were getting changed into their sexy sleepwear.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright we are ready to start in here.”</div>
I checked that the livestream and saw hundreds of paying customers have tuned in to watch our newest video live. When I originally came up with the idea of using the Reborn app to branch into the adult video market I had no idea how successful I’d be. The women stepped into the furnished bedroom and I started recording. They started with a deep kiss as they pressed their bodies against each other. I could cater videos to any taste or fetish. Our adult website had millions of views every day, many of them paying a subscription fee. Within a year of receiving the Reborn app I’d become a millionaire. I owned a large house where seven different versions of myself lived in harmony. That number increased when needed. I was living a dream, except thanks to the Reborn App it had become a reality.
~ End - Many A Joe ~
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It was time. Evan and I were sitting in the audience as our film began to play. Casey and Dianna had both refused to come after seeing the changes I’d made. That wasn’t surprising. A lot of their scenes had been but cut in favour of Evan’s new footage. As the film played I felt Evan nudge me. He was excited and barely able to stay in his seat.
<div id="speakEvan">“Yes… Yeah… Nice…”</div>
He was whispering words of praise as he watched. When it came to an end we heard some applause, but it quickly subsided.
<div id="speakEvan">“I think they liked it."</div>
Evan was delusional. Out of every film that we’d seen so far, our's had gotten the coldest response. At the end of our film I saw someone in the crowd stand up and leave. It was Abby. I didn’t realise she had been here. Her expression seemed very unhappy. I was about to get up to go after her, but Evan called me out.
<div id="speakEvan">“Hey be respectful, they saw our amazing movie, we should humour them by also watching theirs.”</div>
I remained seated. Might as well get something of out this. Some of the movies were good unlike ours. Afterwards I saw Evan walking around trying to mingle and hand out business cards he’d had printed. People were happy to shake his hand and take a business card from him, but most of them ended up in the trash. It went without saying that this had been an utter failure. I helped myself to the open buffet then left, leaving Evan to resume his grand delusion that our film had actually been good. My film days were over. I’d already returned everything I’d borrowed. Abby never replied to any message I sent her anymore so I soon stopped trying.
This week hadn’t gone as I intended. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
To be continued in Week 3
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Throughout the day I was constantly on the lookout for Abby, but upon checking the school register I discovered she’d taken the day off. That was a bit concerning. I dug a little deeper. I discovered her mother had called the school that morning to say she was just suffering from a bad stomach. Well such things happened.
Afterschool I met up with Dianna. There was a slight change of plan though. She invited me to her house when I suggested her coming to mine. I headed home, grabbed everything we’d need and then headed out again. Dianna’s home was only a few miles out from the city centre so reaching it was easy. I arrived at her home and looked around. The yard was completely out of control and there was an old dishwasher at the rear of the cracked driveway gathering rust. I rang the doorbell and was soon welcomed inside by Dianna. The inside of her house wasn’t any better.
<div id="speakMC">“Are those Christmas lights?”</div>
I noticed the red, yellow and green lights running along between two nails in the wall.
<div id="speakDianna">“And? We only turn them on at Christmas.”</div>
I was speechless. This house looked like they had inherited it from an elderly relative who had passed on ten years ago, and then done absolutely nothing with it since then. Ascending the stairs to Dianna’s room was like traversing a minefield. I wasn’t surprised that when I entered her room that it was also a mess. Clothes littered the floor, and a mash of posters covered the walls. There was no specific theme, it just looked like she had ripped posters from whatever magazines she had read and stuck them to her wall. Her bed, which looked like she had just gotten out of it, was covered with pages that looked like she’d torn them straight from a book. She began collecting them then handed them to me.
<div id="speakDianna">“Here’s my notes, tell me what you think.”</div>
Her handwriting was the neatest thing I’d seen since entering the house. I began reading through the notes.
<div id="speakMC">“I mean, it looks good, but so did our film until I put it together. See’s let how it fits in.”</div>
I began unpacking my equipment. Just when I was about to get started recording her lines, I heard a voice call up the stairs.
"Dianna, dinner is ready.”
<div id="speakDianna">“Okay mom, be there in a minute.”</div>
Dianna then turned to me.
<div id="speakDianna">“I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes, just continue getting it set up.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Huh…”</div>
I couldn’t think what to say to follow that up. Surely if this was going to be a problem she could have just told me to come half an hour later than what I had?
<div id="speakDianna">“Don’t worry, my parents are okay with you waiting up here.”</div>
And then she just left. I was speechless and annoyed. I took a moment to calm myself.
<div id="choice">[[I’d just have to wait|DiannaPlain]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I wanted to get started but I’d need her voice|Dianna2]]</div>
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Everything was ready to go. I just needed to wait patiently of Dianna to come back. In the meantime, I read through her notes again and picked out a few bits and pieces that could do with changing. Eventually, after leaving me in her room for almost forty minutes, she returned.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh wow, sorry I forgot you were up here.”</div>
And that was her excuse.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t worry about it.”</div>
Because she clearly hadn’t.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s just continue.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Choo choo.”</div>
I explained to her the changes I wanted to make. She decided to at least give them a try, so we got started and began recording the new audio. We spent the better part of two hours recording lines, rerecording them, recording them again. Just when I thought things were going well Dianna decided to drop some bad news.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh we need to finish soon. I’m heading out to the club later."</div>
She explained with not an ounce of regret.
<div id="speakMC">“And you couldn’t tell me sooner?”</div>
Honestly, after getting to see how carefree and disorganised she was I half expected this to happen.
<div id="speakMC">“How soon?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Well I need to start getting ready in maybe like fifteen minutes.”</div>
I looked at what I already had then sighed.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright.”</div>
We had recorded most of it already. We quickly recorded the rest, and did some alternate takes just for good measure. I’d just have to merge it all together when I got home. I left Dianna's house and returned to my own. I spent the rest of the night trying to bring together what we had into a movie. When I was done I was left with what I’d call an improvement over our previous endeavour. Dianna had a good voice, and her monologue, while amateurish, distracted from the fact our movie lacked substance. It was something that I could at least be proud to have worked on. As for the question of was it any good, no, but it wasn't terrible. I submitted it the film festival page, then got some rest.
<div id="choice">[[Film Festival|FilmDianna]]</div>
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She said fifteen minutes, but she’d also been the last to arrive at almost every filming session we had this week. I wanted to get started on fixing our film, so I fired up the Reborn and scrolled across to where I had Dianna’s image saved.
<div id="speakMC">“Glad I copied her when I had the chance.”</div>
I’d done the same to Casey and Evan, just in case I needed to replace them in movie. With a little copy and pasting, I altered my own voice so that I sounded just like her.
<div id="speakDianna">“Testing, testing, one two three.”</div>
It was weird hearing a girl’s voice come out of my mouth. It sounded a little different from when Dianna spoke it, but I presumed that was just the tape recorder effect. I did a quick test recording, played it back and confirmed my voice was identical to Dianna’s. I quickly moved onto the first scene and watched it back while reading aloud Dianna’s notes. It didn’t quite fit, but I understood where I’d gone wrong. I did it again, and again, and again. On the fifth try I got it right. I added the new audio over the existing video and played it back.
<div id="speakDianna">“This might work.”</div>
It sounded good, and it distracted from the movies flaws. I checked the time. Twenty minutes had passed since Dianna left.
<div id="speakDianna">“Did she forget about me?”</div>
Maybe I should just keep her voice and do it all without her. She’d probably get a little suspicious though when she heard her voice doing lines she’d never recorded. I practiced her lines a little more as I waited for her to show up. Another ten minutes passed.
<div id="speakDianna">“Seriously where is she?”</div>
How did she expect anything to get done? I picked up the page and read out the next line.
<div id="speakDianna">“I felt uneasy, could I trust this man? A part of me wanted to, but perhaps not for the right reasons.”</div>
Suddenly the door was thrown open. Dianna jumped inside and looked at me.
<div id="speakDianna">“Whose voice did I just hear?”</div>
She asked, searching for the source.
<div id="speakDianna">“Just a…”</div>
Shit. I’d only said two words, but she immediately picked up the change in my voice. She glared at me suspiciously. I quickly tapped on my phone and tried to undo the changes.
<div id="speakDianna">“Joe... Did you just speak using my voice?”</div>
I targeted myself with the app and undid the change.
<div id="speakMC">“No.”</div>
I replied, faking confusion.
<div id="speakDianna">“Lair.”</div>
Her eyes dotted to my laptop and noticed something. She pushed me out of the way and stopped the recording. She then played it back at full volume. There was no way to stop her without being suspicious.
<div id="speakMC">“I can explain. I’m using voice alteration software and…”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Joe I’m not computer illiterate. I can see you don’t have such a program open.”</div>
Shit. I was in a corner.
<div id="choice">[[Tell the truth|Dianna3]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Alter her memories|DiannaPlainAlt]]</div>
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It was time. Dianna and I were sitting in the audience as our film began to play. Casey and Evan had both refused to come after seeing the changes I’d made. That wasn’t surprising. They both disagreed with the monologue idea from the very start. Dianna meanwhile had for the first time ever shown up on time for something. As our short began to play the audience went quiet and listened.
Seeing and hearing our film on the big screen with the surround sound make a massive difference. Despite having seen this film played back several times in all its stages of production, this new experience was very enjoyable. I liked, and when the film ended, so did many others. There was honest clapping all around us as some people discussed it between themselves. Amongst them I saw someone in the crowd stand up and leave. It was Abby. I didn’t realise she had been here. Her expression seemed… how do I say it… let down. It was as she had been expected something more, but gotten much less. Those nearby seemed to think better of it. I heard compliments being whispered, but as the next film started people quickly forgot about ours.
Some of the movies were decent, but a few of them were amazing. Afterwards Dianna and I hit the open buffet table. We talked with some of the other people at the event, engaging in some light discussion and complimentary each other’s efforts. Overall though nothing came of it. We didn’t win an award, which I had expected. Dianna didn’t seem to have any interest in continuing, so neither did I. My film days were over. I’d already returned everything I’d borrowed. Abbey never replied to any message I sent her anymore so I soon stopped trying.
This week had been an alright week, but as Monday morning rolled around I found myself back where I had started. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
To be continued…
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<div id="speakMC">“Okay. So I was using voice alteration software… but it literally alters you voice… among other things.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Joe…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’m telling the truth.”</div>
What better way to prove it than show her. I targeted her with the app and gave her my voice.
<div id="speakMC">“Tell me the truth… Joe…”</div>
She realised it.
<div id="speakMC">“Wow… My voice!”</div>
She tried clearing her throat and failing that took a drink of water. It didn’t help.
<div id="speakMC">“See? I have an app on my phone that let’s me change people’s voices… and maybe more.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“More?”</div>
Man it was weird hearing someone else speak with my voice.
<div id="speakMC">“Well. I can change your voice, and pretty much everything else. I mean everything. I could turn you into me if I wanted.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You’re shitting me? Do it. Do it now. I want to see.”</div>
Well if she was so insistent. I targeted her with the app and gave her a full body make over. Now there was two of me sitting in this bedroom.
<div id="speakMC">“Holy shit!”</div>
She jumped up and struggled to keep her balance.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m… not me!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You’re me.”</div>
Not that that needed explaining.
<div id="speakMC">“Can I be someone else?”</div>
I had a few people saved. I targeted her again and transformed her into Casey.
<div id="speakCasey">“Oh my god!”</div>
She suddenly reached for her phone. I could tell she was planning on taking a picture.
<div id="speakMC">“Stop! What are you doing?”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Huh? I’m taking a selfie. I’ve got to share this.”</div>
I knew it.
<div id="speakMC">“This is a secret. If the entire world finds out that I have this power then it’ll be trouble… for me!”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Oh lighten up.”</div>
She proceeded to try and take the photo. As if I’d let her. I switched over to the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“You will not take any photos of yourself while transformed, and you will not tell, or otherwise communicate with anyone about the power I have. You will keep it a secret between us.”</div>
And problem solved. Thank the maker for the poser function. Dianna lowered her phone.
<div id="speakCasey">“Maybe you’re right, but we’ve got to have some fun with this.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What about the movie?”</div>
<div id="speakCasey">“Forget it. This is way more fun than making a movie.”</div>
Was she only interested in the movie because ‘it was fun’, and she had the guts to tell the serious people how to do it. Well I guess that I was only taking part as well for a similar reason.
<div id="speakMC">“So what do you have in mind?”</div>
I asked her.
<div id="speakCasey">“How about, you transform into me and pretend to be me in front of my parents?”</div>
Easy. Well, easy if I stole her personality and some of her memories. I didn’t fully trust her so I’d keep the fact the app could alter memories and control people hidden. I returned her to normal, then it was my turn.
<div id="choice">[[Transform into Dianna]]</div>
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Dianna entered the room unware it was the second time she had done so.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh wow, sorry I forgot you were up here.”</div>
And that was her excuse for taking so long.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t worry about it.”</div>
It wasn’t the only thing she had forgotten. I’d used the app to cover up my screw up. I’d gotten rid of the evidence from my computer as well. She was none the wiser so it was time to get properly get started.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s just continue.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Choo Choo.”</div>
I explained to her the changes I wanted to make. She decided to at least give them a try, so we got started and began recording the new audio. We spent the better part of two hours recording lines, rerecording them, recording them again. Just when I thought things were going well Dianna decided to drop some bad news.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh we need to finish soon. I’m heading out to the club later."</div>
She explained with not an ounce of regret.
<div id="speakMC">“And you couldn’t tell me sooner?”</div>
Honestly, after getting to see how carefree and disorganised she was I half expected this to happen.
<div id="speakMC">“How soon?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Well I need to start getting ready in maybe like fifteen minutes.”</div>
I looked at what I already had then sighed.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright.”</div>
We had recorded most of it already. We quickly recorded the rest, and did some alternate takes just for good measure. I’d just have to merge it all together when I got home. I left Dianna's house and returned to my own. I spent the rest of the night trying to bring together what we had into a movie. When I was done I was left with what I’d call an improvement over our previous endeavour. Dianna had a good voice, and her monologue, while amateurish, distracted from the fact our movie lacked substance. It was something that I could at least be proud to have worked on. As for the question of was it any good, no, but it wasn't terrible. I submitted it the film festival page, then got some rest.
<div id="choice">[[Film Festival|FilmDianna]]</div>
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As we stood in line to get into the club Dianna pointed him out to me. Brad Vulcan, tall, blonde, and full of himself. Almost immediately he approached Dianna. To stay of his radar Dianna and I were pretending to not know each other.
“Hey babe.”
He greeted her.
“Thanks for saving me a spot.”
He pushed into the spot in front of her without asking.
<div id="speakDianna">“Don’t call me babe, why are you here Brad?”</div>
“Wow, I’m just chilling and looking for some cheap drinks. It’s not like I knew you’d be here.”
I had to turn my brain off to preserve it. His words were a health hazard. The line slowly moved forward. The entire time he was trying to strike up a conversation with Dianna.
“Listen, that other girl meant nothing to me. She just wouldn’t leave me alone. She was all clingy you know?”
<div id="speakDianna">“Save it. I’m not talking about this here.”</div>
Dianna wanted to save this conversation for a private room where each of his lies would carry consequence. In the meantime I needed to take a peak into his memories to understand just what the truth was. Over the next ten minutes as I transferred more and more of his memories to me. Transferring memories in chunks made them a lot easier to digest. I could also throw away anything I didn’t need, leaving me only with the truth. By the time I reached the door I knew a lot more about Brad than I wanted.
When I got inside I headed through to the back. The club’s private rooms were located upstairs behind a locked door and several bouncers. The bouncers held the key, and with the help of the Reborn app soon I did too. The private rooms were usually reserved for VIP guests. Using the Reborn app that was what Dianna and Brad became. The bouncers were all equipped with portable radios and earpieces. I borrowed a set, placing the radio in the private room while I listened in on an earpiece set to the same frequency. I returned to the dance floor to find her still being pestered by Brad. I gave her the signal that everything was ready. Her cold tone suddenly changed. She invited Brad to follow her into the backroom to explain the truth. As they past the bouncers I targeted Brad with the app. I then followed them and took a seat in the room next to theirs.
<div id="speakDianna">“Alright Brad, give me one good reason I should forgive you.”</div>
Dianna began. I could hear her perfectly in my ear.
“Babe, you’re the only girl I want to be with.”
His first lie. I modified his body to be slightly smaller then hit apply.
“Rebecca means nothing to me.”
<div id="speakDianna">“Rebecca?”</div>
Dianna enquired. Rebecca was the name of the girl Brad was currently seeing. However when he had been two-timing on Dianna it had been with another girl named Emily. Dianna had no idea who Rebecca was.
“I mean Emily!”
My brain was starting to hurt again. I shrunk him down some more.
<div id="speakDianna">“You have another new girlfriend?!?”</div>
Dianna had picked up on the mistake.
“No.”
Another lie. How had he not noticed anything by now. Dianna had, I could hear her trying not to laugh.
“Babe, I’m lonely without you. I can’t sleep because I keep thinking about you.”
As I hit apply once again he finally noticed.
<div id="speakDianna">“You’re such a pitiful tiny man Brad.”</div>
Dianna couldn’t resist making a joke about his current size. He'd gone from being over six foot to below four.
“What’s happened to me?”
<div id="speakDianna">“You messed with the wrong girl that’s what. So tell me Brad, tell me all about this ‘Rebecca’.”</div>
“Did you do this? I’m sorry for cheating on you.”
Oh he’d finally confessed to cheating… but I knew he wasn’t sorry about it so I shrunk him some more.
“Please stop this!”
He begged.
“I’ll change, I’ll never cheat on your again.”
He had no intention of changing, time to shrink some more.
<div id="speakDianna">“Brad, when will you stop lying to me?”</div>
“I’m not lying! I’ve never lied to you babe.”
Double lie. Shrink and shrink. He was now only two foot tall. I could hear Dianna laughing.
“Please turn me back.”
<div id="speakDianna">“Okay, but first, tell me the name of every girl you made out with while you were meant to be dating me.”</div>
“It was just Emily!”
And a girl named Mandy, and another girl he didn’t even remember the name off. I couldn’t believe he was still trying to get out of this by lying.
<div id="speakDianna">“Lair.”</div>
Dianna said, pretty much spelling it out to him.
“I’m telling the truth.”
Which of course was a lie. He just wouldn’t stop lying. Eventually the app began refusing to shrink him any further, leaving him at a measly 6 inches tall. Finally he got the hint.
“I’ll really be honest this time, just turn me back.”
<div id="speakDianna">“Only if you ARE honest."</div>
Dianna replied.
“I was already dating Emily when I hooked up with you. I was getting bored of her and was going to break it up since I now had you, but I didn’t.”
That was all true, so I restored some of his height, well, I was going to, but an empty battery symbol took over my screen blocking me.
<div id="speakMC">“Whoops.”</div>
I hadn’t charged my phone since his morning. Using the app to mess around at Dianna’s house, persuading the bouncers to give us this room, and then constantly change Brad’s height had drained it to oblivion. I tried to restore him to normal before my phone shut down, but upon hitting apply the screen went dead.
“She had no idea I was also dating you. I kept it a secret from her.”
Just when he finally had done something right. I let him confess everything. When he was done he asked Dianna to turn him back. That was when I knocked the door. Dianna opened the door a crack half-expecting to see a bouncer. When she saw it was me she left the room much to the dismay of the tiny man who could no longer reach door handles.
<div id="speakDianna">“What is it?”</div>
She whispered.
<div id="speakMC">“My phone’s dead. I can’t return him to normal until I charge it.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“What? Seriously? How long will that take?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“It would take me about 40 minutes to get home, then I’d have to plug in my phone and charge it.”</div>
There was another problem, while quitting the app didn’t reset the current target, turning off my phone did.
<div id="speakMC">“After I charge it I need to reselect Brad as the target.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Shit really? Then… I can’t stay here for that long.”</div>
Getting home, getting enough charge into my phone, and getting back here would take at least 2 hours. We had only one choice. Take Brad with us now, and return him to normal later. Dianna re-entered the room and I returned to listening in.
<div id="speakDianna">“I’m glad you’ve started being honest, but I’m not convince you’ve learned your lesson. I think I’m going to let you stay like this for a little while longer. Since you are so eager for an invite back to my bedroom I’ll grant you that privilege.”</div>
“No! Turn me back! Hey what are you doing? Put me down!”
My guess was that Dianna had just picked him up. She dropped the tiny 6-inch man into her handbag. He tried to call out for attention, but this was a nightclub. Nobody could hear his tiny voice over the sound of the music. Since he also couldn’t see outside of his leather prison I was able to meet up with Dianna again. We shared a taxi, taking us first to Dianna’s home, then to mine. I plugged in my phone the moment I was back in my room.
<div id="speakMC">"Sorry Brad."</div>
I laughed. I wasn't sorry, tonight had been fun.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|Dianna5]]</div>
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I was up early and on my way to Dianna’s house as soon as it was feasible. My phone was fully charged so I could return Brad to normal. I let Dianna know I was coming. Upon arriving I was shown the way up to her room.
<div id="speakDianna">"Be quiet as you enter."</div>
Dianna instructed then slowly opened the door. Sitting on a table in the centre of the room was a doll’s house. Sleeping in the upstairs bedroom was Brad.
<div id="speakDianna">“I kind of like him like this."</div>
I had to admit, it was amusing seeing a fully-grown man napping in a tiny plastic house.
<div id="speakMC">“Well, shall we return him to normal?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“I guess we have to. I wouldn’t mind leaving him like this. Maybe we could shrink down some more people and start a community.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Yeah… that’s going to raise too many questions. I hope nobody has reported Brad missing.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“It’s fine, they probably think he is just out sleazing around.”</div>
That was true. I had enough of Brad's memories to know he often crashed on the first bed or sofa he ended up on after a night of drinking. We carefully moved him from the tiny bedroom to Dianna’s bed, then returned him to normal size. The shift caused him to wake up instantly. I quickly put my phone behind my back.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh you’re awake.”</div>
Brad sat up and looked around.
“You’re a crazy bitch, I’m getting out of here.”
He quickly made for the door without saying a word to me. I didn't need to erase or alter his memories. He didn’t know about the app and nobody would believe the story of a compulsive liar. I watched him run down Dianna’s driveway and across the road, frequently turning back to ensure he wasn’t being chased.
<div id="speakDianna">“Well that was fun.”</div>
Dianna dropped down onto her bed.
<div id="speakDianna">“I think my desire for revenge has been satisfied.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What did you do to him?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“I just had a little fun. Don’t worry about it.”</div>
I was tempted to peer into her memories, but it was probably better if I didn’t.
<div id="speakDianna">“That phone app of yours is so much fun… we could do so much with it.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Like?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Well… we could make the best amusement park ever. While Brad was super small it reminded me of something. I used to, as a child, wish I could shrink down and explore the world my doll's lived in. Like i'd build them slides using cardboard, or swings using string and and pencils. I wanted to play on those so much, but naturally I was far too big. With the app we could make an amusement park, but make it really small, then we shrink people so it is the same scale as them.”</div>
It was an idea that might work.
<div id="speakMC">“I see.”</div>
We could build attractions using children’s construct sets. It would be easy and sounded quite fun. The child in me wanted to do it, but the adult in me wanted to do something else with this power.
<div id="choice">[[Obey your inner child]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Resist the temptation like an adult]]</div>
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Dianna’s idea sounded fun. The inner child in me wanted to build a massive slide many times my size and slide down it at speed. We could make the world’s best theme park, at a fraction of the price it would take to build it for real. The possibilities in my mind were growing the more I thought about it.
<div id="speakDianna">“How small can your magic thing make us?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Last night I shrunk Brad down to as small as I could, so about 6 inches.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“So there is a hard limit?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Seems like it.”</div>
Despite the app’s capabilities, it did have limits.
<div id="speakDianna">“What would be a good size. Oh I know.”</div>
Dianna left and headed to a room down the hall. When she came back she was cradling in her arms numerous toilet roll tubes. She had at least a dozen of them. Using good pair of scissors, she cut them all in half. Next she got out the tape and began taping them all together into a long slide. When she was done she had a cardboard half-pipe stretching across her room. It went from the top of her shelf to a pillow she’s set on the floor.
<div id="speakDianna">“So who’s first?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll let you test it.”</div>
And if anything went wrong it wouldn’t be the person who knew how to use the app that was injured. I targeted Dianna and in a single action reduced her size. Her entire body scaled down until she was just six inches in height. I easily picked her up and moved her to the top of her wardrobe.
<div id="speakDianna">“Wow.”</div>
She looked across her room.
<div id="speakDianna">“I feel so small from up here.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well you are."</div>
I pointed out.
<div id="speakDianna">“I mean, this is actually really scary. I’m so high up.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Not from my prospective.”</div>
She walked carefully over to her improvised slide. She gripped the edges and showed hesitation as she looked down. Perhaps we'd started with something too long.
<div id="speakDianna">“Here I go!”</div>
She threw herself forward and began sliding down. The problem was cardboard was that it had a fair amount of friction. Combined with Dianna’s low mass created a slow descent. Dianna was sliding, but rather slowly. She had to push herself forward with her hands to keep her momentum up. It went without saying that thanks to her slow speed she reached the bottom without injury.
<div id="speakDianna">“I think I needs improvement!”</div>
She yelled up at me. I returned her to normal size.
<div id="speakDianna">“But first, your turn.”</div>
She held open her hand, gesturing for me to give her my phone. I hesitated. I still had a little distrust, but my inner child wanted this.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay here.”</div>
I handed her my phone. I explained how to use the Reborn app’s modify function. A moment later she used it on me, shrinking me down to the same size she had been not long ago. She picked me up, and held me in her hand.
<div id="speakDianna">"Wow, so small... and yummy looking."</div>
Suddenly she opened her mouth and held me above her. I looked down, seeing a hole big enough to swallow me. The prospect filled me with terror.
<div id="speakMC">"Dianna!"</div>
<div id="speakDianna">"I'm joking."</div>
She closed her mouth and laughed.
<div id="speakDianna">"You'd taste awful. Would you ever eat a whole mouse? No."</div>
It had still been terrifying. She gently lifted me up to her wardrobe. From there a different kind of terror hit me. I experienced the same feeling she had. Being so high up was terrifying. At least I knew the slide had been tested. I grabbed the edges and threw myself down the carboard surface. My inner child cried with joy as I went down. Like Dianna I had to assist gravity a little, but it was still exciting. I reached the bottom and told Dianna to return me to normal which she did.
<div id="speakDianna">“Okay that was fun. So what is the next step?”</div>
She asked me.
<div id="speakMC">“The next step is we visit the toy shop.”</div>
<i>Several hours later...</i>
It was late. The owner of Alexander’s Toys watched the last of his staff leave the carpark and head home for the night. Normally at this time he would turn off everything but the emergency lights, set the alarms and lock up the shop. Tonight was different. He didn’t move from his spot. He was waiting for the return of the two who had visited him that afternoon.
“Ah you’re back."
He greeted Dianna and I as we returned.
“Please, follow me.”
He led us into his store and locked the door behind us. Tonight, Dianna and I had free run of this place. This four-storey department store was the biggest toy shop in the city. It could be said it was more than a toy shop, it was a tourist attraction. To a kid this place was a wonderland. The presentation of the shop was designed to make it feel magical. A lot of toys were on display which was why Dianna and I had chosen to come here. The owner was under the influence of the poser. He’d let us do whatever we wanted.
<div id="speakDianna">“I’ll take the first and third floor, you take second and fourth.”</div>
We split up and began gathering ideas for what we could do. It didn’t take us long to come to the conclusion that construction sets were the way to go. Lego wasn’t ideal being expensive and uncomfortable, but other sets that used interlocking sticks to create high structures, and motors to carry out simply gear based functions were ideal. We spent a small fortune buying everything we thought we might need to create an amazing theme park experience.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|ToyEnd]]</div>
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I had a very different idea about the kind of ‘attraction’ we could make. I looked at Dianna and tried to think how best to word what I was about to say.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Dianna, have you ever heard of the giantess fetish?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“You mean stuff like the 50-foot woman?”</div>
She had some idea then.
<div id="speakDianna">“When I was giving online dating a try I met a guy who was into that stuff, which was why I blocked him. He was really gross. I wish I could show you the chat logs. Anyway, why do you ask?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well I was wondering you wanted to help me test something. We know the app can shrink people until they are six inches small… but what about the opposite?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“You want to turn me into the 50-foot woman?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well yes, but educational purposes.”</div>
A half-truth, but she didn’t need to know that.
<div id="speakDianna">“Well… I suppose I could give it a try, but what happened to being discrete? A lot of people are going to notice if there is a 50-foot woman walking around.”</div>
That would be the biggest problem. People were going to make a huge ruckus, but there was another way. I scrolled down the app’s final update. Mass Memory Alteration. The power to make everyone believe that the changes were always present. If I turned Dianna into a giant, then used that, what would happen? My curiosity demanded answers.
<div id="speakMC">“I can cover it up. So what do you say? Want to become a giantess temporarily?”</div>
Not that she has a choice. Even if she says no, I can just use the app to change her mind.
<div id="speakDianna">“I am curious, okay let’s go for it.”</div>
That’s that way. For obvious reasons we headed outside and away from Dianna’s home. We found an unused lot of overgrown land. Dianna stood in the centre, and I stood on edge and targeted her. It was the moment of truth. I increased her height to the 'maximum’ and hit apply to what that maximum was. Dianna’s height rapidly increased and increased. She went past 50 foot, reaching a final height that was double that. I cranked my head upwards as Dianna looked down on me. Across the city people had begun to point and stare at the 100-foot woman that had just appeared.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hello!”</div>
Dianna yelled, her massive lungs carrying her voice a great distance. Well there was no way to erase the memories of everyone who had just seen her, so fired up the Mass Memory Alteration and hit apply, setting myself and Dianna as the exceptions. Hopefully this would work, otherwise I’d need to get home fast and get my phone charged. The screen went blank as the battery died. Across the city those pointing at Dianna suddenly lost interest. To them this was now just an ordinary occurrence. This 100-foot woman was just another one of the cities residents.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hey Joe, the views pretty nice up here.”</div>
Dianna reached for me. There was no way to stop her from man handling me and lifted me up onto her shoulder. I gripped the thankfully thin material of her blouse for dear life. If I fell I had a long way down. After I had secured my hands I looked forward. She wasn't kidding, this was some view. Dianna took her first careful step. She began walking along the road, taking care to avoid crushing anyone’s car beneath her. At first I was nervous, but once that passed I started to enjoy it. It was exhilarating.
<div id="speakDianna">“Car.”</div>
Dianna warned before skipping over the driver and continuing along her way. The driver also resumed business. In the minds of everyone who saw us Dianna was as normal as the rest of humanity.
<div id="speakDianna">“So, you happy up there or would you move down to a more ‘cushioned’ area.”</div>
If I had read that right she was talking about her breasts.
<div id="speakMC">“How can I say no to an offer like that?”</div>
I replied. She lifted me from her shoulder and dropped me down into her top. My legs sunk into the space between her breasts as I tried grabbed onto the fabric of her bra. I was living a fantasy. With each step her boobs jiggled a little, and I had to fight to avoid being sucked down inside. It was worth the struggle though. Behind crushed between a 100-foot woman’s chest was weirdly erotic. I enjoyed the journey to the fullest, certain that many of the men who seen me would be filled with jealously.
I had no complaints as Dianna walked me back to her home this way. Her size meant she could cover a wide distance with each step. Plus she didn’t need to follow the roads. She could take shortcuts through fields and people’s back gardens provided there was room. Avoiding cars and people was a bit of a nuisance. It terms of journeys, this was easily the best journey I’d ever had.
Upon arriving back at Dianna’s house I plugged my phone into her charger. As I did so her mother appeared and began talking to her causally. If anyone would see an issue with Dianna being so large it would be her, but she didn’t question it. The app truly was a device of mystery. I targeted Dianna as she was still talking to her mother and returned her to normal size.
“Dianna! What’s happening to you?”
Dianna returning to normal size alarmed her. She began to panic as Dianna tried to calm her while I just laughed. Before it could get out of hand I used the Mass Memory Alteration again, restoring everyone’s memories of Dianna to normal. Once her mother had calmed down Dianna came up to her room to scold me for messing around.
<div id="speakDianna">“You should have warned me, that was completely unexpected."</div>
She complained.
<div id="speakMC">“My bad. Next time I’ll warn you.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Yeah sure. I will say, being a giantess was fun. Speaking of which, how did you enjoy your ride?”</div>
She nudged me with a sly look on her face.
<div id="speakMC">“It was enjoyable.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“I bet you were hard the whole time.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I decline to answer.”</div>
I joked back. Dianna was looking at me and I could tell there was something on her mind.
<div id="speakDianna">“You know it was kind of fun, want to continue?”</div>
Was that a trick question?
<div id="speakMC">“I’ve already undid the changes…”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Yeah, but for this kind of fun I think it would be better if you were small and I was just normal sized.”</div>
That could work. I shrunk myself down with the app to as small as I could go. Dianna was now many times my size again.
Several minutes later and we were both naked. She lifted me up as she laid down on her bed and set me on her stomach. It wasn’t the easiest surface to stand on. My feet sunk into her skin slightly. Her breathing forced me to constantly adjust my balance. I walked up and squeeze through her fleshy mounds until I could see her face.
<div id="speakDianna">“Want to try kissing me?”</div>
She teased. We tried, but while all I could do was suck on the tip of her tongue, she was able to lick my entire body with a single movement. Kissing her lips wasn’t on the table, so I climbed back onto her chest. I began to toy with her erect nipples. My small hands were able to rub and tease them in a way larger hands couldn’t.
<div id="speakDianna">“That feels weird, but in a good way. Keep going.”</div>
I did as she asked. I toyed with her nipples, but her lust was growing faster than I could satisfy it. I moved away from her breasts, and downwards to her pussy. I crawled across the surface of her stomach until I was staring down her shaved pussy. Perhaps a little hair would have been helpful as I had nothing to grip. I carefully lowered myself by pushing against her thighs. My face came to rest opposite the little pink nub that was her clit. I opened my mouth and sucked on it. It barely fit, but the action of my tiny tongue send chills of pleasure racing up Dianna’s back.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh shit!”</div>
She cried. I kept on going, teasing her with my tiny body as she started toying with her breasts with her hand. The movement of Dianna’s body caused my hands to slip. I feel down, rubbing my entire body against her clit as I feel.
<div id="speakDianna">“I’m gonna cum."</div>
She cried. At the worst possible time she came. Salty juices sprayed my entire body as I landed between her legs on the soft duvet. I cleaned myself up and looked at the pink fleshy cave in front of me. I reached forward, pushing open her folds to look inside.
<div id="speakDianna">“Joe, hold still.”</div>
A massive hand suddenly grabbed me. I kept my body as rigid as possible as Dianna slowly inserted me, feet first, into her sex. It was the easily the strangest situation I’d ever found myself in. Her pussy wrapped around me, embracing my body up to my shoulders in its warmth. My erect cock was pressing against her vagina tissue. She carefully began to move me. I kept my body stiff as she used me as a fuck toy. When she finally pulled me out I was soaked.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hmm…”</div>
She held me above her. I looked down at her eyes trying to figure out what she was planning. She began to lower me towards her mouth, opening it wide.
<div id="speakMC">“Dianna!”</div>
I tried to object, but she didn’t listen. She lowered my feet into her mouth, followed by my waist. She sucked on my body like a popsicle then lifted me out.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hmm… tasty.”</div>
She teased. She set me back down on her belly.
<div id="speakDianna">“That was fun, but now I need some proper satisfaction.”</div>
I jumped off her chest as she sat up. It was time to return me to normal. She reached for the app and targeted me. I waited for her to return me to normal, but that moment didn’t come.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hey… so you know how I was a giant? How about…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No.”</div>
I turned down her suggestion instantly.
<div id="speakMC">“I would like to return to normal now.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Would you now?”</div>
She looked down at me and smiled.
<div id="speakDianna">“Alright.”</div>
She returned me to how I was before.
<div id="speakMC">“Shall we continue?”</div>
I was ready for proper sex.
<div id="speakDianna">“Do you need to ask?”</div>
She pulled me down onto her bed where we would remain for the next hour.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|GiantEnd]]</div>
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<div id="speakDianna">“That’ll be $40 for a family ticket.”</div>
Dianna told the family that had come to visit our theme park. They were a little sceptical. Theme parks tended to be massive, yet Dianna appeared to be directing them into a tunnel.
Deciding they could always just demand a refund they paid up and stepped into the tunnel lit by green and blue lights. Suddenly they walked out onto a brightly painted surface with massive teddy bear five times the height of the father bearing down on them. We'd advertised a massive theme-park built to look like it was constructe from children's toys. Little did they know it didn't just look like it was made from toys, it really was built using toys.
“Wow!”
The children let out cries of joy as they looked around. To them they had just entered an amazing wonderland. There were slides, rooster coasters and various other attractions.
“It’s like a giant toy store.”
The mother joked unaware of the truth. In the tunnel I had put them into a trance and moved them to another tunnel, except that one was a fraction of the size. The tunnel led them out into a miniature world, but to them it was now a massive one. Dianna and I had fully explored and tested every aspect of it. After we'd had our full we decided to open it up to others to make back some of the money we'd spent. It had turned out to be very profitable. I'd never imagined that when I got the app I'd use it to create such a crazy experience, yet here I was, and with Dianna at my side helping every step of the way.
~ End - Mini Amusements ~
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Dianna had grown fond of walking around town as a giant. She had become a bit of a sadist, teasing people who were helplessly smaller than her. I still couldn't find a way to make the transformation process easier. Everytime I changed her size I had to alter the memories of everyone to avoid a mass panic.
I watched Dianna sitting in the middle of the street as I waited for my phone to charge. Kids were using her body as a climbing frame as cars waited for her to move so they could pass. It was strange. People understood she was much larger than them, but in their minds it was all perfectly normal.
<div id="speakMC">“Normal but different, the app sure has a strange way of functioning.”</div>
<div id="Hunter">“You have no idea.”</div>
I heard a voice behind me. I turned and saw a strange woman with unusual white hair. How did she get into my house?
<div id="speakMC">“Um… hello?”</div>
<div id="Hunter">“Hello. I don’t care for this encounter so make this easy by handing over the Reborn app.”</div>
She knew about that?
<div id="speakMC">“Who are you, and how did you get in?"</div>
<div id="Hunter">“I’m a hunter who hunts people misusing the app’s power. I need only one look at the woman behind you to know you fit that category. Thank you for making you so easy to find you.”</div>
<div id="speakDinna">“Joe who is she?”</div>
Dianna had noticed what was going on. Her large face was leaning against my bedroom window.
<div id="speakMC">“I don’t know, but she wants to steal the Reborn app from me.”</div>
I grabbed my phone, yanking it off the charger as I jumped from my bedroom window, landing in Dianna's soft clevage. I grabbed the fabric of her blouse as she stood up. Hunter pursued me, jumping from my window and landing on my front lawn.
<div id="Hunter">“Steal?”</div>
Hunter laughed at us.
<div id="Hunter">“It isn’t yours. You have no right to it, so hand it over before I get mean.”</div>
She held her open hand upwards. Did she expect that to work?
<div id="Dianna">“Hey, do you realise how small you are?”</div>
Dianna wasn’t going to let some woman a fraction of her size order her around.
<div id="Hunter">“Is that how you want to do it?”</div>
She was laughing. Suddenly she too began to grow rapidly in size. Dianna suddenly found herself facing off against someone who equalled her in size. It was just like with Dianna, but I hadn't used the app. Did she have an ally?
<div id="Hunter">“How does that saying go? Pick on someone your own size?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Joe, what do I do?”</div>
Dianna was at a loss. If they fought then they’d cause havoc to the area, my house included. We quickly retreated to a nearby park. People may perceive Dianna as normal, but this woman was another matter. Hunter threw the first punch, and as a fight broke out between them and people began to flee in terror. Dianna was losing, and I was barely hanging on. I had to help. I targeted Hunter with the app, but she was completely unaffected by it.
<div id="speakMC">“What the hell?”</div>
Suddenly the world began to spin. With a powerful kick Dianna had been knocked to the world. The ground rumbled as Dianna hit the dirt. I rolled off Dianna's body. I begged my phone to hurry up so I could use the app. Unfortunately a giant hand pinched the back of my shirt and lifted me several dozen feet into the air. Hunter held my level with her face as she smiled.
<div id="Hunter">“You should know, you never stood a chance against me.”</div>
She began to shrink down, keeping a firm grasp of my shirt as I moved closer to the ground. When there was about 10 foot left she let go. I feet and suffered a bad landing that knocked the air from my lungs and left me struggling to breathe.
<div id="Hunter">“I commend you for managing to stay under the radar for almost two weeks, perhaps you should have continued if you didn't create a giant walking 'here I am' sign.”</div>
She had found my phone. She returned Dianna to normal size, then looked down at me.
<div id="Hunter">"I'll be taking this, but since you are so fond of giants I'll let continue living in a world of them."</div>
My body began to shrink. I was helpless to do anything as my body was reduced to a tenth of its previous size. Then she simply walked away, leaving me in a world that was now much bigger. Dianna fortunately found me soon after, but we were left with a lot of explaining to do. Hunter didn't adjust the memories of the world to compenstate for what she had done. A lot of questions were asked about why I was now tiny, and why Dianna was now normal sized. They were questions even we didn't have the full answers for.
I never saw Hunter again. And without the Reborn app I had no way to return to normal size. It wasn't all bad though. There were things in the world that only a man of my size could do. My food decreased significantly as a result of my size, and there were a number of other perks as well.
The only downside was that Dianna's sadistic tendencies hadn't vanished, and on more than one occasion I was played with like a toy. My life was certainly different, but it wasn't all bad.
~ End - A Small Man's Life ~
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I was sat in a cushion theatre seat with Evan, Dianna and Casey all on my left. On the big screen in front of us were all the short films that had been submitted so far. I knew Abby was in here somewhere. I had spotted her on the way in, but she had slipped through the crowd before I could say anything to her.
<div id="speakCasey">“I hope you fixed our movie Joe or we are going to look bad in front of everyone."</div>
Casey whispered across to me. The movies we had already seen were leagues better than what we had originally created. I hadn’t shown them my edits. They’d see for the first time the movie we’d spent all week making soon. I felt nervous. I had no idea how anyone would react to it. There was silence as everyone had their eyes glued to the screen. It began, and five minutes later it ended. Silence.
<div id="speakCasey">“What the hell…”</div>
Casey gripped my wrist while hissing at me, but her voice was suddenly drown by a spontaneous applause. Everyone in the theatre was applauding. It was the greatest reception any movie thus far had gotten. Casey let go, surprised people were applauding. Dianna and Evan were both surprised as well. They hadn’t been expecting this, especially after seeing what I had started with. They were shocked to see that I had completely changed the tone of the movie, cutting down a lot of their screen time and painting them in a negative light.
The festival theatre began to quiet down. Everyone returned to their seats, except for one. I saw Abby stand up and head for the door. I immediately got to my meet to pursue her. I was in the exit column, so I had little trouble getting out to pursue here.
<div id="speakMC">“Abby!”</div>
I called out to her once in the lobby. She turned, saw me, and began running for the door. She wasn’t paying much attention though as she ran straight to a door that was locked. After failing to get out that way she tried for another door, but I’d already caught up to her.
<div id="speakAbby">“Abby wait! Where are you going?”</div>
She stopped and looked at me. I saw tears in her eyes.
<div id="speakAbby">“Joe… what was that?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What was what?”</div>
<div id="speakAbby">“The movie! What did you do to it? Why did you do it? I don’t understand how you… made it so great.”</div>
She reluctantly admitted her true thoughts.
<div id="speakAbby">“It was a good. I was moved. I didn’t realise what I’d been doing until you turned it into art.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well it wasn’t easy, but I think I did an alright job. What do you say we head back inside and see the rest?”</div>
There were still other films to watch. It would be rude to not see the hard work other people had put in.
<div id="speakAbby">“I’d like that.”</div>
I headed back inside with Abby. She had an empty seat next to hers, so I sat down beside her and watched the remainder of the films. Afterwards it was time for the awards. I felt Abby grip my wrist as the winner was announced, and my heart skipped a beat as the name of our film was called out. Abby was crying again as she accepted the award she never expected to win. Afterwards she tried to give it to me, claiming I deserved it more, but I told her to keep it.
Evan, Casey and Dianna left us alone. They mixed with the crowd and enjoyed the free food, happy to be a part of the winning film. As the event was ending Abby asked me the question I’d expected her to ask.
<div id="speakAbby">“Joe, would you be interested in making another movie with me?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Sure. I had a blast, and we work together well. So, when’s the next film festival?”</div>
She giggled and smiled at my response. Finally, I had managed to get that face to crack a smile.
<div id="speakAbby">“Not for a while, but that gives plenty of time to prepare.”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|WK2AbbyEnd]]</div>
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Wearing my best suit, I stepped out of the limo to a sea of camera flashes. Ten years ago I’d won some small award for putting together a 5 minute film. Today I was walking down the red carpet of the most prestigious film awards on the planet. I turned around and held my hand out for Abby who grabbed it as she stepped out wearing an absolutely stunning dress. Each camera flash lit up one of the small stones embedded in its fabric. It was beautiful, and expensive, but our latest film had just broken the $1 billion mark at the box office so we could afford a few luxuries.
I waved at the press as I walked down the carpet. There were two things in my life I was truly grateful for, one was the Reborn App, and the other was Abby. Unfortunately I’d lost the Reborn App shortly after I embarked on this path, but thanks to Abby I was able to accomplish all this without it. She was passionate, and once I broke her out of her shell she was amazing. Tonight I would no doubt add another award to our collection, and I had no plans of stopping anytime soon.
~ End - Hyper Director ~
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I lifted up my lunch from one table and set it down on another.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys.”</div>
I greeted Jeremy@@.imgpopright.jeremy;(!)@@ and his friends with a friendly smile. I wasn't really friends with any of them, and their cold response showed it.
<div id="speakMC">“Dave exploded and died, mind if I sit down here?”</div>
They didn’t immediately answer. This group lacked strong social skills. There was an arua of 'someone should tell him no', but nobody wanted to be the one to speak up. By the time they realised they would have to speak up the opportunity had passed.
<div id="speakMC">“So, what are you guys all talking about?”</div>
There was another slight delay before Jeremy answered.
<div id="Jer">“Dungeons & Dragons. We have a club afterschool and were discussing our plans for later.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I see.”</div>
Never played D&D. Wasn’t really my thing. I sat back as they resumed their conversation. I’d played enough video games to be able to follow the converstation. It seemed like they were discussing starting a new campaign. Even after I finished eating I continued listening having nothing better to do. Something I picked up on was that it was a four-player campaigned, but excluding Jeremy who would be the Dungeon Master, they only had three.
<div id="Jer">“Hey Joe, do you know anyone at school who might be interested?”</div>
Suddenly a question came my way. All attention was on me. I guess I owed them a response since I had decided to suddenly sit with them.
<div id ="choice">[[Suggest someone else]]</div>
<div id ="choice">[[Volunteer to join]]</div>
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I quickly called upon the powers of the Reborn app. Erika@@.imgpop.erika;(!)@@ wouldn’t appreciate me just pretending we were friends, so I had to make her think that we were. I secretly gave her an order with the poser, then grabbed my lunch and moved from one table to another.
<div id="speakErika">“Oh hey Joe.”</div>
Erika greeted me with a cool smile. Erika was born to be a rock star. Her curly hair was styled back that she rocked better than anyone I’d met.
<div id="speakMC">“How’s the band going?”</div>
Sitting with her was her three bandmates. Yamato, Kerry and Sally. My question must have hit a sore spot as everyone turned their gazes away from me. They were all looking at table, avoiding eye contact with each other.
<div id="speakErika">“It’s… going great… we are just taking our time…”</div>
Erika words sounded depressed.
<div id="speakMC">“What’s the problem?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Where do we even start…”</div>
Kerry@@.imgpopright.kerry;(!)@@ spoke with a hushed voice. I wasn’t sure he intended for me to hear that. None of them seemed to want to talk about it. If that was the case, then I’d just take the information I wanted. I targeted Erika with the app and did a refined memory transfer.
The band was struggling to say the least. So far, they had only performed in the school, and they were desperate for something more. When Erika formed the band, she did so with the hopes of going pro. That was over four years ago. Redrock city had no shortage of opportunities for undiscovered bands. Every other street in the downtown area had some form of music club, many willing to let school bands perform as a warm-up act in exchange for exposure. Unfortunately, the down town area had a bad reputation, and Erika’s parents were very protective, something that clashed greatly with her rebellious personality. Since the music clubs couldn’t allow minors to perform without a guardian’s permission, all of Redrock’s music clubs were ruled out. Recently though Erika had turned 18 which granted her the freedom to perform without her parent’s consent, but now the other band members were the problem.
<div id="speakSally">“I won’t be able to come to practice today."</div>
Sally@@.imgpopright.sally;(!)@@ declared first. Nobody was surprised, she had been skipping practice at an increasing frequency lately.
<div id="speakYam">“That’s fine, I was thinking of joining in that football tournament anyway.”</div>
Yamato@@.imgpopright.yamato;(!)@@ added.
<div id="speakKerry">“My shoulder’s a bit sore, I’ll need to skip as well.”</div>
And there went Kerry, pretending to rub his shoulder. I could see the problems this band was facing very clearly.
<div id="speakErika">“That’s fine, I understand."</div>
Erika chuckled, but when the laughing faded her true emotions showed on her face. Hopelessness. Her dream was falling apart, and she had no idea how to save it. The silence between these four friends was deafening. Erika’s band, if it could still be called that, was at breaking point. It was in moments like these that one looked around and wondered if they would ever perform together again. Lunch ended without anything being resolved.
The rest of my classes that day went by without anything interesting happening. I didn’t have anything planned so prepared to just head home. As I was leaving I spotted Erika walking towards the music room. Curious, I followed her. I thought her bandmates had bailed on her. The music rooms were in their own corner of the school building as to keep the sound in one place. I watched Erika enter the instrument storage room, grab a black guitar case and take it into one of the practice rooms. It wasn’t long before the tune from her guitar began leaking out. Her voice soon joined it. I stood next to the door with my back to wall listening. She was good. She had formed the band four years ago, but had been practicing long before then. Suddenly the music stopped. I peered through and saw she had her back to door with her forehead pressed against the wall. Her shoulders were tensed, and I saw little movement.
<div id="speakErika">“Dammit!”</div>
She yelled out, venting her frustration. I quickly hid again before she saw me. She started her song from the beginning but made a mistake and restarted. She made another mistake shortly after and stopped.
<div id="speakErika">“What’s the point?”</div>
There was conflict and despair in her voice. She set the guitar down and slumped down on a stool. She remained still, sitting slumped down just flicking the guitar pick between her fingers.
<div id="choice">[[Go home|HomeWk2]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Help|Band01]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonHome.png">
Once lunch was over I wandered the corridors looking for something to pass the time. Unable to find a relief for my boredom I kept on wandering until the bell rang. With lunch over, and nothing but mundane classes for the rest of the day, I left my phone in my pocket and didn’t touch it until after school.
School was boring when your friends weren’t there to joke around with. The trend of mundaneness continued throughout the rest of the day. Everything that could have been a problem wasn’t one. Later that night, as I pondered if I should use the app to have some fun before bed, I heard a knock on my door.
<div id="speakMC">“Come in.”</div>
I called out. My father poked his head through the door.
“Joe, are you doing anything tomorrow afterschool?”
<div id="speakMC">“Nothing planned.”</div>
In an alternate universe I might have been playing football, making a movie or having band practice, but not this one.
“An old friend of mine is coming to visit. I was just checking if you’d be here or not.”
<div id="speakMC">“Like I said, I’ve no plans.”</div>
There wasn’t much else to say than that.
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
He closed the door again, leaving me to myself. An old friend of my fathers? And inviting them here? That was rare. I might just have to keep my schedule free.
<div id="choice">[[Keep Schedule Free]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonSchool.png">
I knew a few people who might be interested in that kind of thing. Dave was a contender, but he was critically injured so I had to think of someone else.
<div id="speakMC">“Have you tried asking any girls?”</div>
Yumi might be interested. There was a distinct lack of females among this group. Nobody answered which hinted that the answer was no.
<div id="Jer">“The girls wouldn’t want to play with us.”</div>
They showed their clear lack of confidence to even ask.
<div id="speakMC">“That seems very presumptuous. You won’t know until you’ve tried.”</div>
They weren’t as believing as I was. No worries, the Reborn app existed to correct problematic personalities like theirs. The lunch hall was fairly empty now. With no-one behind me to see what I was doing, I pulled out my phone, booted up the Reborn app and targeted everyone at the table.
<div id="speakMC">“I order you all to be a little more confident. If you know a girl who might be interested in joining you, then I order you to ask her to join before the end of the day.”</div>
After that quick poser command, I put away my phone. Problem solved.
<div id="Jer">“I know who we can ask!”</div>
Jeremy was suddenly out of his seat. Another of the boys jumped up also having an idea of who to task. As a side-effect of my order the four of them quickly abandoned the table, leaving me alone once more. Well lunch was almost over anyway. I wished them luck and headed off to my next class.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Eat alone]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“I could join you guys.”</div>
It seemed interesting, and I didn’t have any other plans for afterschool. I looked around the table at Jeremy's friends. I believe their names were Billy, Nicolas and Rupert.
<div id="Jer">“That would be, um, cool.”</div>
They didn’t seem too enthusiastic. I didn’t let that bother me. I listened and tried to pick up on the important stuff. They asked me what kind of character I wanted to play. Having no idea, I let them decide. Jeremy seemed happy with that response, he had a few already made characters for me to choose from. They began explaining to me the basic rules and such.
<div id="Jer">“Since we are starting a fresh campaign with level 1 characters it will be very simple. The game gets more complex as you level up, so you’ve joined at the perfect time."</div>
Jeremy explained to me. I had no complaints if that was the case. They explained everything they could in the time we had, then bell rang signalling the end of lunch.
<div id="Jer">“We’ll meet in classroom 3-E after school. Hope you don’t decide to ditch us."</div>
<div id="Nic">“Wouldn’t be the first time.”</div>
Nicolas remarked quietly. Was that comment being directed at me, or was it just a statement in general?
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll be there.”</div>
I wasn’t lying. Five minutes after the end of school I was sitting down in classroom 3-E watching Jeremy and his group set up. They pushed some tables together, handed out empty books and some sheets with character information on them. Then few thick hardcover rule books were dropped onto the table with a thud. Dungeon Master's Guide. Players Handbook. Big Book O Monsters. Saxton's Guide To The Universe. Did we really need so many tomes to play this game?
<div id="speakMC">“You said it would be easy! Those books are massive.”</div>
It would take me weeks to read through all this.
<div id="Jer">“Don’t worry, most of it is references for me. You don’t need to worry about those.”</div>
I was handed a character sheet.
<div id="Jer">“You’ll be playing Syfina, the elf archer.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Syfina…”</div>
I couldn’t help but notice my gender was marked as female.
<div id="Rup">"What's wrong Joe? Uncomfortable playing as a woman?"</div>
Hah! They had no idea. If I wanted to I could do more than just play as one.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh right yeah, I’ve seen this joke before.”</div>
Making the new guy play a female character was one of the tropes this game was associated with.
<div id="Jer">“We have few others you could choose from.”</div>
I was passed a few other character sheets. My options for a male character were a dwarf with horrible stats, or a bird person that only spoke via mimicry.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll take Syfina.”</div>
With that sorted the game could begin. Jeremy took his seat as the Dungeon Master and began the adventure.
<div id="Jer">“You are four unrelated adventurers who happen to be all be inside the same tavern. You are sitting at a table together when suddenly a town guards rushes through the door. ‘Help, anyone? The town is being attacked by goblins’ he yells, looking to see who will stand up and aid him.”</div>
As introductions went, that was very plain. Might as well put some effort into this.
<div id="speakMC">“I leap up and yell, ‘I’ll help you’.”</div>
Next to me Nicolas did the same, and soon our entire party had rushed out of the tavern. We encountered a group of goblins fighting on the outskirts of the town. I was eager to see how dice based combat operated. This game was popular for a reason right? Combat was a big part of it so was bound to be good.
What followed was something I could only describe as a gruelling slugfest of disappointment. Each player and creature had a turn. There were ten goblins attacking us, and fighting alongside our four characters were several townsfolk and the guard who had called upon our help. That meant I got a turn once every twenty. The entire encounter took over an hour.
On my turn I'd pick a target, fire an arrow, do damage if I hit, and pass to the next person. Simple right? Not for everyone else.
Billy, our spellcaster, took forever to choose what spell he wanted to cast. Meanwhile Rupert, who didn't even have any spells, spent more time than necessary deciding on how he wanted to attack. Jeremy was by far the worse. He spent ages metagaming, trying to decide what order he wanted his goblins to attack in, who to attack, what tactics to use, and how to position them in a way to pressure us. They're bloody goblins! If they were capable of this level of cunning they wouldn't be the weakest of the weak.
A lot of dice were rolled, critical hits and critical misses were had by both sides, and while it seemed interesting at first it quickly became very boring. I was playing a very slow-paced game with people who just weren’t that interesting. When the combat finally ended we quickly looted the bodies, finding very little of worth except for Jeremy’s best friend, Billy, who somehow found a magical weapon with a special power that only benefitted his character. I may have been a complete newbie to this, but even I could tell Jeremy wasn’t the best, or even a good Dungeon Master. After killing the goblins, we just returned to the tavern to have a friendly chat about our characters. I explained my character's mundane life story to a group of strangers she had just met, and were apparently her adventuring buddies now. It was poor story telling at its finest. I was glad the school had rules about how long club activities could last for. After two hours, we packed up, returned the room to normal and headed home. I knew this game was popular, but I was bored shitless. I must be missing something.
At home I decided to do a little research. I found videos online highlighting what fun D&D could be when done right. The other Dungeon Masters were engaging, their story telling was top notch, and their players were all fully into their character, some going as far to even dress the part. And most importantly, combat was fluid and swift. Watching the pros made me want to continue, but Jeremy and his friends were just too mundane.
<div id="speakMC">“Nothing the Reborn app can’t handle.”</div>
I pulled out my phone and smiled. The app would really help everyone, myself included, get into character. The question was, did I want to continue to be a player, or should I dethrone Jeremy as Dungeon Master?
<div id="choice">[[Stay as a player]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Take over as Dungeon Master]]</div>
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It was now Tuesday. Dave was again absent. That was helpful, it gave me an excuse to encroach on Jeremy’s lunch table again.
<div id="speakMC">“Good afternoon guys.”</div>
I greeted them. They awkwardly shifted to make room for me.
<div id="speakMC">“I was doing some research and saw that typically D&D sessions will last between 3-4 hours. After school just doesn’t give us enough time to do things properly. I was thinking you all come around to my house one night for a full session.”</div>
<div id="Jer">“We’ve talked about it, but everyone either lives too far away or is too busy. School is the only place we can meet."</div>
Jeremy explained. I see. Well that wasn’t a problem for one of my power.
<div id="speakMC">“If I could get the teachers to extend club time, and allow us to stay on campus for an extra few hours, would you guys be up for that?”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Oh, believe me, we’ve tried.”</div>
Nicolas laughed at my suggestion.
<div id="speakMC">“I have a way with words. If you guys are up for it then I can make it happen.”</div>
They talked amongst themselves, discussing the possibility of it.
<div id="Rup">“It would be fine for me."</div>
Rupert was the first to say yes.
<div id="Billy">“I’ll need to check with my parents, and they are going to want to know what day."</div>
Billy's parents weren't that strict. I'm sure they'd agree, and if not, I'd make them agree.
<div id="Nic">“Yeah same for me.”</div>
The answers I got weren’t a resounding yes, but they were definite maybes. The possibility was now open for me to make this happen. Now all I had to do was get Jeremy alone. I followed him after lunch, targetting him when his back was turned to me. I began modify his personality, increasing his creativity ten fold, then issuing him a few orders so he'd fix his campaign.
<div id="speakMC">"Make your characters more interesting. Encourage us to roleplay seriously. Don't show favouritism. Improve the combat."</div>
I hoped my orders would turn that mess from yesterday into something fun.
Afterschool I approached the necessary teachers to have the rules changed to suit us. A simple command with the poser function and everything was sorted. Hopefully with all the changes I'd made tomorrow would be very enjoyable.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|DPP2]]</div>
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It was now Tuesday. Dave was again absent. That was helpful, it gave me an excuse to encroach on Jeremy’s lunch table again.
<div id="speakMC">“Good afternoon guys.”</div>
I greeted them. They awkwardly shifted to make room for me.
<div id="speakMC">“I was doing some research and saw that typically D&D sessions will last between 3-4 hours minimum. After school just doesn’t give us enough time to do things properly. I was thinking you all come around to my house one night for a full session.”</div>
<div id="Jer">“We’ve talked about it, but everyone either lives too far away or is too busy. School is the only place we can meet."</div>
Jeremy explained. I see. Well that wasn’t a problem for one of my power.
<div id="speakMC">“If I could get the teachers to extend club time, and allow us to stay on campus for an extra few hours, would you guys be up for that?”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Oh, believe me, we’ve tried.”</div>
Nicolas laughed at my suggestion.
<div id="speakMC">“I have a way with words. If you guys are up for it then I can make it happen.”</div>
They talked amongst themselves, discussing the possibility of it.
<div id="Nic">“It would be fine for me.”</div>
<div id="Billy">“I’ll need to check my parents, and they are going to want to know what day.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“Yeah same for me.”</div>
The answers I got weren’t a resounding yes, but they were definite maybes. The possibility was now open for me to make this happen.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh, and one last thing, I want to try taking the chair for this one.”</div>
<div id="Jer">“But you’ve only just started…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’m a very fast learner. I’ve been doing a lot of research.”</div>
That wasn’t a lie. I was seriously about being the new Dungeon Master so I’d stayed up late learning what I needed to for the role. They didn’t seem convinced. They all looked to Jeremy to see if he would voice out against me, but he was the kind of guy who didn’t say no when someone walked over him. Without any resistance I took over as Dungeon Master. I suggested we meet up tomorrow after school, and they all said they’d ask and see if they could.
Afterschool I approached the necessary teachers to have the rules changed in our favourite. A simple command with the poser function and everything was sorted. Now all I had to do was head home and plan out tomorrows adventure.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|DMP2]]</div>
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The final bell rang out signalling the end of school. I quickly escaped the classroom and headed to my locker where all the necessary items I’d need were being stored. Yesterday had been a busy day. I’d had a lot of prep to do, most of it involving the Reborn app.
In classroom 3-E I began setting up. I had throw together a rough map, some notes for adventuring, etc. I’d created some premade characters for everyone to play. It was very important that I knew what their characters appearance was beforehand for what I’d planned for them.
Jeremy was the first to arrive, followed by Nicolas and the others. We had three hours, and I planned to make those the best three hours of these four boys lives.
<div id="speakMC">“So, before we start, I have some characters for you all to choose from.”</div>
I began handing out character sheets. There were five in total and they included: Brack, the strong human barbarian, Catalina, the female elf wizard, Golgram Ironwood, the male dwarf warrior, Warren Deathspire, a half-elf warlock and finally, Mara, the Tabaxi bard. They looked through the character sheets, discussing amongst them which one they wanted to play. I didn't expect anyone to go with Mara, Tabaxi were a race of catfolk. Fur, claws, whiskers, the lot.
<div id="Billy">“I’ll take the cute cat girl.”</div>
Billy practically snatched the character sheet before anyone else got a chance to see it. He seemed a bit too enthusiastic if anything. Jeremy eventually took Catalina, leaving Nicolas with Golgram and the final member, Rupert, with Brack. Now that everyone had selected their characters, it was time to get started. I took a sip of water, then began.
<div id="speakMC">“The ship rocks as the violent waves crash against it. Your arms are tired from rowing, but the moment you try to rest a whip strikes you in the back, leaving behind a bloody mark on your malnourished skin.
‘Row harder slaves,’ a voice booms from behind. ‘The sooner we get to port, the sooner you can all be put to work in the mines.’ You curse the day you were caught off guard by the slavers, and each day since you have wished you had died fighting instead of being shackled in iron. Suddenly a massive wave strikes the side of the ship, it begins to rock, and you begin to slide in your seats. Another wave strikes the boat, you hear shouting from above. Even the man whipping you has stopped to grab onto something. It appears you have been caught by a storm. Strange. The skies were clear not a moment ago.
The swaying gets worse, and worse, waves of water begin flooding down from the deck above. The four of you sit next to each other, the same length of chain binding each of your wrists.
"Keep rowing! Don't stop!"
You are ordered to continue, even as you struggle to remain seated. Then came the biggest wave yet, carrying with it a force that strikes the ship with such might you are flung from your seats. The hull is suddenly the floor as you roll across the wood.
The ship is capsizing. Up is now down, and down is now up. Water rapidly begins to fill the chamber, and realizing this you all begin to flee. The chains that bind the four of you force you to stick together. You escape the hull, swimming past those who aren't so fortunate. One of you grabs the key to your chains, but doesn't have time to unlock themselves as you are pulled along behind your comrades in iron. Through sheer determination to live, you all swim away from the ship.
You were all strong swimmers, and with only tattered rags on your person aren’t being burdened by anything but the chains between you. The weather is harsh, you are regularly pulled under by the waves, but manage to resurface each time. You search for land, but in these conditions, you fail to spot anything. All hope seems lost, until you all suddenly feel something beneath you rise, and you find yourselves being carried on the back of a large horned aquatic animal. It begins to sing a song, an enchanting one that smooths you body until finally, all four of you fall asleep.”</div>
And a moment later they all did. Under the influence of the Reborn app all four of them were now slumped in their chairs, unaware of what was happening around them. That was only the first part of my plan, next I selected them one by one with the app, and gave them a new body. Jeremy was first, I changed his body from a teenage boy, to a busty young woman with pointed ears and sharp facial features. Her clothing was a robe that covered the majority of her body, but left her cleavage fully visible. She was the spitting image of how I envisioned Catalina to look. After Jeremy I transformed the others. When I was done the table was occupied by a busty elf, a muscular barbarian, a half-sized man with a beard that was as long as he was tall, and of course a feline woman covered from head to toe in a soft ginger fur. With their new bodies I resumed the game. Each of them woke up and took a moment to collect their senses. The first thing they noticed was the person sitting opposite them.
<div id="Cata">“Who are you?”</div>
Jeremy, or Catalina spoke. She then noticed her own voice had changed.
<div id="Mara">“My hands!”</div>
Mara had noticed the fur and dexterous paws she now had.
<div id="Gol">“What happened to me?”</div>
Golgram was standing upright now, wondering why the table was now reaching up to his chest.
<div id="Brack">“Holy shit, look at me!”</div>
Brack was the only one who seemed immediately pleased by the changes to his body.
<div id="Brack">“I’m ripped!” </div>
The four of them had a moment of panic, then came the acceptance. They looked at each other, and their brains began to put together the fact each of them had become their characters. Catalina began fondling her breasts, which were possibly the first pair of breasts she’d ever touched. Brack was looking for heavy objects to move to test his new muscles, and Mara was examining all the bells and whistles her body had.
<div id="Mara">“The room feels brighter, and I had a nice body.”</div>
She spun around, taking a glance at her furry ass. There was one person who wasn’t happy though.
<div id="Gol">“Joe! Why haven’t you changed?”</div>
Golgram deep voice sounded imposing, but it was hard to feel threatened by a man of his stature.
<div id="speakMC">“Why would I change myself?”</div>
All four of them stopped and looked at me.
“You did this to us?”
They asked with perfect unison.
<div id="speakMC">“Of course, and if you want to turn back, you’ll do exactly as I say.”</div>
Golgram suddenly ran at me, attempting to grab me, but his angry hand stopped short. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t touch me. None of them could. Before this even began I’d issued a few poser orders to them all. That was why they all fell asleep at the end of my introduction since I’d already planted the order in their heads.
<div id="Gol">“Joe!”</div>
Hissed the angry dwarf.
<div id="Gol">“Change me back.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“If you want to turn back, sit down and finish the campaign.”</div>
I felt sorry for him, he’d gotten the short end of the stick. That was his mistake for choosing that character.
<div id="Cata">“Does this mean I can use magic?”</div>
Catalina put her hands together and tried casting a spell. Sadly, the app couldn’t give people magical powers, and if could I’d have given them to myself a week ago. Nothing came of her attempt to cast spells. Her body was just that of a normal woman’s, heavily modified to resemble an elf.
<div id="speakMC">“Would you like to continue, or shall we sit down and resume?”</div>
Golgram was the first to climb back onto his chair.
<div id="Gol">“I can barely see."</div>
<div id="Brack">“Grab some books to sit on shorty.”</div>
Meanwhile Brack was already letting his muscles get to his head. This was amusing. The best part of being the Dungeon Master was sitting back and watching your players squabble and discuss their current challenge, meanwhile you knew all the answers.
<div id="Mara">“I can’t believe I’m a cat. I’m so cute!"</div>
Mara’s reaction honestly wasn’t what I expected. She was a lot happier begin a cat woman than what a boy should be.
<div id="Brack">“Catalina can I touch those massive breasts?”</div>
Brack was creepily advancing towards Catalina now.
<div id="Cata">“No! That’s gross.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“C’mon, just a feel.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Someone please stop him!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Alright, let’s resume then. Everyone, sit down.”</div>
I tried, but Brack didn’t sit down, and because of that neither did Catalina. His hands were now on Catalina’s chest. All that muscle must already be effecting his pain. Time to unveil my second surprise.
<div id="speakMC">“Brack, you wake up lying in the sand with a tribesman standing over you with a spear, will you do anything?”</div>
He was too busy groping Catalina.
<div id="speakMC">“No response? He attacks. You're stabbed, and you receive 7 points of damage.”</div>
Suddenly Brack cried out in pain. His hands instantly moved from Catalina’s breasts to his side where he had felt a fierce pain. He wasn’t bleeding, but because of the power of the app his brain was simulating the pain he would have felt if he actually had been stabbed.
<div id="Brack">“What the fuck…”</div>
He hissed. He could see he was uninjured, but the pain he was feeling felt very real.
<div id="speakMC">“Did I forget to mention if your character gets hurt, you get hurt?”</div>
I explained to them all.
<div id="Brack">“What?”</div>
They were all suddenly very concerned. Of course, they couldn’t do anything about it. I was the Dungeon Master, and they were the players. The only thing they could do was sit down and play. A lack of actual injury meant the pain in their heads faded quickly.
<div id="speakMC">“So Brack, what will you do?”</div>
I asked him.
<div id="Brack">“I’ll break that fuckers neck."</div>
Brack sat back down. He then rolled his dice, and with a high result he snacked the neck of the tribesman who had stabbed him. Being a barbarian he had a lot of health so the injury wasn’t the worst thing in the world for him.
<div id="speakMC">“Brack’s sudden movements awaken the rest of you who are all still chained together. You look around, finding yourself to be on a beach that stretches for as far as the eye can see.”</div>
<div id="Mara">“I inspect the body of the guy Brack killed.”</div>
Declared Mara.
<div id="speakMC">“You find his spear, and a crude map of the area. His village appears to be marked on the map, as well as the location of a rival village, and the den of a vicious monster.”</div>
I sat back while the group decided what to do. Brack suggested murdering everyone, everyone else took a more logical approach. Mara argued that they should keep combat to a minimum, and everyone but Brack agreed.
<div id="Brack">“We can handle them, let’s just rush in and…”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Die? Why don't we first unchain ourselves?”</div>
Catalina cut him off. She then looked at me.
<div id="Gol">“Who has the key? Also if our characters die, what happens to us?”</div>
She asked me.
<div id="speakMC">“Golgram has the key, and as for what will happen to you... you don’t want to know.”</div>
I hadn’t decided how cruel I’d be yet. After a lengthy debate they headed to the rival village since Brack was going anyway.
<div id="speakMC">“The villagers are immediately aggressive, numbering five warriors, they point their spears at you while yelling at you in their tribal language.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Kill them.”</div>
Brack declared, rolling the dice and charging in. He had essentially dragged his team into a fight they couldn’t win, I had to twist events a little to stop them all dying in the first battle. Catalina was the first to take a potentially fatal hit, and when she fell unconscious both in the game and in the real world, the other players realised they were in a really bad spot.
<div id="Mara">“Catalina? Hey wake up!”</div>
They hadn’t realised they were now calling each other by their characters name.
<div id="speakMC">“You’re turn Golgram."</div>
I told them. He put serious thought into his next action. He was on low health, he knew that if he attacked and hit, he’d kill his target, but if he missed then it was their turn, and one more hit would knock him out as well.
<div id="Gol">“I attack.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Roll to hit.”</div>
Everyone watched him roll the all-important dice. There was a cheer as result was a clean hit. With that result his enemy was viscously slain. The tables had turned, and afterwards they revived Catalina and told her about their victory. The game resumed for another hour, and by the end of the night they were free from their shackles, and had set up base in the tribal camp they had cleared out. They had also armed themselves with the tribes weapons, and replaced their rags with their tribal clothing.
<div id="speakMC">“And we’ll continue the campaign next time.”</div>
I told them. I began packing up.
<div id="Cata">“Can you turn us back now?”</div>
I looked them, and an idea came to mind.
<div id="choice">[[Keep them that way]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Turn them back to normal]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“I said I’d turn you back to normal when you finished the campaign, but you haven’t done that yet.”</div>
I told them then resumed packing up.
<div id="Mara">“What?!? You can’t expect us to go home looking like this? We’d stick out like sore thumbs!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Oh, don’t worry, nobody will notice.”</div>
I activated the Mass Memory Alteration, rewriting the memories of the world, selecting only the people in this room to be excluded. The timing couldn’t have been better, the door was suddenly opened by one of our teachers.
“Time to pack up. I’m going to lock the doors now.”
We’d reached the end of the time I’d been able to reserve for us.
<div id="Cata">“We can explain!”</div>
Mara panicked, trying to figure out an excuse as to why she was now a fur covered woman.
"Explain what?"
The teacher asked. She didn’t see anything wrong with the situation in front of her. Meanwhile I finished packing up.
<div id="speakMC">“Time to head home.”</div>
I left the room first.
<div id="speakMC">“See you all next time, and remember what I said."</div>
It was amazing that despite how strange this situation was, the Mass Memory Alteration made it all completely normal. Even Mara, someone with a body that shouldn’t exist, was now considered the daughter of two human parents, and just another student at this school.
<div id="Cata">“Joe wait, when can we continue the campaign?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Whenever you are all free.”</div>
They had my contact info, I was willing to resume this as soon as they were. Under the circumstances, it was no surprise when they quickly arranged for us to continue the very next day.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Keepem1]]</div>
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On my command they all passed out again. One by one I returned them all to normal, then woke them up.
<div id="Jer">“I’m back!”</div>
Jeremy was pretty happy that he was himself again.
<div id="Nic">“I’m glad that’s over.”</div>
Nicolas was thankful he wasn’t a dwarf anymore. He didn’t like being a fraction of his previous height. Less happy was Rupert.
<div id="Rup">“Aww man, couldn’t you leave me like that?”</div>
Rupert still sounded a bit of an ass. Hearing him speak Jeremy did something he’d been holding back, he kicked Rupert in the nuts.
<div id="Jer">“That’s for groping me!”</div>
He hadn’t forgiven his friend for what he’d tried to do.
<div id="Rup">“It was just a joke."</div>
Rupert whimpered as he went down clutching his crotch.
<div id="Billy">“I’m a little disappointed as well. I enjoyed being a cat girl.”</div>
With Billy’s voice it was now two for, and two against.
<div id="Billy">“I should have got some pictures first.”</div>
I gave Billy a curious stare. He wasn’t reacting the way a normal person should react. Jeremy’s eyes also told a story of being slightly weirded out. There was a question I wanted to ask him, but I held it back.
<div id="speakMC">“When do you want to continue?”</div>
I asked them instead. I received no immediate answer. They waited for someone else to speak.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright how about tomorrow?”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Tomorrow’s no good.”</div>
Nicolas instantly shot that time down.
<div id="Nic">“I have something on.”</div>
He was vague. Perhaps intentionally vague.
<div id="speakMC">“What about Thursday?”</div>
I asked.
<div id="Nic">“Friend from out of town is visiting.”</div>
That excuse was bullshit. If he had been rolling a dice to deceive me he’d just have rolled a 1. Time to use the app on them again.
After conducting my shenanigans, I asked them again.
<div id="speakMC">“When do you want to continue?”</div>
And they all answered ‘tomorrow’.
<div id="speakMC">“No problem.”</div>
I said with a smile.
<div id="choice">[[Next|turnem1]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedSchool.png">
Wednesday. The final bell rang out signalling the end of another mundane school day. I was excited to see if the improvements to Jeremy’s personality has given him the talent he needed to make this experience a fun one. When I arrived, I saw Jeremy had his facedown on the desk.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Jeremy.”</div>
I waved at him as I entered.
<div id="Jer">“Joe, what’s up?”</div>
He weakly replied, raising his head. I saw his face and the bags under his eyes. He didn’t look like he had gotten any sleep.
<div id="speakMC">“Up all night?”</div>
I asked him.
<div id="Jer">“I couldn’t help myself. The ideas just kept flowing and flowing. I could barely concentrate in class and got scolded a few times. I don’t know what happened, I just kept having idea after idea.”</div>
Oops. That was undoubtedly a side effect of what I’d done.
<div id="Jer">“Let me know when the others arrive.”</div>
He pressed his head against the desk and drifted off. Well this was a disaster. He was in no state to act as Dungeon Master now. There was no choice, I targeted him with the app, and rolled back his body to put the life back into him. Suddenly he sprung up from his chair.
<div id="Jer">“Wow, I feel rejuvenated all of a sudden.”</div>
He looked at his hands then noticed something was off.
<div id="Jer">“Huh? Where did my cut go?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What cut?”</div>
Shit.
<div id="Jer">“I cut my hand when I was making preparations yesterday. Joe did you do something to me?”</div>
He was onto me. I had to act fast. That was when the door behind me opened.
<div id="Rup">“We’re here.”</div>
They announced. All three of Jeremy’s friends had shown up at the worst possible time. They began sitting down, and I saw Jeremy was about mention to them what had happened.
<div id="speakMC">“Jeremy, mind if I have a quick word with you about something?”</div>
I quickly got Jeremy away from the others. We stepped out into the corridor, and I told him about the app.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll make it simple. I have the power to alter people's bodies, personalities and other stuff. That’s why you were suddenly overcome with creativity, and that’s why you are suddenly fresh as a daisy without that cut on your hand.”</div>
In truth it wasn’t that simple, but to speed things up let's pretend that it was.
<div id="Jer">“That’s amazing!”</div>
Jeremy had already witnessed the evidence.
<div id="Jer">“Hey, I have an idea, would you let me borrow that power? I could use it to really make this game something special?”</div>
That was a big risk. However, it could be a rewarding experience.
<div id ="choice">[[Lend Jeremy your phone]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[This was a bad idea. Time to erase his memory]]</div>
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That afternoon we all regrouped in the same room as before. They arrived and were still amazed that nobody had noticed they were different.
<div id="Cata">“Joe what the hell did you do? All my photos, documents, everything has changed! Are you a wizard?”</div>
Catalina asked me as she sat down. They had all been shocked to discovered what had happened to their lives when they returned home. The power of the Mass Memory Alteration function was impressive. Out of the all the app’s functions, it was the one that had shocked me the most by what it could do.
<div id="speakMC">“How have you all been adjusting to your new bodies?”</div>
I asked them, dodging the subject of where my power came from.
<div id="Gol">“I want to return to normal as soon as fucking possible.”</div>
Golgram hissed.
<div id="Gol">“Right guys?”</div>
He sought his fellow players to back him up, but none of them did.
<div id="speakMC">“It seems you friends have been enjoying themselves."</div>
I laughed, finding the situation amusing. Golgram looked around.
<div id="Brack">“Being strong is amazing. I feel so powerful, so masculine, I wish I could pick up an axe and cut down some real enemies.”</div>
Brack’s personality had changed drastically with his body. It was odd considering I didn’t do anything to his mind.
<div id="Gol">“Okay you I understand, but what about you two?”</div>
Golgram looked to Catalina and Mara.
<div id="Gol">“Don’t tell me you enjoy being girls?”</div>
<div id="Mara">“I do. This body is so amazing.”</div>
Mara had a smile on her face.
<div id="Mara">“You won’t believe how many pictures I took of myself yesterday.”</div>
Mara began showing off her picture collection on her phone.
<div id="Mara">“I don’t want to see those kinds of pictures! I’m not some kind of furry you know!”</div>
Golgram slapped away her phone.
<div id="Gol">“Having a female body must suck, how are you meant to masturbate in it.”</div>
<div id="Mara">“Very easily.”</div>
Mara replied.
<div id="speakMC">“Right Catalina?”</div>
I couldn’t tell if Mara was joking, but when Catalina blushed I knew instantly that last night she had thoroughly enjoyed her ‘private time’ with her new body. Golgram picked up on this.
<div id="Gol">“Let’s just start."</div>
He groaned, and so we did.
<div id="speakMC">“Your party awakes in the tribal camp you spent the night. The camp appears to have been left undisturbed despite none of you taking night watch.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“Oops.”</div>
Oops indeed. They had been fortunate the dice choose not to have them ambushed in their sleep. I quickly continued.
<div id="speakMC">“The sun rises, and your stomachs growl hungrily…”</div>
They then proceeded to scavenge the camp and find what was left of the previous owners’ food. Afterwards they went exploring.
<div id="speakMC">“You traverse through the difficult jungle terrain, avoiding its venomousness residents. Using the map, you find what appears to be an ancient temple. Built out of stone, and overgrown with thick green vines.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Well let’s explore it."</div>
Catalina suggested. She was ignoring me when she spoke, directing her words at her teammates. She was serious about roleplaying today.
<div id="speakMC">“Inside is dark, think walls blocking out the sun's rays. Those without the ability to see in the dark will need to light a torch."</div>
<div id="Brack">“So, who is lighting a torch them?”</div>
Brack asked. Nobody replied. Dwarves, elves and cats all had dark vision. Brack was the only one who needed a torch to be able to see.
<div id="Gol">“Good luck Brack."</div>
Golgram laughed, leading the way inside. Brack had to craft a torch from the surroundings and hold it himself. When a hidden pit unleashed a giant scorpion upon them, he found himself unable to swing his heavy axe. He opted to drop his torch to free his other hand. The light went out as it hit the wet floor, and he was left without the ability to see, literally.
<div id="Brack">“I’m blind!”</div>
I’d taken away his sight using the app to add realism to the situation.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m helping you experience what your character is experiencing. The scorpion moves next to you, attacking... and missing. Now it's your turn."</div>
<div id="Brack">“I begin swinging blindly!”</div>
Brack declared. He did so, injuring not the scorpion, but one of his teammates. Luckily the combat was easy, and they dispatched their attacker without Brack’s assistance.
<div id="Cata">“Brack please take this more seriously. Do you want to die?”</div>
Catalina scolded him.
<div id="Brack">“You’re taking this too seriously."</div>
He retorted.
<div id="Brack">“Can someone find my torch?”</div>
He felt around the floor for it, but it had been kicked away in the combat. He was forced to continue blind. His teammates had to guild him past the deadly traps, and in one case, intentionally walked him into one.
<div id="Brack">“Haha very funny guys. Don't do it agian.”</div>
Brack wasn't happy about it. Eventually they came to a room where the walls were covered in ancient writings. They lit a standing torch using magic to grant some light.
<div id="speakMC">“You deciphered it and learn of a prophecy that shows four figures similar to yourselves. It details their shipwreck, and the beast that had appeared to save them. It also shows a figure standing atop a pyramid, performing a ritual that when completed would darken the sun and plunge the land into eternal darkness.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Oh fuck, not more darkness. Where is he? I’ll snap his neck."</div>
Brack declared. The group then discovered a small treasure box to reward them for their troubles. Outside I restored Brack's sight.
<div id="Brack">“Finally, I can see again, Joe, can you tone down the realism a bit?”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Brack, can you take this more seriously? Try to act in character instead of complaining.”</div>
Catalina broke character to scold him. On the way back to camp encountered a large beast, killed it, and harvested its meat. They returned to their camp and set up some basic defences.
<div id="Brack">“Have you gotten used to being a girl yet Catalina?”</div>
Brack teased as they rested.
<div id="Cata">“I have no idea what you’re talking about."</div>
I sense a bit of bad blood between them. She probably hadn't forgiven him yet for what happened yesterday.
<div id="Cata">"I’d appreciate it you didn’t speak to me like we are friends.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Oh? So is that how it is? Alright, I’ll start roleplaying my character properly now.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“I have no idea what you refer to, now please stop bothering me.”</div>
She refused to bite. Night soon fell and the group had to decide who would handle the night watch.
<div id="Brack">“Alright. I’ll handle the first watch guys. Leave everything to me.”</div>
I sensed Brack was up to something.
<div id="speakMC">“As night descends, Brack finds a nice vantage point to watch the area from. The rest of you head to your tents to sleep.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Are the others all asleep?”</div>
What was he up to?
<div id="speakMC">“Does anyone have a reason not to be?”</div>
I asked the others.
<div id="Cata">“I don’t trust him.”</div>
Catalina knew something was up.
<div id="Cata">“He’s up to something.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“But your character doesn’t know that! Go back to your serious roleplaying. You have no reason to suspect me so your character should be asleep.”</div>
He was right, turning Catalina's logic against her.
<div id="Gol">“Dungeon Master, make a decision please.”</div>
Golgram begged, wanting to progress so he could change back to normal sooner.
<div id="speakMC">“Brack, what are you doing?”</div>
I asked him.
<div id="Brack">“I’m leaving my post to sneak into Catalina’s tent.”</div>
I thought as much.
<div id="speakMC">“I don’t care if she is awake or not, I quickly rush in and put my hand over her mouth and pin her down.”</div>
He passed the dice rolls needed to do so. He now had her pinned.
<div id="Brack">"And now, I'm going to have my way with her."</div>
<div id="speakMC">"Okay. Catalina is pinned by Brack, his hand covering her mouth preventing her from calling from help."</div>
Catalina was silenced by my power, unable to call for help. She was shaking in fear of what Brack do, of how far he might go.I wonder how far he would take this?
<div id="Brack">“Hey Dungeon Master, since you like to replicate what we do in game in real-life, shouldn’t we be acting out what is happening here?”</div>
He raised a point, but was I willing to let things go that far?
<div id="choice">[[Put an end to this|POT1]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Allow him to proceed|PRO1]]</div>
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That afternoon we all regrouped in the same room as before. They arrived unaware it was the power of the app keeping them from running. Without the app manipulating him Nicolas would have made up an infinite number of excuses as to why he couldn’t continue playing. He hated his character, but I wasn’t going to let him freely change his character once the campaign was started. They all sat down and passed out as I transformed each of them.
<div id="speakMC">“Your party awakes in the tribal camp you spent the night. The camp appears to have been left undisturbed despite none of you taking night watch.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“Oops.”</div>
Oops indeed. They had been fortunate the dice choose not to have them ambushed in their sleep. I quickly continued.
<div id="speakMC">“The sun rises, and your stomachs growl hungrily…”</div>
They then proceeded to scavenge the camp and find what was left of the previous owners’ food. Afterwards they went exploring.
<div id="speakMC">“You traverse through the difficult jungle terrain, avoiding its venomousness residents. Using the map, you find what appears to be an ancient temple. Built out of stone, and overgrown with thick green vines.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Well let’s explore it."</div>
Catalina suggested. She was ignoring me when she spoke, directing her words at her teammates. She was serious about roleplaying today.
<div id="speakMC">“Inside is dark, think walls blocking out the sun's rays. Those without the ability to see in the dark will need to light a torch."</div>
<div id="Brack">“So, who is lighting a torch them?”</div>
Brack asked. Nobody replied. Dwarves, elves and cats all had dark vision. Brack was the only one who needed a torch to be able to see.
<div id="Gol">“Good luck Brack."</div>
Golgram laughed, leading the way inside. Brack had to craft a torch from the surroundings and hold it himself. When a hidden pit unleashed a giant scorpion upon them, he found himself unable to swing his heavy axe. He opted to drop his torch to free his other hand. The light went out as it hit the wet floor, and he was left without the ability to see, literally.
<div id="Brack">“I’m blind!”</div>
I’d taken away his sight using the app to add realism to the situation.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m helping you experience what your character is experiencing. The scorpion moves next to you, attacking... and missing. Now it's your turn."</div>
<div id="Brack">“I begin swinging blindly!”</div>
Brack declared. He did so, injuring not the scorpion, but one of his teammates. Luckily the combat was easy, and they dispatched their attacker without Brack’s assistance.
<div id="Cata">“Brack please take this more seriously. Do you want to die?”</div>
Catalina scolded him.
<div id="Brack">“You’re taking this too seriously."</div>
He retorted.
<div id="Brack">“Can someone find my torch?”</div>
He felt around the floor for it, but it had been kicked away in the combat. He was forced to continue blind. His teammates had to guild him past the deadly traps, and in one case, intentionally walked him into one.
<div id="Brack">“Haha very funny guys. Don't do it agian.”</div>
Brack wasn't happy about it. Eventually they came to a room where the walls were covered in ancient writings. They lit a standing torch using magic to grant some light.
<div id="speakMC">“You deciphered it and learn of a prophecy that shows four figures similar to yourselves. It details their shipwreck, and the beast that had appeared to save them. It also shows a figure standing atop a pyramid, performing a ritual that when completed would darken the sun and plunge the land into eternal darkness.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Oh fuck, not more darkness. Where is he? I’ll snap his neck."</div>
Brack declared. The group then discovered a small treasure box to reward them for their troubles. Outside I restored Brack's sight.
<div id="Brack">“Finally, I can see again, Joe, can you tone down the realism a bit?”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Brack, can you take this more seriously? Try to act in character instead of complaining.”</div>
Catalina broke character to scold him. On the way back to camp encountered a large beast, killed it, and harvested its meat. They returned to their camp and set up some basic defences.
<div id="Brack">“Have you gotten used to being a girl yet Catalina?”</div>
Brack teased as they rested.
<div id="Cata">“I have no idea what you’re talking about."</div>
I sense a bit of bad blood between them. She probably hadn't forgiven him yet for what happened yesterday.
<div id="Cata">"I’d appreciate it you didn’t speak to me like we are friends.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Oh? So is that how it is? Alright, I’ll start roleplaying my character properly now.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“I have no idea what you refer to, now please stop bothering me.”</div>
She refused to bite. Night soon fell and the group had to decide who would handle the night watch.
<div id="Brack">“Alright. I’ll handle the first watch guys. Leave everything to me.”</div>
I sensed Brack was up to something.
<div id="speakMC">“As night descends, Brack finds a nice vantage point to watch the area from. The rest of you head to your tents to sleep.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Are the others all asleep?”</div>
What was he up to?
<div id="speakMC">“Does anyone have a reason not to be?”</div>
I asked the others.
<div id="Cata">“I don’t trust him.”</div>
Catalina knew something was up.
<div id="Cata">“He’s up to something.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“But your character doesn’t know that! Go back to your serious roleplaying. You have no reason to suspect me to your character should be asleep.”</div>
He was right, turning Catalina's logic against her.
<div id="Gol">“Dungeon Master, make a decision please.”</div>
Golgram begged, wanting to progress so he could change back to normal sooner.
<div id="speakMC">“Brack, what are you doing?”</div>
I asked him.
<div id="Brack">“I’m leaving my post to sneak into Catalina’s tent.”</div>
I thought as much.
<div id="speakMC">“I don’t care if she is awake or not, I quickly rush in and put my hand over her mouth and pin her down.”</div>
He passed the dice rolls needed to do so. He now had her pinned.
<div id="Brack">"And now, I'm going to have my way with her."</div>
<div id="Cata">"Fuck off, you're just doing this to..."</div>
<div id="Brack">“What happened to being in character? Shouldn’t your character be shaking from fear right now? You can't talk either.”</div>
I wonder how far he would take this?
<div id="Brack">“Hey Dungeon Master, since you like to replicate what we do in game in real-life, shouldn’t we be acting out what is happening here?”</div>
He raised a point, but was I willing to let things go that far?
<div id="choice">[[Put an end to this|POT2]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Allow him to proceed|PRO2]]</div>
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It was time for a rude surprise. Since Brack had abandoned his watch, he had failed to notice the large bear approaching the camp.
<div id="speakMC">“You pin Catalina down, holding her mouth to prevent her from calling out for help. As this happens Catalina sees something behind you, and then it attacks, delivering a powerful blow with its huge claws.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“What? That’s bullshit, you’re just abusing your Dungeon Master powers to stop me from doing what I want!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Maybe I am, or maybe you’d prefer two bears.”</div>
I rolled for damage, and upon seeing the result made Brack feel immense pain as the bear’s claw cut deep across his back. Brack hadn’t rested yet. He was injured from the traps, and that meant the attack was enough to knock him out. Being a spellcaster Catalina could heal him, but after what just happened it was no surprise when she refused to. She crawled out of the tent, and hearing Brack’s pained scream her comrades emerged from their tents to assist. Mara and Golgram overwhelmed the bear as Catalina healed them. As a result, the bear was swiftly dealt with without any more serious injuries.
<div id="Gol">“Catalina can you heal him?”</div>
Golgram asked her, pointing at Brack who was still bleeding out.
<div id="speakMC">“Can’t, I used up all my healing spells.”</div>
I understood why she had only healed during that battle instead of attacking. She had intentionally created a situation where she couldn’t help Brack, even if her teammates tried to force her to. Her teammates were forced to try and stabilize Brack the old fashion way and succeeded. By morning he was back on his feet, and very annoyed at Catalina.
<div id="Brack">“You acted completely out of character!”</div>
He argued, although I'm not sure his arguement had much merit.
<div id="Cata">“You're a piece of shit. You tried to rape me!"</div>
Catalina was furious with him.
<div id="Brack">"It's just a game!"</div>
Brack argued.
<div id="Cata">"We've gone past the point of 'just a game'. If we don't complete this then we'll never return to normal. I don't want to be stuck bearing your fucking child because you thought 'it was just a game'."</div>
<div id="Mara">"You took it too far Brack. How are we meant to trust you now?"</div>
They were all yelling now. It was giving me a headache.
<div id="Brack">"Whatever. I'm done."</div>
Brack stood up and tried to leave.
<div id="speakMC">"Hold it. Where are you going?"</div>
<div id="Brack">"Fuck your game. I'm leaving. If you are going to drop a bear on me whenever I try to have fun ,then I have no interest in playing. Maybe if your game was more realistic I'd have a better time."</div>
<div id="speakMC">"You want things to be more realistic?"</div>
I began smiling.
<div id="speakMC">"Okay then."</div>
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It was the job of the Dungeon Master to create the adventure, and then interfere as little as possible with the players decisions.
What was happening ingame was also happening in real life. Brack had Catalina pinned, his hand preventing her from calling out for help.
<div id="Gol">“I'm not just going to allow this!”</div>
Golgram stood up, ready to pull Brack of Catalina.
<div id="speakMC">“You are asleep.”</div>
I informed him. I forced Mara and Golgram to both fall into an exhausted sleep. If Brack was too loud they'd be awoken, but right now he was free to do what he wanted to do uninterrupted.
He immediately enacted what his character was doing. He pushed her down onto the floor, then with one hand he unfastened his belt as she struggled to resist him. Brack then used that hand to pull up her robe and began groping her breasts. It seemed he planned to go all the way. I remained impartial, watching the act. Catalina’s fearful eyes begged for help. She was afraid. She was playing her character perfectly. They both were. Brack used his tongue to lick her body, then sucked on her nipples as she squirmed with disgust. The way he handled her almost seemed like he'd done this before. Right now, he was truly Brack, a ruthless barbarian who wasn't beyond taking what he wanted when he wanted it.
He began grinding his crotch against her, taunting her for several minutes. He watcher her expression carefully as he pulled down his pants, letting Catalina take a good look at his throbbing cock. He tried pulling down her panties, but she kept her legs firmly closed knowing what would happen if she didn't. One hand wasn’t enough to break through her defences. He couldn’t move his other hand or she’d cry out for help, or worse, she’d cast a spell on him. He wasn't going to let that stop him. He took off his own underwear, and used it to gag her. The look of disgust on her face as the dirty laundry was stuffed in her mouth was horrible. With both hands free, Brack used his immense strength to open her legs. She tried to stop him with everything she had, but it wasn't enough. Her legs were forced open, her pussy exposed, and with one solid thrust Brack <<click "penetrated her with his massive barbarian cock.">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/CataR.png]]<</replace>><</click>>
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I saw her break. Brack mecrilessly thrust his shaft in and out, gearing up the intensity as Catalina stopped resisting. She'd gone limp, tears flowing from her eyes as was treated as a toy by Brack.
<div id="Brack">“I cast impregnation."</div>
Brack laughed, thrusting hard, inserting his dick as far into her as it would go and holding it there as he orgamsed. He then let go, pulled out his cock and looked down at the broken women in from of him.
<div id="Brack">“Right, with that I take my leave. I'm going to abandon my party, and live off the land."</div>
Brack declared. In other words, he was quitting. I allowed him to think he was leaving. I had to see what the others wanted to do with him first.
<div id="speakMC">“Morning comes, Mara and Golgram awake. You soon find Brack missing and Catalina unconscious in her tent. Her expression no longer that of the woman you knew.”</div>
<div id="Gol">“What the fuck happened to her?”</div>
Golgram asked, going to her aid.
<div id="Mara">“She was raped by Brack!”</div>
It was clear to them both what had happened. They helped their friend recover, then all agreed that the bastard had to pay. Catalina didn't say much. She'd rather forget that remember. Her silence stirred the anger of the other two.
<div id="speakMC">“What will you do?”</div>
I asked them.
<div id="Gol">“We are tracking him down, and cutting off his dick.”</div>
Golgram declared. Sadly, we were out of time for tonight. The session came to an end.
<div id="speakMC">"Well need to pick this up tomorrow."</div>
I explained to them.
<div id="Gol">"And what are we meant to do if we see that asshole in the corridor? Pretend it was just a game? It happened, it wasn't a game, and if I see him I'm going to kill him."</div>
Golgram wasn't going to just ignore what had happened. In a way he was right, this hadn't been just a game. I didn't want to just hit the pause button. We would continue, and if someone tried to stop us then I'd just use the app on them.
<div id="Gol">"Now where is he?"</div>
I was wonder how far they would go.
<div id="Cata">"Wait."</div>
Catalina finally said something.
<div id="Cata">"I need you two to listen to me."</div>
Since Catalina was the one asking him, Golgram lowered his fists and listened to her.
<div id="choice">[[Next|PRO1ED]]</div>
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It was time for a rude surprise. Since Brack had abandoned his watch, he had failed to notice the large bear approaching the camp.
<div id="speakMC">“You pin Catalina down, holding her mouth to prevent her from calling out for help. As this happens Catalina sees something behind you, and then it attacks, delivering a powerful blow with its huge claws.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“What? That’s bullshit, you’re just abusing your Dungeon Master powers to stop me from doing what I want!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Maybe I am, or maybe you’d prefer two bears.”</div>
I rolled for damage, and upon seeing the result made Brack feel immense pain as the bear’s claw cut deep across his back. Brack hadn’t rested yet. He was injured from the traps, and that meant the attack was enough to knock him out. Being a spellcaster Catalina could heal him, but after what just happened it was no surprise when she refused to. She crawled out of the tent, and hearing Brack’s pained scream her comrades emerged from their tents to assist. Mara and Golgram overwhelmed the bear as Catalina healed them. As a result, the bear was swiftly dealt with without any more serious injuries.
<div id="Gol">“Catalina can you heal him?”</div>
Golgram asked her, pointing at Brack who was still bleeding out.
<div id="speakMC">“Can’t, I used up all my healing spells.”</div>
I understood why she had only healed during that battle instead of attacking. She had intentionally created a situation where she couldn’t help Brack, even if her teammates tried to force her to. Her teammates were forced to try and stabilize Brack the old fashion way and succeeded. By morning he was back on his feet, and very annoyed at Catalina.
<div id="Brack">“You acted completely out of character!”</div>
He argued, although I'm not sure his arguement had much merit.
<div id="Cata">“Why are you annoyed me? Your character tried to rape me, got his ass handed to him by a bear, and is suddenly annoyed at me for not healing him? Why don’t you try to act in character for once?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Is this what Dungeon Masters have to put up with?”</div>
I groaned. I quickly forced the plot forward so that we might be able to finish this tomorrow.
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It was the job of the Dungeon Master to create the adventure, and then interfere as little as possible with the players decisions.
<div id="speakMC">“You pin Catalina down, holding her mouth to prevent her from calling out for help. Her attempts to cry out for help go unheard. How do you proceed?”</div>
<div id="Gol">“You’re not seriously going to allow this?”</div>
Golgram asked me.
<div id="speakMC">“It is Brack's decision, also you are asleep."</div>
I informed them. Mara and Golgram both passed out, leaving Brack to do what he wanted to do uninterrupted. He immediately enacted what his character was doing in real life. He placed his hand over Catalina’s mouth and pushed her down onto the floor. With his free hand he unfastened his belt as Catalina struggled to resist. Brack used his hand then to pull up her robe and began groping her breasts. It seemed he planned to go all the way.
I remained impartial, watching the act. Catalina’s vengeful eyes showed pure hatred. She was angry, not afraid. Brack used his tongue to lick her body, then sucked on her nipples as she squirmed with disgust. The way he handled her showed his inexperience. It was his first time having a beautiful woman completely at his mercy. His real body didn’t have the strength to do what he was doing now. Some of the places he licked didn’t seem hygienic, but the way he reacted looked like he was experimenting with the different flavours of a dinner platter. He began grinding his crotch against her. This went on for several minutes. Then he pulled down his pants and let Catalina take a good look at his throbbing cock. His hands began to shake nervously. We could both see he was thinking about raping her, but his morals were conflicted. Rupert would never do this, but Brack would.
He tried pulling down her panties, but she kept her legs firmly closed. One hand wasn’t enough to break through her defences. He couldn’t move his other hand or she’d cry out for help, or worse, she’d cast a spell on him. Since he only had one hand he began using it. He rapidly jacked his cock, gliding his hand up and down with rapid movements. With a naked woman pinned helplessly below him he had all the stimulation he needed.
<div id="Brack">“I cast sticky mess.”</div>
Brack laughed as he came, spraying Catalina’s face his vigorous semen. After that he knocked her out cold. If he’d done that from the beginning he could have had his way with her unconscious body. I got the feeling he wanted to see her squirm though. He continued to jack off, spraying as much cum over Catalina as he could.
<div id="Brack">“Right, with that I take my leave. I decide to abandon my party, and live off the land.”</div>
Brack sounded like he was quitting, but he stayed at the table smiling. I had to see what the others wanted to do with him.
<div id="speakMC">“Morning comes, Mara and Golgram awake. You soon find Brack missing and Catalina unconscious in her tent. Her face covered in what you recognise to be cum.”</div>
<div id="Gol">“What the fuck happened to her?”</div>
Golgram asked me, but I wouldn't reveal the details.
<div id="Mara">“She was attacked by Brack!”</div>
To Mara it was clear to Mara what had happened. They helped their friend recover.
<div id="speakMC">"He raped me!"</div>
Catalina declared. Wasn't that taking it too far? Or was it intentional?
<div id="speakMC">"Please, help me catch him!"</div>
She begged them with eyes of pity.
<div id="speakMC">“What will you do?”</div>
<div id="Gol">“We are tracking him down and kicking his ass.”</div>
Golgram announced, and the other two agreed. Sadly, we were out of time for tonight. The session came to an end. I returned everyone to normal, and witnessed an odd disconnection between their real lives and their characters.
<div id="Nic">"Man what an asshole, are you alright Cata... I mean, Jeremy?"</div>
Golgram was gone, and Nicolas stood in his place.
<div id="Jer">"I'll be fine. It was just a game after all."</div>
That was what he said, but was he thinking? He couldn't erase what had happened from his mind. The others were laughing and smiling. They viewed Rupert as having ordered his character Brack to attack Catalina, but not as the one to have carried out the attack. They were still pissed of at him, but not as much as you'd expect. Similarly, Jeremy didn’t view himself as a victim, merely someone forced to watch it. The bad blood between them stayed in the room while they all left.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|PRO2ED]]</div>
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It was the last day of the week. At the end of the day the five of us met in our borrowed classroom, and I transformed them into their characters. The air between Brack and Catalina couldn’t have been worse. They refused to work together, and the others were constantly trying to patch things up. I expected this might happen. I had a plan to deal with them when it did.
<div id="speakMC">“You wake up in your camp, still not sure of how you plan to get off this island. That is when she appears. A woman steps into the centre of your camp and looks around. She has a large figure and wears mainly dark clothing that match her dark hair that is tied up behind her.
‘Well aren’t you all useless sacks of nothing’ she says. ‘You’re stupider than a pack of monkeys. I’d have been better saving the ships rats then you lot.’”</div>
I’d modified my voice so that as I spoke as this new character. I sounded like a middle-aged woman with a bitchy attitude.
Uniting them all against a common enemy was one way to get them to get a move on. I intentionally created a character based on someone they all hated, Mrs Clark.
<div id="Brack">“Who’s is bitch?”</div>
Brack rudedly remarked.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m C’lar Kims, a respect sorcerer and someone you will respect."</div>
<div id="Brack">“Respect this.”</div>
Brack tried to assault her, but she instantly cast a spell on him to change that.
<div id="Brack">“Oh I’m sorry mistress, please, use me as a chair as you explain why you are here.”</div>
Brack’s attitude changed in an instant. In the game it was a spell controlling him, and in real-life it was the Reborn app. He got down on his hands and knees and pretended to be a chair. C'lar Kims sat down onto of him.
<div id="speakMC">“Now, let me explain things.”</div>
I continued speaking as C’lar Kims.
<div id="speakMC">“You lot must now be aware that your lives have importance, so I need you to kindly act like it. A dark wizard is attempting to bring an end to the world. You are aware of this, yet I find you still here, squabbling like children and fighting amongst yourselves when you could be killing the servants of evil.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Why don’t you do it yourself instead of sending us in? You are clear more powerful.”</div>
Catalina gestured towards the human chair beneath C'lar Kims.
<div id="speakMC">“My worth is exactly why I’m sending you four to do it. I sense you have a lot of questions, but I don’t want to waste time with a group of failures. Complete your task, and I’ll explain everything. Now in case I need to spell it out for you, get to the pyramid north of here and put an end this.”</div>
C'lar Kims vanished, the chair returning to a person as she left. The group were reluctant, but without any better leads they followed the directions they had been given.
Finally, they arrived at a stone pyramid surrounded by the animated remains of those buried inside. The sky had turned dark, and clouds were beginning to gather and swirl around the pyramid. The party cut down the undead defenders and ascended the pyramid to the top. There, they were met by a surprise.
<div id="speakMC">“Well, about time you four showed up.”</div>
Standing at the top was a familiar figure, C’lar Kim.
<div id="speakMC">“You fools sure are easy to manipulate. Why go through the effort of kidnapping you to bring you here when you are happy to come here of your own free will.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“You bitch, let’s do this!”</div>
Brack rushed forward and was again turned into a human chair. His teammates were more careful. I had provoked them all into working together against a common foe. A lot of dice were rolled as they fought fiercely. They also supported each other and worked together. Golgram was the one to land the final strike.
<div id="speakMC">“How do you want to do this?”</div>
I asked him, giving him an opportunity to explain how this would end.
<div id="Gol">“I kick her onto the ground, and pin down her neck with my foot. Then I raise my mighty hatchet and bring it down on her neck!”</div>
He performed his execution flawlessly, bringing an stop to C’lar Kim’s attempt to end the world.
“Victory!”
They cheered loudly together. The bad blood they had shared before had vanished. I was happy to end the game there or maybe relieved was the more correct term. This hadn’t gone as I expected, and even with my meddling I felt that it hadn’t lived up to what I expected from it.
<div id="Cata">“When is the next session Joe?”</div>
They asked me.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll get back to you on that.”</div>
Maybe I'd do this again in the future, but I was in no rush. This week hadn’t gone as I intended. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
To be continued in week 3.
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One by one my players took their seats at the table. The moment I transformed them they all got back into character. The anger towards Brack returned instantly as if what he had done had occurred only moments ago.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s track that bastard down!”</div>
They all agreed. Brack was sitting with them at the table, but they were no longer acknowledging that he was there. This was thanks to the app. As a result Brack had no idea that the party's feline member was a good tracker. She picked up on his trail very quickly and began following him. Unaware he was being followed he didn’t take the necessary precautions to stop them.
Meanwhile he was trying to take over the other tribal village. He had come up with the theory that if he could prove himself stronger than their strongest warrior, they’d appoint him the new leader. While his former team grew closer to him, he successfully challenged the champion to a fight, and after an incredibly close battle, was declared the victor.
When Catalina and the others arrived, they found Brack sitting on a bamboo throne being hand fed by two women sitting on either side of him.
<div id="Gol">“Well shit, now what?”</div>
They began to form a plan. I sat back and listened, giving them information on their surroundings when requested. There were 11 tribal people in the village. They had struggled to beat 5, and that was with Brack on their side. They had all gained a level since then, so let’s see if that extra level would be able to overcome the odds. They carefully crafted their plan while Brack confidently sat on his new throne, enjoying his ill-deserved luxuries. He was confident, but there was one thing you must never do in Dungeons & Dragons, and that’s underestimate what the spellcasters are capable off. Mara and Catalina both unleashed their magic on the tribal camp. They both cast the ‘sleep’ spell at the same time. The number of people affected would be determined by their remaining health. They had a rough idea based on their previous battle how many that would be, but it would still be a gamble.
Their gamble paid off when the entire village fell into a magical slumber. Golgram then charged in before Brack could get to his weapon. It was three against one, and Brack didn’t know that he could wake up his allies with a good shake. He tried fighting, overconfidently believing he could win. He didn’t. He was brought to his knees by his former companions.
<div id="Brack">“Well you got me."</div>
Brack joked expecting a swift forgiveness. He didn’t seem to have any regrets over what had happened.
<div id="Mara">“What do we do with him?”</div>
Mara asked.
<div id="Cata">“We kill him for what he did to me.”</div>
Catalina spat, then she struck Brack in the chest with a powerful attack. Injured from the fight, and helpless to do anything, Catalina mercilessly slew him. Mara and Golgram were shocked. Since Brack was dead I reverted Rupert back to normal.
<div id="speakMC">“Sorry Bra… I mean Rupert. Your character’s dead, so you are out.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Catalina, what the fuck?”</div>
He was pissed.
<div id="Brack">"What happened to roleplaying correctly? Would your character really just mercilessly kill me?"</div>
In response Catalina simply reached under the table and held up her character sheet.
<div id="Cata">“Didn’t you see my character's allighment? I'm Chaotic Evil.”</div>
Then the penny dropped. She’d been manipulating all of us, even me. She guided events to progress in the direction they had to create a way to kill Brack without repercussions. She was happy about her accomplishment, and I was left shocked that she had been able to sneak what she was really doing past me. No wonder Jeremy had been smiling yesterday.
<div id="Mara">“Well, he’s dead, now what?”</div>
Mara got back into character, pretending she wasn't aware of Catalna's true nature.
<div id="speakMC">“You still have an evil wizard to kill…”</div>
Not as evil as Catalina, she was in a league of her own. I’d learnt a lot from this game, and more importantly, I’d had fun. Continuing these games could be fun. We were out of time for now, but with events progressing in an unforseen direction I was eager to continue.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|PROEDFUT]]</div>
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A new group of players entered the room unaware of what awaited them. They had all played Dungeons & Dragons before but had no idea what they were in for tonight.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello everyone, I am your Dungeon Master. You will address me as such when you wish to ask a question. Now, everyone, I have looked over the character sheets you all sent met and prepared a unique experience for you all tonight. Trust me when I say you won’t have experienced anything like this before. Are you ready to begin?”</div>
They shuffled around, finding room on the table in front of them and unloading snacks onto the side tables. Once they were ready I started the adventure. This time I went for a more abrupt start. I clapped my hands and the lights went out. My players perceived the passage of time a little differently. For them only a few seconds of darkness passed, for me it was a little longer as I went about changing each of them into the character they had sent me. With the power of the app I turned each of them into their fantasy alter egos. When the lights came back on the six humans at my table were gone, and in their place a group of misfits of mixed races with wildly different appearances. I watched at they reacted to their new appearances, and those around them. I’d set in place a few orders to help things go smoothly. They couldn’t touch me, and my words would cast a spell over them, making them believe that my words were truth. If I said they were in a forest, they would believe me.
<div id="speakMC">“Are you ready to start the game?”</div>
I asked them once more, and the next adventure began.
~ End - Master Of Games ~
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The four players awoke in their tribal camp. This wasn’t a game to them. They were really there. A slain bear lay in the middle of the camp, and Brack’s back now bore the marks left behind by its attack.
<div id="Brack">“Where the fuck are we?”</div>
He yelled out. Around him Catalina, Mara and Golgram came to.
<div id="Gol">“Ah shit, he didn’t…”</div>
Golgram was the first to realise what had happened.
<div id="Gol">“Brack you imbecile! You challenged him to make the game more realistic, and look what has happened!”</div>
They found themselves in a forest like the one I had described to them. The camp, the bear, their clothing and weapons, it was all like I had described it… at least in their eyes. The Reborn app had a way with people’s minds. I could control their perception of the world, make them believe things were there when they really weren’t. They weren’t on an exotic island, they were in normal forest. Their camp was only a few sheets held up by tent poles. Most of what they saw was a lie, but with the app’s power I was able to make them believe it wasn’t.
<div id="Mara">“What are we meant to do with the bear?”</div>
Mara complained.
<div id="Mara">“My character may know how to skin a bear, but I... I do as well...?”</div>
She looked at the bear, pausing as information flooded into her mind. I’d given them all the skills that their character possessed. Mara grabbed a knife and began carefully harvesting the remains of the beast that had assaulted their camp.
<div id="Gol">“I can’t believe this! Where the fuck is Joe?”</div>
Golgram looked around, his eyes passing right over me, but he was incapable of perceiving that I was there. They couldn’t see me, and if I spoke they would be unable to pinpoint where my choice was coming from.
<div id="speakMC">“Are you ready to continue the adventure?”</div>
I asked them.
<div id="Cata">“Joe! Where are we?”</div>
Catalina called out. They were all looking around for me, but they would never find me.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m watching you from my chair. You were complaining about realism, so I stepped it up. No more dice. No more miniatures. You are your characters, and everything that happens to them will happen to you. I’d advise you take good care of your bodies, you’ll need them if you want to return to the real world.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Joe return us now!”</div>
They yelled angrily at me. I laughed in response.
<div id="speakMC">“You have the information you need. All you need do is complete your mission. I won’t help you, but if you need me to clarify something then you know the name to call out.”</div>
<div id="Cata">“Joe!”</div>
They yelled. I ignored them.
<div id="Mara">“Dungeon Master, I have a question.”</div>
Mara asked swallowing her pride, addressing me by my title.
<div id="speakMC">“Yes?”</div>
I replied to her.
<div id="Mara">“What happens if we die?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Then you die.”</div>
I watched as they one by one came to realise the gravity of the situation. It was game of life or death. You complete the game, you get to live. If you die, you die. And if you refuse to play, well I’ll cross the bridge when we come to it.
<div id="Brack">“Let’s go find that pyramid and end this. I don’t want to live in a world where we are just that bastards toy.”</div>
They all resented me now. They just didn’t appreciate the opportunity I was giving them. They had even forgiven Brack for his crimes against Catalina. They left their camp in search of the pyramid, and they found it. I implanted fake memories into their minds making them believe they had been searching for hours. In reality they had only travelled five minutes in a circle. They could see dark clouds swirling around the top of the pyramid, and the voice of a lone figure chanting an incantation reached their ears.
<div id="Brack">“Let’s get him!”</div>
Brack rushed towards the steps. Suddenly numerous several mutated figures crawled up from the ground, groaning and shambling towards them. They were ghouls, which in reality were woodland mammals I’d turned into feral humans, implanted with the order to attack the party.
<div id="speakMC">“The Dungeon Master has gone all out…”</div>
Brack took a step back. He readied his axe and charged in, cleaving one of the shambling men in two. Meanwhile Mara and Catalina were looking at their hands.
<div id="Mara">“How do we cast spells?”</div>
The fighters had it easy. The magic users had no idea what to do.
<div id="speakMC">“How about… Fire Bolt!”</div>
She yelled. A ball of imaginary fire leapt from her hand and struck the ghoul. Almost everything they did was imaginary. Anyone who saw them would think that the local LARP community were having another gathering. Working together the four of them cut down the horde of ghouls, then charged up the stairs towards the wizard at the top.
<div id="speakMC">“You cannot stop me you fools!”</div>
He yelled at them.
<div id="Gol">“Yes I can!”</div>
Golgram rushed forward and drove his sword into the chest of the stuffed dummy he perceived to be a wizard.
<div id="speakMC">“Ack, you fool… It'll take more than to defeat me.”</div>
And so the party battled against a dummy, believing their battle to be hard fought. Finally the wizard was slain, collapsing face down into a pool of his own blood.
<div id="speakMC">“Well done.”</div>
I congratulated them.
<div id="speakMC">“You completed the quest, now you get to return to reality.”</div>
<div id="Brack">“Wait a min…”</div>
Brack tried to stop me, but I ignored him. All four of them fell into a trance. I ordered them all to return to school and sit down at the game table. When they woke up they were back in their original bodies.
<div id="Cata">“What happened?”</div>
They looked around at themselves.
<div id="Cata">“Did we all just… go to another world?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No. You were in this room the entire time.”</div>
I lied.
<div id="speakMC">“I merely altered your perception of reality to make you believe that you were your characters, and that their actions were your actions. Consider it a form of advanced hypnotism.”</div>
<div id="Gol">“Bullshit, it was all so real. There is no way we ‘imagined’ all that.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“That is exactly what happened. We are unfortunately out of time, but you completed the quest so good work. Thanks for playing guys. I’ll see you all around school.”</div>
I had everything packed up, so I just grabbed my bag and left. That had been fun. I knew I’d be trying that again in the future, but next time I’d change things up a little.
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Six friends woke up on a beach felling exhausted. The last thing they could remember was sitting down a table to start a new campaign in Dungeons & Dragons with a mysterious Dungeon Master at the head. As they regained their senses they realised something extraordinary had happened, or rather they realised several extraordinary things had happened. The first was that were no longer in the cramped dining room they had been a moment ago. They were now all on a sunny beach with a clear blue ocean to one side of them, and a thick jungle to the other. The second was that they weren’t themselves anymore, they were their characters.
“Holy shit, I’m a woman!”
One player exclaimed.
“I’m a dragonborn!!!”
Another let off a breathe of flames into the air.
I gave my new players some time to adjust to their new surroundings and their new bodies. Once they were comfortable, the game could begin.
~ End - Dungeon Master of Reality ~
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Catalina, Golgram and Mara all sat down at the table again. Brack was also sitting there, but they couldn't percieve him, and he couldn't percieve them.
<div id="speakMC">"Let's resume.</div>
<div id="Gol">“Let’s track that bastard down!”</div>
Brack had failed to realise that the feline member of the party was a good tracker. She picked up on his trail very quickly and began following. Unaware he was being followed Brack didn’t take the necessary precautions to stop them.
Instead he tried to take over the other tribal village. He had come up with the theory that if he could prove himself stronger than their strongest warrior, they’d appoint him the new leader. While his former team followed his trail to the camp, he successfully challenged the champion to a fight, and after an incredibly close battle, was declared the victor.
When Catalina and the others arrived not long after, they found Brack sitting on a bamboo throne being fed by hand by two women sitting on either side of him. He had a number of tribals now under his command.
<div id="Gol">“Well shit, now what?”</div>
They began to form a plan. I sat back and listened, giving them information on their surroundings when requested. There were 11 tribal people in the village. They had struggled to beat 5, and that was with Brack on their side. They had all gained a level since then, so let’s see if that extra level would be able to overcome the odds. They carefully crafted their plan while Brack confidently sat on his new throne, enjoying his ill-deserved luxuries. He was confident, but there was one thing you must never do in Dungeons & Dragons, and that’s underestimate what spellcasters are capable off.
Mara and Catalina both unleashed their magic on the tribal camp. They both cast the ‘sleep’ spell. The gambled on their combined magic being enough to take out most of the tribals. Their gamble paid off when the entire village fell into a magical slumber. Golgram then charged in, and went straight for Brack to stop him awakening his allies.
It was three against one, and Brack tried fighting, overconfidently believing he could win. He didn’t. Golgram and him were evenly matched, but with two spellcasters backing Golgram, the fight wasn't even close.
<div id="Gol">"Give up Brack!"</div>
<div id="Brack">"Never!"</div>
That wasn't a smart decision. He refused to surrender, forcing the party to beat him to within an inch of his life. Now he was dying, and only the power of healing magic could save him.
<div id="Mara">“What do we do with him?”</div>
Mara asked.
<div id="Cata">“Look away."</div>
Catalina ordered. The other two were hestitant.
<div id="Cata">"I said look away!"</div>
They turned their backs to her. That was when her expression changed. I saw her vengeful eyes look at Brack without an ounce of mercy.
<div id="Gol">"Wait... what are you going to do..."</div>
Golgram asked fearfully.
<div id="Cata">"I cast firebolt."</div>
Her friends couldn't stop her. Her spell blasted Brack in the chest, executing him. In the real world Brack collasped to the floor.
<div id="Mara">“Catalina..."</div>
Her friends looked at her with fearful eyes. She'd just killed him. Injuries in the game were replicated in real life, including fatal ones.
<div id="Cata">"And with that, I leave."</div>
She stood up and headed for the door.
<div id="Cata">"Please don't follow me."</div>
Mraa and Golgram were left stunned.
<div id="Mara">"What do we do? Joe, did you really kill him? You can bring him back right?"</div>
<div id="speakMC">"No. I can't. I have alraedy decided to not interfere with your decisions."</div>
<div id="Mara">"This is fucked up... your fucked up!"</div>
Maybe they were right. Was it me who killed Brack? Or did Catalina?
<div id="speakMC">"What will you two do now? If you want to return to normal you must..."</div>
<div id="Gol">"Fuck that, I'm not playing your twisted game anymore."</div>
They both left the room. Afterwards I erased all memory of Brack from the world so nobody but the four of us would ever know he existed. I smiled, looking at the power in my hands. I'd created the ultimate game, one where the losers ceased to exist, and the winners, well I'll just have to see if the next group can do better than this one.
<div id="speakMC">"So this is what it feels like to play God? I like it."</div>
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|POTADA]]</div>
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A new group of players entered the darkened room nervously. They knew what was at stake, and they knew what they were risking. Some had played Dungeons & Dragons before, others hadn't.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello everyone, I am your Dungeon Master. You will address me as such when you wish to ask a question. Now, everyone, I have looked over the character sheets you all sent met and prepared a unique experience for you all tonight. Trust me when I say you won’t have experienced anything like this before. Are you ready to begin?”</div>
My voice was mysterious, and the only my outline was lit leaving my blank clouded in shadow. The rules were simple, if my players beat the game, they were greatly rewarded, if they failed, they stayed as they were, and if they died, they died. The stakes were high, as were the risks. All my players would start out human, but the world was filled with traps and spells that could change them.
I’d set in place a few orders to help things go smoothly. They couldn’t touch me and would listen to me when I spoke.
<div id="speakMC">“Are you ready to start the game?”</div>
I asked them once they had settled, and the next adventure began.
~ End - Game of Fate ~
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I didn’t doubt that he had a good idea, I’d boosted his creativity to insane levels so whatever happened it would be interesting.
<div id="speakMC">“Sure, but first let me give you my memories on how to use it.”</div>
Otherwise he’d just be wasting time trying to figure out how the app worked. I transferred him my knowledge on how to use the app, excluding memories of what I’d done with it; I didn’t want him peeking into those. We returned to the room and took our seats.
<div id="Jer">“Continuing on from Monday, the four of you are in a tavern having just slain some goblins and saved the town. The celebrations lasted into the night, and the alcohol kept on coming so all four of you got blackout drunk. One by one each you passed out, intoxicated to levels beyond what most doctors would believe to be possible. As the last of you pass out from being drunk, a figure in a dark robe stands up from the corner. He has a sinister smile. He pulls from his robe a black wand shaped into a star at its head, and with a single wave of it the four of you are all pulled down into a portal, taking you all into another plane of existence.</div>
Well this was an improvement.
<div id="Jer">When you awake you are inside a dark chamber. Even those of you who have dark vision are unable to see anything. The chamber remains dark until all four of you are awake, and then the curtain of darkness rises.”</div>
Jeremy paused after that, fiddling with my phone behind his Dungeon Master screen. He did something, targeting himself, then continued.
<div id="Jer">“Welcome ‘heroes’.”</div>
His voice had changed, turning deeper like he had hit puberty a second time. Jeremy’s friends were all surprised by the sudden change. He sounded like a sinister old man now.
<div id="Jer">“I’ve been looking for some fresh contestants to play my game.”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Who are you?”</div>
Nicolas demanded, playing his character who excelled in strength, but lacked intelligence.
<div id="Jer">“Me? I am, ‘The Show Master’, although you can refer to me simple as Master if you wish.”</div>
Jeremy’s character screamed villain. He already had the four of us engaged in the mystery of who this man was.
<div id="Billy">“What do you want with us… Show Master?”</div>
Billy an orc wizard, asked him.
<div id="Jer">“We are going to play a game. I’ve prepared a few tests for you, pass them, and you can return to where you came from.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And if we fail?”</div>
I asked him
<div id="Jer">“Don’t worry. I won’t punish you for failing… although there isn’t any food or water here, and since the only way out is to win… well you understand what I’m trying to say. Have fun, the first challenge is through that door.”</div>
A display of colourful sparks illuminated a doorway. In that same moment the Show Master vanished. It was the only way out of this dark room, so we proceeded through it. The first trail involved a mirror, and a door. The door was locked, and key existed only within the mirrors reflection.
<div id="Jer">“Oh I’ve seen this one before. What we have to do is…”</div>
Rupert was cut off suddenly by Jeremy.
<div id="Jer">"Hold it! Play your character correctly. You may have seen this puzzle before, but your character wouldn’t."</div>
<div id="Rup">"Well I can't just forget the answer."</div>
Rupert foolishly replied. That wasn't true. Jeremy had the same thought as me. I saw him raise my phone and lock onto Rupert. A moment later there was hole in Rupert's memory.
<div id="Jer">"Problem solved, please continue."</div>
Jeremy laughed. He’d just erased Rupert’s memory. When I told Jeremy to encourage us to roleplay I didn't expect this to happen.
<div id="Rup">"Whatever, anyway I walk up to puzzle. The solution is... um..."</div>
Rupert tried to think of the answer that had been so clear in his head a moment ago.
<div id="Rup">"I swear I knew it..."</div>
He hadn't realised what had happened to him. Knowledge that had been in his mind a moment ago was now gone. Since he didn't know the solution anymore we began examining the mirror and the room.
The key existed within the mirror, but not the room. We couldn’t touch the key, but when it was revealed that we could move the mirror we quickly saw the trick. We titled the mirror forward, and the key slid down the floor as if it were a slope until it reached the base of the mirror. It then slid out onto the real floor. We happily picked it up and unlocked the door.
In the next room we found two men guarding two doors. As we approached they spoke out to us.
“I am Truth. I will only the tell the truth, and my brother will only lie."
“Do not be deceived. I am Truth, I will only tell the truth, and my brother will only lie.”
This puzzle was famous. One door would take us forward, the other would hinder us. There were a few solutions, the one I knew was to ask either man which door their brother would say leads forward. Both would tell you the answer is the dangerous door, meaning the other door was the right one.
<div id="speakMC">“I reckon my character is smart enough to know the answer.”</div>
I was a 200-year-old elf, and she had above average intelligence.
<div id="speakMC">“The solution is…”</div>
<div id="Jer">“Hold it!”</div>
Jeremy stopped me.
<div id="Jer">“Roll to see if you are smart enough.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Why do I need to roll for it? I know the answer, and my character is smarter than I am. Plus you didn't make Rupert roll." </div>
<div id="Jer">“Doesn’t matter. Roll for it.”</div>
I did as asked, but rolled low. I felt something dull sweep through my brain. Suddenly the answer to the riddle that I’d know only a moment ago was gone. He had just erased the knowledge from my mind. Now I was regretting giving him the app. Since I no longer knew the answer I was able to join my teammates in a discussion as to what the solution may be. After five minutes we gave up, and then came to the conclusion that we should just attack the two guys instead.
<div id="Rup">"Their armour looks nice, and they aren't hostile towards us. If we all strike at once then we'll..."</div>
Our planning was interupted by Jeremy.
<div id="Jer">“Hey, you can’t do that!”</div>
Jeremy complained. Jeez what is his problem now?
<div id="Rup">“Why not?”</div>
<div id="Jer">“Because you are all good characters! You can’t act evil without good reason.”</div>
Was that a rule? My character was indeed Lawful Good, but I didn't view my action as evil given our circumstances.
<div id="Billy">“Lighten up and let us have some fun.”</div>
Billy had a point.
<div id="Billy">"It's just a game."</div>
<div id="Jer">“Yes it is. So play it properly!”</div>
Jeremy was being stubborn. I didn't expect this to happen when I had used the app on him.
<div id="Rup">“Alright fine. Let’s just go through a random door then.”</div>
This was just a waste of time when none of us knew the solution. We picked a random door, and weren’t at all surprised when we found ourselves overrun by crazed zombies. Naturally we all opted to just turn tail and run. We retreated to the previous room then ran down the other passage way.
<div id="Nic">“Well that puzzle was a waste of time."</div>
Nicolas moaned. He wasn’t wrong. We spent fifteen minutes debating over something that in the end had been resolved in 15 seconds. Jeremy wasn't happy with us picking flaws in his game either. We proceeded into his next room. We had another puzzle waiting for us. None of us knew the solution this time, or at least admitted to knowing it.
<div id="Nic">“Maybe if we… Okay I think I might have an idea.”</div>
Nicolas was about to tell us when Jeremy stopped him.
<div id="Jer">“Hold it! Your character is meant to be of low intelligence. He wouldn’t have the brain capacity to figure this out.”</div>
<div id="Nic">“What? That’s bullshit. Am I meant to just sit around and not help them? Can't I at least 'roll' for it?”</div>
Nicolas was trying to insult him, and it worked. Jeremy looked annoyed at Nicolas, then an idea came to his head.
<div id="Jer">"I know how to fix this. If you don't want to pretend to be stupid, then I'll just make you stupid."</div>
He targeted Nicolas with the app, and did the unthinkable, he turned Nicolas into an idiot.
<div id="Nic">“Ugh, me head hurts, why us play silly game?”</div>
Nicolas’s speech and body language changed. His mental capacity was reduced to that of a Neanderthal. I had to stop Jeremy, but I was too late. He had already locked onto us all with the app.
<div id="Jer">“I order everyone to freeze.”</div>
My body tensed up under his command. I couldn’t move, none of us could.
<div id="Jer">“I’m going to make so you all roleplay seriously.”</div>
We didn’t have a choice in the matter. He switched back to his Dungeon Master voice and cleared his throat.
<div id="Jer">"Suddenly gas floods into the chamber, and you all fall asleep."</div>
He explained, then using the app, he made it happen.
<div id="choice">[[Next|JerP1]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“Actually, never mind.”</div>
I targeted him with the app and quickly undid everything. I filled him with some fake memories to cover things, then we returned to the room.
<div id="Jer">“Continuing on from Monday, the four of you are in a tavern having just slain some goblins and saved the town. The celebrations lasted into the night, and the alcohol kept on coming so all four of you got blackout drunk. One by one each you passed out, intoxicated to levels beyond what most doctors would believe to be possible. As the last of you pass out a figure in a dark robe stands up from the corner. He is smiling. He pulls from his robe a black wand, and with a single wave of it the four of you are all pulled into another plane of existence.</div>
Well this was an improvement.
<div id="Jer">When you awake the four of you are inside a dark chamber. Even those of you who have dark vision are unable to see anything. The chamber remains dark until all four of you are awake, and then the curtain of darkness rises.
'Welcome heroes’.”</div>
His tone had changed drastically. Jeremy’s friends were all surprised by the sudden change. He sounded like a deranged old man now.
<div id="Jer">“I’ve been looking for some fresh… contestants… to play my game.”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Who are you?”</div>
Nicolas demanded getting into character.
<div id="Jer">“Me? I am, ‘The Show Master’, although you can refer to me simple as Master if you wish.”</div>
Jeremy’s acting screamed villain. He already had the four of us engaged in the mystery of who this man was.
<div id="speakMC">“What do you want with us… Show Master?”</div>
<div id="Jer">“We are going to play a game. I’ve prepared a few tests for you, pass them, and you can return to where you came from.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And if we fail?”</div>
<div id="Jer">“Don’t worry. I won’t punish you for failing… although there isn’t any food or water here, and the only way out is to win… well you understand what I’m trying to say. Have fun, the first challenge is through that door.”</div>
A display of colourful sparks illuminated a doorway. It was the only way out of his dark room, so we proceeded through it. The first trail involved a mirror, and a door. The door was locked, and key existed only within the mirrors reflection.
<div id="Rup">“Oh I’ve seen this one before."</div>
Rupert began.
<div id="Rup">“What we have to do is tilt the mirro towards us."</div>
And that was excatly what we did. Jeremy seemed annoyed by it though.
<div id="Jer">"Guys, if you know the answer to a puzzle, but it isn't something your character would know, then please don't spoil it."</div>
Jeremy was serious that we roleplay this correctly. I could sort of see his viewpoint. We headed into the next room where we found two men guarding two doors. As we approached they spoke to us.
“I am Truth, I will only the tell the truth, and my brother will only lie."
“Do not be deceived. I am Truth, I will only tell the truth, and my brother will only lie.”
This puzzle was famous. One door would take us forward, the other would hinder us. There were a few solutions, the one I knew was to ask either man which door their brother would say leads forward. Both would point towards the incorrect door, meaning the other door was the right one.
<div id="speakMC">“I reckon my character is smart enough to know the answer.”</div>
I was a 200-year-old elf, and she had above average intelligence.
<div id="Jer">“Hold it!”</div>
Jeremy stopped me.
<div id="Jer">“You nneed to roll to see if you are smart enough.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Alright."</div>
I'll play by his rules. I did as I was asked, but rolled low.
<div id="speakMC">"Sorry guys I have no idea what the solution is apprently."</div>
The others talked amongst themselves what the solution might be. I could only sit in silence. I wasn't even allowed to give hints. Eventually my team got bored, and came to the conclusion that we just attack the two guys instead.
<div id="Jer">“Hey, you can’t do that!”</div>
Jeremy complained as our characters drew their weapons.
<div id="Nic">“Why not?”</div>
<div id="Jer">“Because you are all good characters! You can’t act evil without good reason.”</div>
Was that a rule? My character was indeed Lawful Good, but that wasn’t something I picked.
<div id="Rup">“Lighten up and let us have some fun.”</div>
Rupert tried, and failed, to let us do what we want.
<div id="Jer">“No. Play properly.”</div>
Jeremy was being stubborn.
<div id="Billy">“Alright fine. Let’s just go through a random door then.”</div>
This was just a waste of time at this point. We picked a random door weren’t all that surprised when we found ourselves overrun by crazed zombies. Naturally we all opted to just turn tail and run. We retreated to the previous room and slammed the door shut. We then ran down the other passage way.
<div id="Nic">“Well that puzzle was a waste of time.”</div>
Nicolas joked. He wasn’t wrong. We spent fifteen minutes debating over something that in the end had been resolved in 15 seconds. Jeremy wasn't happy with us picking flaws in his game. We proceeded into his next puzzle room. We had another puzzle, none of us knew, or at least admitted to knowing, the answer to it.
<div id="Nic">“Maybe if we… Okay I think I have an idea.”</div>
Nicolas was about to tell us when Jeremy stopped him.
<div id="Jer">“Hold it! Your character is meant to of low inteligence He wouldn’t have the brain capacity to figure this out.”</div>
<div id="Nic">“What? My guy isn't that dumb."</div>
Nicolas argued.
<div id="Nic">"How am I meant to have fun if I'm not allowed to think? You're being too serious Jeremy. It's us playing, not you."</div>
He was right. Jeremy couldn't force us to play the way he wanted us to. Jeremy wasn't happy with us disobeying his rules, but we ignored his complaints and did what we wanted to. What could he really do about it?
The answer, double the boss's health and damage. We were all level 1. With a single attack the boss knocked out Nicolas, then Billy, then Rupert, and finally me. Our party was wiped out. Four attacks. Four instant kills. We never stood a chance.
<div id="Jer">"Torn limb from limb by a mysterious monster, your journey has come to an end."</div>
With that Jeremy closed the book on our campaign. There were no plans to continue. Jeremy had acted very differently from what I imagined. He had it in his head that we had to roleplay our characters perfectly. We left the room and didn't speak to each other as we left school. I restored Jeremy to how he'd been before, realising I was probably at fault.
This week had been a waste, and as Monday morning rolled around again I found myself back where I had started. Maybe this week I’d have better luck.
To be continued in Week 3
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I woke up feeling both physically and mentally different. I lifted my head from the table, and felt long strands of silver hair brush past my face. I noticed immediately that I had two large DD cup breasts tightly pressing against my uniform. I was now a woman, a woman with pointed ears, sleek silver hair, massive breasts and sharp facial features. I took a moment to let my brain connect to this new form. A quick glance in a hand mirror confirmed what had happened to me, I’d been turned into my character Syfina. The one responsible for this was clear.
<div id="speakSy">“Jeremy!”</div>
I turned my gaze towards our Dungeon Master. He was just putting the finishing touches on the other players. Nicolas had turned into a muscle-bound barbarian, Billy’s skin had turned green to reflect that he was meant to be a half-orc, and Rupert had gone from being the tallest in the room, to the shortest. As a dwarf he had become a pint-sized man half his previous size. If I was being honest, I didn’t dislike the idea as playing as our characters. It had a fun twist, however what I didn’t agree with were the mental changes, and the fact Jeremy didn't ask us before forcing the changes upon us. I had used the app on myself enough to know when my mind had been altered.
<div id="Jer">“Oh you're up Syfina.”</div>
Jeremy had a mischievous smile on his face.
<div id="speakSy">“Jeremy, my name is Syfina...huh? That isn't right...”</div>
What was my real name? No matter how much I thought about the only word that came to mind was Syfina. He’d changed my memories! I tried to think hard about my real name, but it was impossible. Every instance of my name being mentioned within my memories always returned the same answer, ‘Syfina’.
<div id="Nic">“Ugh what happened? Me feels weird.”</div>
Our barbarian woke up, trying to comprehend what had happened.
<div id="Nic">“Something is different.”</div>
His intelligence was so low that he was struggling to figure out what had happened to him. The others however were smart enough to comprehend their changes.
<div id="Rup">“I’m tiny! Oh God what has happened to me?”</div>
Rupert had just looked down at his half-sized body. He stood up to discover that he wasn’t as tall as he used to be. He began panicking, which I couldn’t deny was kind of hilarious. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but I couldn’t help it.
Billy then awoke to a shock.
<div id="green">“My hands! My arms! My face! I’m hideous, and green!”</div>
He'd been turned into a half-orc. His skin was a dark green colour now, and was completely bald. Rupert was the complete opposite. He had a massive beard that went down to his knees. His hair was so long and thick that his neck was no longer visible. Their gaze drifted from their own bodies to their comrades.
<div id="Rup">"Holy shit, what the fuck is that?"</div>
They reacted harshly to Billy.
<div id="green">"Guys, it's me!"</div>
Billy explained, or at least tried. All their voices had changed though so those words meant nothing.
<div id="Jer">"Calm down everyone!"</div>
Jeremy ordered. I felt a calming feeling run through my body. I knew Jeremy's order had been issued with the poser forcing us to calm down. I may have been calm, but it didn't change how I felt about what Jeremy had done to us.
<div id="choice">[[I was annoyed]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I found it quite amusing]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedSchool.png">
I didn't give him my phone so that he could do this to me.
<div id="Rup">“Jeremy is this all your doing?”</div>
Billy and Rupert both directed their angry gazes towards him.
<div id="Jer">“Yes. I am the Dungeon Master, I have the ability to alter reality at will.”</div>
I listened to him talk. He'd gone mad with power, and used it on us because he weren't playing how he wanted us to play. I had told him to encourage us to roleplay, but I didn't think this would happen.
<div id="Jer">"Since you all didn't want to role-play correctly I've made it easier for you. You will be playing as your characters, as your characters. Physically and mentally. Since we are out of time for tonight I'll let you spend some time with your new bodies to get used to them."</div>
We'd been out cold for some time as Jeremy made the changes to our bodies and minds. I didn't feel different, but I didn't doubt that I was.
<div id="Rup">“Turn us back!”</div>
The others demanded. Jeremy had other plans. He knew how to use the app, including the Mass Memory Alteration. He selected us all as exceptions then with the press of a button he changed the world. Not a moment later the door opened.
“Time to pack up and get home.”
A teacher stood at the door with keys in her hand. She didn’t notice anything unusual about the cast assembled in the room.
<div id="Jer">“Okay, give us 5 minutes.”</div>
Jeremy replied, surprised that the Mass Memory Alteration had worked. The teacher didn't see anything odd about the group in front of her.
“You have 2."
She closed the door again, but would return soon.Jeremy quickly began tidying up pretending that we were just going to accept this.
<div id="Rup">“Jeremy turn us back! You can’t leave us like this!”</div>
They tried to grab him, but their hands froze up as they were unable to lay a finger on him. Shit, he'd issued an order to not lay a finger on him. I probably had that same order. Getting my phone back just became a lot harder.
<div id="Rup">“What did you do to us?”</div>
No matter how much they willed it, their bodies refused to let them lay a finger on Jeremy.
<div id="speakSy">“He implanted a command within your heads that prevents you from touching him. Jeremy you are talking this too far!"</div>
<div id="Jer">"I disagree, Syfina."</div>
Jeremy was being a real asshole now.
<div id="speakSy">"You need to stop and think logically. What do you gain from this? Are you so bitter that we didn't play your dumb game right you had to do this to us?"</div>
My words bounced off him.
<div id="Jer">“We’ll continue tomorrow!”</div>
Jeremy shouted.
<div id="Jer">"I'd advise you all to show up if you ever want to return to normal. I'll be keeping your phone Joe. If I gave it back to you you'd just undo everything."</div>
<div id="speakSy">"How are you going to charge it? It has a brand specific charger."</div>
<div id="Jer">"I'll figure it out."</div>
Shit. He knew I was lying. He left and we couldn't stop him. I left soon after, and got a bus home. Nobody paid my unusual body much attention. Well, not until I undid a few buttons to give my bust some room to breathe. That was when the eyes of several teenage boys came floating my way. I could hear them whispering about me, debating if I was a 9/10 or 10/10. I smiled a little. It was the first time I'd ever heard praise spoken about my body. Wait, this wasn't something I should be smiling about.
When I got home I decided to take a good look at what Jeremy had done to me. I closed my curtains, broke free from my uniform, and took a good look at my naked body. I had a very full figure. Decent muscle, thick thighs and child bearing hips. I was neither skinny nor fat. It was a well-rounded body, except for my massive chest. A DD cup size may be nice to look at, but they weren’t a joy to have to move around with. I was going to need a bra. Thank God, the Mass Memory Alteration had refitted my wardrobe. I picked out a supportive bra and carefully put it on. I added a matching pair of panties and took another look at myself in the mirror.
<div id="speakSy">“Had to imagine I’m meant to be someone’s son.”</div>
I looked like I was in my mid-twenties minimum. My character was meant to be a few hundred years old, but since elves stopped aging once they hit their prime I was still youthful.
<div id="speakChloe">“Syfina!”</div>
I heard Chloe calling out to me.
<div id="speakChloe">“Time for dinner.”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“Sure.”</div>
I’d have to finish examining myself later. Being called Syfina still didn't sit right with me, but Jeremy had altered my mind so I no longer knew my real name. I put on some causal clothing and headed downstairs. My family didn’t question the situation at all. To them it was perfectly normal that a member of their family was a mature woman with pointed ears that didn’t share a single gene with anyone else at the table.
After dinner I pulled out my books and started my homework. Even in this body I still had work to do. That was when the mental changes I received kicked in. Problems that had previously baffled me were now clear as day. I could memorise information and apply it much easier. My capacity for learning and understanding had gone up, reflecting my character's high intelligence. Homework was a breeze, and I then spent the night enjoying my free time with some games. It kept my mind off what had happened to me. When it came time for me to sleep I discovered I couldn’t. I didn’t feel tired, and when I laid down and closed my eyes I just sat there, no closer to sleep than I had been when playing games.
<div id="speakSy">“Oh of course, elves don’t need sleep.”</div>
Jeremy would have based my body upon my character. I quickly looked up the rules and discovered that instead of sleep, elves rested by meditating for several hours. I played games for a few hours more, then got comfy on my bed and began meditating. I’d never tried meditating before, but I came to enjoy how relaxing it felt. Time felt like it was smoothly flowing by, then suddenly I heard the chirping of birds as morning came.
<div id="choice">[[Afternoon|Jem2b]]</div>
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I began laughing, and my laughter didn’t go unnoticed.
<div id="speakSy">“Lighten up guys, this is pretty amusing.”</div>
Our dumb barbarian began laughing with me, but he only laughing because I was.
<div id="green">“Shut up Nicolas, this isn’t funny."</div>
Billy snapped at him.
<div id="Nic">“Sorry. Me no mean to laugh.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“Jeremy is this all your doing?”</div>
Billy and Rupert both directed their angry gazes towards him.
<div id="Jer">“Yes. I am the Dungeon Master, I have the ability to alter reality at will.”</div>
I listened to him talk and laughed.
<div id="speakSy">"It adds an interesting twist to the game, but we are out of time for tonight.”</div>
We’d been out cold for too long. Any minute now a teacher would show up to chase us out of the building so they could lock up.
<div id="Rup">“Yeah so turn us back!”</div>
The others demanded. Jeremy had other plans. He knew how to use the app, including the Mass Memory Alteration. He selected us all as exceptions then with the press of a button he changed the world. Not a moment later the door opened.
“Time to pack up and get home.”
A teacher stood at the door with keys in her hand. She didn’t notice anything unusual about the cast assembled in the room.
<div id="Jer">“Okay, give us five minutes.”</div> Jeremy replied to her. He was surprised that the Mass Memory Alteration had worked. The teacher didn't see anything odd about the dwarf, ork and barbarian that were all her students.
“You have two.”
She replied as she closed the door. Jeremy quickly began tidying up as did I.
<div id="green">“Jeremy turn us back! You can’t leave us like this!”</div>
They tried to grab him, but their hands froze up as they were unable to lay a finger on him.
<div id="Jer">“What did you do to us?”</div>
No matter how much they willed it, their bodies refused to let them lay a finger on Jeremy.
<div id="speakSy">“He implanted a command within your heads that prevents you from touching him.”</div>
I probably had that same command inside my head. Not that it was needed, I was enjoying this. Why would I want to bring it to a premature end?
<div id="green">“Syfina!”</div>
They hissed my new name, and not whatever my name used to be. Jeremy must have altered their memories as well as mine. I wonder how much of me was actually me? It was a worrying thought. I might be okay with this because Jeremy had ordered me to be. No, he would have given all of us that order in that case. While my three companions struggled to find a way to resist Jeremy’s will, I just went along with it. I packed up my stuff then walked up to Jeremy.
<div id="speakSy">“I will need my phone back though.”</div>
I explained to him.
<div id="speakSy">“The batteries dead anyway. Unless you can charge it it’s useless to you.”</div>
Jeremy was hesitant.
<div id="speakSy">“I promise I won’t mess around with your game, my character is truthful so that means so am I.”</div>
I was sincere, and thanks to that Jeremy handed my phone over. With my phone back in my possession I headed for the door. Nobody tried to stop me, meaning they hadn't realised that it was my phone that held the power to turn them back.
<div id="Jer">“We’ll continue tomorrow!”</div>
Jeremy called out after me.
<div id="speakSy">“Sure thing.”</div>
I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I left school and got a crowded bus home. Nobody paid my unusual body much attention. It felt like the heater was turned up to full. I had to give these breasts some room to breathe. I undid a few buttons and felt the tightness loosen.
That was when the eyes of several teenage boys came floating my way. I could hear them whispering about me, debating if I was a 9/10 or 10/10. I smiled a little. It was the first time I'd ever heard praise spoken about my body.
When I got home I decided to take a good look at what all the fuss was about. I closed my curtains, broke free from my uniform, and took a good look at my naked body. I had a very full figure. Decent muscle, strong thighs and child bearing hips. I was neither skinny nor fat. It was a well-rounded body, except for my massive chest. A DD cup size may be nice to look at, but they weren’t a joy to have to move around with. I was going to need a bra. Fortunately, the Mass Memory Alteration had refitted my wardrobe. I picked out a supportive bra and carefully put it on. I added a matching pair of panties and took another look at myself in the mirror.
<div id="speakSy">“Hard to imagine I’m meant to be someone’s son.”</div>
I looked like I was in my mid-twenties minimum. My character was meant to be a few hundred years old, but since elves stopped aging once they hit their prime I was still youthful.
<div id="speakChloe">“Syfina! Time for dinner”</div>
I heard Chloe calling out to me.
<div id="speakSy">“Sure.”</div>
I’d have to finish examining myself later. I put on some nice clothing and headed downstairs. My family didn’t question the situation at all. To them it was perfectly normal that a member of their family was a mature woman with pointed ears that didn’t share a single gene with anyone else at the table.
Afterwards I returned to my room and picked up my phone. I had more than enough charge now to return my body to how it should be, return everyone’s memories to normal, and have enough time to fully charge it again before morning. I didn’t though. I wanted to stay like this a little longer. I pulled out my books and started my homework. That was when the mental changes I received kicked in. Problems that had previously baffled me were now clear as day. I could memorise information and apply it much easier. My capacity for learning and understanding had gone up, reflecting my character's high intelligence. Homework was a breeze, and I then spent the night enjoying my free time with some games When it came time for me to sleep I discovered I couldn’t. I didn’t feel tired, and when I laid down and closed my eyes I just sat there, no closer to sleep than I had been when playing games.
<div id="speakSy">“Oh right, elves don’t need sleep.”</div>
Jeremy would have based my body upon my character. I quickly looked up the rules and discovered that instead of sleep, elves rested by meditating for several hours. I played games for a few hours more, then got comfy on my bed and began meditating. I’d never tried meditating before, but I came to enjoy how relaxing it felt. Time felt like it was smoothly flowing by, then suddenly I heard the chirping of birds as morning came. Today would be interesting.
<div id="choice">[[Afternoon|Jem2]]</div>
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The following day of school was different yet the same. People greeted me normally, except for my new name. Nobody in school questioned why there was a busty elf, a dwarf, a bald muscular man or a green skinned orc lookalike sitting amongst them. Our new appearences did make us stand out. I could spot Nicolas and Billy through a crowd. Rupert, not so much.
After the final bell I headed up to the same classroom as yesterday. There I found Jeremy setting up his game.
<div id="speakSy">“Afternoon."</div>
I greeted him and slid my phone across. His ideas had been fun so far, I saw no harm in letting him have the power of the app. Being at the Dungeon Master’s will had a thrill to it. The others soon arrived after me.
<div id="Rup">"Jeremy can you please turn us back?"</div>
They begged again.
<div id="Jer">"I've decided that once this quest is over I'll return everyone to normal. It'll only take you a day or two 'if' you play property."</div>
The others all wanted to return to normal and would play Jeremy’s game the way he wanted to achieve that.
<div id="Jer">“After completing The Show Master’s challenges, you pass through the final door and find yourselves in an empty tavern."</div>
Jeremy then altered his voice to that of The Show Master.
<div id="Jer">“Welcome back players. Did you enjoy my games?”</div>
<div id="Rup">“You piece of shit, you’ll free us right now!”</div>
Rupert aggressively fronted on him. Everyone was explaining their actions as they took them.
<div id="green">“I try to grab this guy and pull him into a choke hold!”</div>
Billy declared. As he tried The Show Master vanished into a cloud of mist and reappeared next to him.
<div id="Jer">“Now now, don't blame me for your mistakes. The players should never raise their hand against the host. Now, this has been fun, but I’ll let strings of fate take over for now.”</div>
He suddenly disappeared, and there was nothing we could do about it.
<div id="green">“Dammit!”</div>
Billy punched the wall.
<div id="green">“Fucking magic.”</div>
<div id="speakSy">"Aren't you a wizard?"</div>
We were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of the same town guard as before. He was a recurring character, so we asked for his name and found out it was Gimwick.
<div id="Jer">“Listen, we appreciate your help, but there are rumours going around that you may have orchestrated the attack on our town.”</div>
<div id="Rupert">“What do you mean we ‘orchestrated’ this? We just arrived in this city, and look at us! Do you think we could order a bunch of goblins to…”</div>
<div id="Jer">“No. I don’t, but someone is spreading rumours that you did. Swearing that they have hard evidence.”</div>
Gimwick seemed to trust us, but I could see where this was going.
<div id="Rup">“Well he’s a fucking lair.”</div>
<div id="Jer">“I agree, but other people have begun to question it. You guys appeared out of nowhere on the same night this attack occurred. Then you fought them off without much trouble and were treated as heroes afterwards. Some people find that a bit suspicious.”</div>
<div id="green">“Show me to him, I’ll set him straight.”</div>
Billy punched his fists together.
<div id="Jer">“I… No. I can’t. I’d be promoting violence in the town.”</div>
Gimwick would require some convincing. I stepped forward to handle that.
<div id="speakSy">“Gimwick, this man is trying to turn the towns people against us. Now look at my three companions, if the town decides to pick a fight with them, do you think they’ll run away, or accept the challenge?”</div>
My words reached Gimwick’s heart and he handed over the identity of the man we wanted.
<div id="Jer">"The rumours are coming from a man named Dorin Grey."</div>
His explanation was followed by directions on how to get to find this man.
<div id="Rup">“Let’s kill the bastard.”</div>
Rupert was already putting on his armour. My comrades were very eager to get a move on. The four of us were soon venturing towards where we believed the individual resided. To get there we had to pass through the town square. Hostile gazes were sent our way as we passed through the crowd.
<div id="speakSy">“Even if we kill this guy, I don’t think it’ll change people’s opinion of us. If anything, it’ll only get worse."</div>
I whispered to my teammates.
<div id="Billy">“I don’t care. I say we just take this guy out the back for a beating, dumb his body then skip town.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“We have no ties to this place. I agree with that idea."</div>
<div id="Nic">“I punch lying man.”</div>
Even Nicolas chimed in. My party was firmly in the belief that this guy had to die. Well it was just a game, so I didn’t care what happened to him. To get to the location the guard had tipped us off about we had to pass through an alleyway. However, as we walked down a group of thugs appeared to bar our path. A second group appeared behind us, caging us in.
<div id="Jer">"You can't pass through here."</div>
The leader of the thugs stepped forward. In total there was 8 of them, and they were all armed.
<div id="green">"Where were you assholes last night when the town was under attack?"</div>
<div id="speakSy">“I didn’t think a town of this size could have so many thugs."</div>
I added in. It had taken us less than a second to find a flaw with this encounter.
<div id="Jer">“We’re here to teach you lairs a lesson!”</div>
The thugs yelled, ignoring our complaints.
<div id="Jer">"Now give back the gold you stole from us, or we'll beat it out of you."</div>
Stole? Oh he meant the reward money.
<div id="Rup">“Will you?" Alright so here’s the deal. Diplomacy is a waste of time. So, I’m going to just walk forward, and should someone get in my way I will remove them with my axe."</div>
Jeremy didn't seem to agree with that idea.
<div id="Jer">"You are outnumbered and they are all armed."</div>
He warned. Was he trying to suggest we don't resolve this through violence? Shame Rupert wasn't listening. What he said wasn't an empty threat. We advanced, they didn’t get out of the way, so we forced our way through. Rupert made the first attack, and scored a critical hit, doubling his potential damage. He then rolled the maximum amount of damage he could leading to the instant death of his victim.
After that it was an all out brawl. Being in close quarters meant I struggled to land a shot. Rupert on the otherhand rolled another critical hit, and with it maximum damage again. Another enemy instantly killed. He was getting very lucky, or was he? I watched him as he made his next attack, and that was when I noticed it. Not only was he fudging his dice rolls, the d20 he was using had a second 20 in the place where it would normally have a 1. As for his damage die, it was clearly weighed. I laughed when I saw it. I wish I'd thought of that idea. Jeremy hadn't noticed it. He did seem to be a little annoyed by the mass murder occuring though.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Let it slide]]</div>
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With the thugs slaughtered, we pressed forward and entered the house Gimwick had told us about ready to kill. We wouldn't have the chance to spill more blood as the building was completely deserted. A thick lair of dust clung to the broken furniture. Nobody had been in here in a long time.
<div id="green">“This isn’t making any sense. The guard sent us here because he knew the lying asshole was here."</div>
Hearing him say what the problem was enlightened me to the solution.
<div id="speakSy">“Of course, it all makes sense now. Those thugs had no way to know we’d be walking through that exact alley at that exact time unless someone planned for us to do so. So, who was the one that told us to go there?”</div>
<div id="green">“The guard!”</div>
It was the only logical explanation. The others all agreed. We did a complete U-turn, ignored the 8 bodies we’d left behind, and headed back to the original tavern. It was no surprise that the guard wasn’t there. We searched all over town, but nobody told us where he was. A lot people greeted us with hostility as well. The rumours about us had been spreading. We had to put our heads together and figure out what to do.
<div id="speakSy">“Skipping town would be the easiest option, but I sense you all want the liar dead.”</div>
They all nodded. As the brains of the party it was up to me to figure out how to catch this guy.
<div id="speakSy">“Searching high and low won’t work. If I had to guess, I’d say The Show Master is involved, and with magic on his side he can easily evade us.”</div>
<div id="green">“I suggest fear and intimidation. We take people hostage and force them to tell us where the guy is."</div>
Billy's plan had too many flaws. If I knew Jeremy, he would have laid out a specific solution which would be the only solution. Of course, it was our job as players to screw with his plan.
<div id="speakSy">"Good plan."</div>
I said, agreeing with Billy just to annoy Jeremy.
<div id="Jer">“Wait, you guys are going to take taking hostages?"</div>
Jeremy asked, a little confused.
<div id="green">“I feel it's what my character would do."</div>
Billy was getting cocky now.
<div id="Jer">“Aren’t you going to investigate the guard?"</div>
Jeremy was giving us clear direction, but we just ignored it.
<div id="speakSy">"Wow, you can't tell us stuff like that Jeremy."</div>
I jokingly complained.
<div id="speakSy">"Your giving us information our characters wouldn't know."</div>
Checkmate. Jeremy had been forcing us to roleplay seriously. It was fun turning that against him. This was a game after all. It was meant to be fun. We found a busy building, drew our weapons and rushed in. Rupert and his cheat dice rolled very high for his intimidation. We quickly took hostages, locked the doors and waited for the guards to notice what was going on.
<div id="Jer">"Um... guards began to swarm outside the building."</div>
Jeremy explained, his voice giving away he was unsure of how to handle the situation.
<div id="Rup">"Okay. Tell them we will only speak to Gimwick."</div>
<div id="Jer">"Um... they tell you that he isn't here."</div>
Jeremy had stopped speaking as his NPCs. He had no plans for what was happening. His stubborness had surpressed his creativity, leaving him unable to adapt.
<div id="Rup">"Okay, I say to them 'I'm going to start killing hostages, so I'd advise you all to go find Gimwick and bring him here.'"</div>
That was when Jeremy slammed his notebook shut and took a deep breath.
<div id="Jer">“Rocks fall, everyone dies."</div>
Those were the famous words of a Dungeon Master who’d completely lost control of his players. We'd completely derailed his campaign. Our plan had forced the game to a premature end through the death of our characters.
<div id="speakSy">“But it was just getting fun."</div>
I joked, doing my best to get under Jeremy’s skin.
<div id="Billy">"Yeah, and it was a good plan in my eyes."</div>
<div id="Jer">“You all intentionally ruined my story.”</div>
Jeremy hissed back.
<div id="Rup">“You're Story? Whatever. The game is over, so return us to normal!”</div>
Rupert demanded. Jeremy glared at him. To think these guys had once been good friends. The app had really torn them apart. I couldn’t stand by and just watch this.
<div id="speakSy">“Alright everyone.”</div>
I jumped onto the table as I addressed them.
<div id="speakSy">“Jeremy made some mistakes, but we can all agree he shouldn’t have forcefully turned us into our characters. Next time, let’s do this right.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“What do you mean?”</div>
I was surprised they were going to hear me out. I thought there would have been more shouting when I suggested we continue playing.
<div id="speakSy">“As a trail run, that was a failure, but I think we can agree on the existence of potential. The problem was it was either Jeremy having fun, or us. Never both of us at once. I have a few ideas to fix that. First, I'm going to turn everyone back to normal."</div>
I held out my hand towards Jeremy. He handed me back the app. With it I returned everyone and everything to normal. The others were glad to have their bodies back.
<div id="speakSy">“Everyone come back here tomorrow and bring blank character sheets. This time things will be better I promise."</div>
<div id="Rup">"Will you turn us into our characters again?"</div>
<div id="speakSy">"I think it adds to the experience. If you dislike it, then just make a character who looks excatly like you do now."</div>
They seemed open to that idea. We exchanged a few words, and they left leaving me alone with Jeremy.
<div id="speakSy">“Here is the problem. You didn’t give us any flexibility. You need to be able to adapt on the fly to your players decisions.”</div>
It was partially my fault. I’d given Jeremy plenty of creativity, but I neglected to give him any flexibility. As a result he had lots of ideas, but refused to yield or take criticism on them. I’d used up the app’s power returning everything to normal, but once it was recharged I’d turn Jeremy into the Dungeon Master he aspired to be.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|Rocksfall]]</div>
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The following day of school was different yet the same. People greeted me normally, except for my new name. Nobody in school questioned why there was a busty elf, a dwarf, a bald body builder or a green skinned orc lookalike sitting amongst them. Our new appearences did make us stand out. I could spot Nicolas and Billy through a crowd. Rupert, not so much.
After the final bell I headed up to the same classroom as yesterday. There I found Jeremy setting up his game.
<div id="speakSy">“Afternoon.”</div>
I greeted coldy. I saw my phone sitting in front of him. I considered grabbing it, but if he reacted first then I'd just be screwing myself over. Hopefully he hadn't issued an order that would prevent me from using it yet. The others entered the room soon after.
<div id="Rup">"Jeremy can you please turn us back?"</div>
They begged. None of us were enjoying his torture.
<div id="Jer">"I've decided that once this quest is over I'll return everyone to normal. It'll only take you a day or two 'if' you play property."</div>
The others all wanted to return to normal and would play Jeremy’s game the way he wanted to achieve that. We got started and Jeremy put on his Dungeon Master voice.
<div id="Jer">“After completing The Show Master’s challenges, you pass through the final door and find yourselves in an empty tavern."</div>
Jeremy explained. He then altered his voice to that of The Show Master.
<div id="Jer">“Welcome back players. Did you enjoy my games?”</div>
<div id="Rup">“You piece of shit, you’ll free us right now!”</div>
Rupert aggressively fronted on him. Everyone was explaining their actions as they took them.
<div id="green">“I try to grab this guy and pull him into a choke hold!”</div>
Billy declared. As he tried The Show Master vanished into a cloud of mist and reappeared next to him.
<div id="Jer">“Now now, don't blame me for your mistakes. The players should never raise their hand against the host. Now, this has been fun, but I’ll let strings of fate take over for now.”</div>
He suddenly disappeared, and there was nothing we could do about it.
<div id="green">“Dammit!”</div>
Billy punched the wall.
<div id="green">“Fucking magic.”</div>
<div id="speakSy">"Should a wizard be saying that?"</div>
I remarked. We were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of the same town guard as before. He was a recurring character, so we asked for his name and learnt it to be Gimwick.
<div id="Jer">“Listen, we appreciate your help, but there are rumours going around that you may have orchestrated this.”</div>
<div id="green">“What do you mean we ‘orchestrated’ this? We just arrived in this town, and look at us! Do you think we could order a bunch of goblins to…”</div>
<div id="Jer">“No. I don’t, but someone is spreading rumours that you did. Swearing that they have hard evidence."</div>
<div id="green">“Well he’s a fucking lair.”</div>
<div id="Jer">“I agree, but other people have begun to question it. You guys appeared out of nowhere on the same night this attack occurred. Then you fought them off without much trouble then were treated as heroes and recieved a hefty reward. Some people find that a bit suspicious.”</div>
<div id="green">“Show me to him, I’ll set him straight.”</div>
Billy punched his fists together.
<div id="Jer">“I… No. I can’t. I’d be promoting violence in the town.”</div>
Gimwick would require some convincing. I stepped forward to handle that.
<div id="speakSy">“Gimwick, this man is trying to turn the towns people against us. Now look at my three companions, if the town decides to pick a fight with them, do you think they’ll run away, or accept the challenge?”</div>
My words reached Gimwick’s heart and he handed over the identity of the man we wanted.
<div id="Jer">"The rumours are coming from a man named Dorin Grey."</div>
He explained, giving us directions on how to get to find this man.
<div id="Rup">“Let’s kill the bastard.”</div>
Rupert was already putting on his armour. My comrades were very eager to get a move on. The four of us were soon venturing towards where we believed the individual resided. To get there we had to pass through the town square. Hostile gazes were sent our way as we passed through the crowd.
<div id="speakSy">“Even if we kill this guy, I don’t think it’ll change people’s opinion of us. If anything, it’ll only get worse."</div>
I whispered to my teammates.
<div id="green">“I don’t care. I say we just take this guy out the back for a beating, dumb his body then skip town.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“We have no ties to this place. I agree with that idea."</div>
<div id="Nic">“I punch lying man.”</div>
Even Nicolas chimed in. My party was firmly in the belief that this guy had to die. Well it was just a game, so I didn’t care what happened to him. To get to the location the guard had tipped us off about we had to pass through an alleyway. However, as we walked down a group of thugs appeared to bar our path. A second group appeared behind us, caging us in.
<div id="Jer">"You can't pass through here."</div>
The leader of the thugs stepped forward. In total there was 8 of them, and they were all armed.
<div id="green">"Where were you assholes last night when the town was under attack?"</div>
<div id="speakSy">“I didn’t think a town of this size could have so many thugs.”</div>
I added in. It had taken us less than a second to find a flaw with this encounter.
<div id="Jer">“We’re here to teach you liars a lesson!”</div>
The thugs yelled, ignoring our complaints.
<div id="Jer">"Now give back the gold you stole from us, or we'll beat it out of you."</div>
<div id="Rup">“Will you? Alright so here’s the deal.”</div>
Rupert addressed them.
<div id="Rup">“Diplomacy is a waste of time. So, I’m going to just walk forward, and should someone get in my way I will remove them with my axe."</div>
Jeremy didn't seem to agree with that idea.
<div id="Jer">"You are outnumbered and they are all armed."</div>
Jeremy warned. Was he trying to suggest we don't resolve this through violence? Shame Rupert wasn't listening. What he said wasn't an empty threat. We advanced, they didn’t get out of the way, so we forced our way through. Rupert made the first attack, and scored a critical hit. He did the maximum amount of damage he could leading to the instant death of his victim. After that it was an all out brawl. Being in close quarters meant I struggled to land a shot. Rupert on the otherhand rolled another critical hit, and with it maximum damage again. Another enemy instantly killed. He was getting lucky, or was he? I watched him as he made his next attack, and that was when I noticed it. His d20 die had a second 20 in the place where it would normally have a 1. His damage dice was also clearly weighted. I wish I'd thought of that idea. It would help us move this along so I wasn't going to tell Jeremy what was happening. He was busy trying to deal with the mass murder occuring.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Jem3b]]</div>
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With the thugs removed from life, we pressed forward and entered the house ready to kill. We didn't get the chance to spill more blood as the building was completely deserted. A thick lair of dust clung to the broken furniture. Nobody had been in here in a long time.
<div id="green">“This isn’t making any sense. The guard sent us here because he knew the lying asshole was here."</div>
Billy complained. Hearing him say what the problem was enlightened me to the solution.
<div id="speakSy">“Of course, it all makes sense now. Those thugs had no way to know we’d be walking through that exact alley at that exact time unless someone planned for us to do so. So, who was the one that told us to go there?”</div>
<div id="green">“The guard!”</div>
It was the only logical explanation. The others all agreed. We did a complete U-turn, ignored the 8 bodies we’d left behind, and headed back to the original tavern. It was no surprise that the guard wasn’t there. We searched all over town, but nobody told us where he was. A lot people greeted us with hostility as well. The rumours about us had been spreading. We had to put our heads together and figure out what to do.
<div id="speakSy">“Skipping town would be the easiest option, but I sense you all want the liar dead."</div>
I said to them, and they all nodded. As the brains of the party it was up to me to figure out how to catch this guy.
<div id="speakSy">“Searching high and low won’t work. If I had to guess, I’d say The Show Master is involved, and with magic on his side he can easily evade us.”</div>
<div id="Rup">“I suggest fear and intimidation. We take people hostage and force them to tell us where the guy is."</div>
Rupert's plan had to many flaws. I checked the time and saw we were at an end to our session. We'd have to pick this up tomorrow.
<div id="speakSy">"I'll think of something."</div>
I assured my teammates. If I knew Jeremy, he would have laid out a specific solution which would be the only solution. Events were set in stone, and we were powerless to change them. Jeremy was playing God. I looked at our Dungeon Master, and a thought occured to me. Jeremy may have had the power of a God, but his brain and body were still that of a teenage boy. He had boosted my inteligence, and thanks to that I could probably outsmart him. He had also given me the body of a woman, I could exploit that to get him to drop his defences and steal back the app. I'd have to decide tonight what my plan for tomorrow was.
<div id="choice">[[Use your brain]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Use your womanly charm]]</div>
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Jeremy wasn’t giving us any freedom. He was forcing us to play his game, so we could use that against him. We could search every room in the town and not find this guy, but we if just stood in a corner with our faces to the wall, the guy we wanted would find us. As the saying went, the only winning move was not to play.
The next day our quest resumed. Jeremy took his seat behind his Dungeon Master’s screen, while the rest of us sat down and listened to his narration. After he was done... nothing happened. I’d told everyone my plan before coming here. They all knew that I was right and choose to side with me. Jeremy waited for us to do something.
<div id="Jer">“You are all sitting in the abandoned house, what will you do next?”</div>
He asked us again.
<div id="speakSy">“Nothing.”</div>
I replied.
<div id="speakSy">“I’m just gonna sit here.”</div>
<div id="Nic">“Me too.”</div>
The others all chimed in. We watched Jeremy in silence, waiting for something to happen. He glanced down at his notes then spoke up.
<div id="Jer">“You suddenly hear shouting coming from outside.”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“We all rush outside towards the source!”</div>
Our entire party burst out of the small building and ran into a nearby market square. There we witnessed the aftermath of a street brawl. One man lay unconscious on the ground as another ran away. We all charged after the fleeing man. He disappeared into a building and we followed only to find the building empty. I got the sense Jeremy didn't want us to find the guy, and was just forcing us to move.
<div id="green">“I’m going to investigate and try to find out where he went!”</div>
Billy declared, rolling his dice and getting a high result.
<div id="Jer">“You don’t find anything."</div>
Jeremy replied, proving my theory.
<div id="green">“Sorry guys, couldn’t find anything. Let’s head back and stare the wall some more."</div>
Billy sounded like he was joking, but we all did as he said and returned to stare at the wall.
<div id="Jer">“What are you doing?”</div>
Jeremy asked us.
<div id="speakSy">“Just looking at a wall.”</div>
We replied. We continued to do nothing, and just like last time the main quest found us. This time the guard we were after just burst into our room with an escort.
<div id="Jer">“You’ve done too much damage to this town! You are under arrest!”</div>
He declared. Wasn’t he meant to be on our side?
<div id="speakSy">“Okay we surrender.”</div>
We all dropped our weapons and put our hands in the air. I knew Jeremy. This fight wasn’t winnable and nothing we said would change the fact a fight was coming.
<div id="Jer">“You surrender?”</div>
Jeremy didn’t expect it go like that. We’d just robbed him of the pleasure of having his NPCs beat us up in an unwinnable fight. We were taken to the town prison where we once again, did nothing. The head guard appeared to tell us our crimes and expected for us to defend ourselves. We didn’t. We just stayed silent, and that went well. At first, he seemed completely against us, but since we weren’t defending ourselves he began to do it for us. He admitted the circumstances were suspicious, and that the timing didn’t make sense, and that we seemed like honest people. Eventually he opened the jail cell to let us out having convinced himself we were innocent. We didn’t move though. He just sat in the open jail cell, and eventually he told us where we could find the guard who had framed us.
<div id="speakSy">“Let’s go get him then.”</div>
We left the prison, and we once again confronted the guy. He monologued a bit, revealed he was working with some other greater power, then we attacked before he could give us any leads that would prolong this. A fight broke out, and thanks to Billy’s cheat dice we won easily. Nicolas snapped the guys neck to finish it. We then burnt the body to ash and scattered the ashes to the wind to prevent any necromancy shenanigans.
<div id="speakSy">“Is it over? Do we win?”</div>
We asked Jeremy.
<div id="Jer">“Yeah, you win.”</div>
Jeremy didn’t sound happen, so in other words mission accomplished. We had succeeded doing to Jeremy what he had done to us.
<div id="Rup">“Turn us back then.”</div>
Rupert pressed. Jeremy sighed then did as Rupert requested. Our bodies were all returned to normal. We were all glad to be back to normal. Jeremy also removed all the changes to our personalities, then the orders he had given us forcing us. The only thing left for him to do was return the world to normal. He used the Mass Memory Alteration, draining the battery from my phone.
<div id="speakMC">“Now give my phone back.”</div>
I ordered him. I’d been waiting for him to drain the battery before making my move. If he refused I’d be free to use force and he wouldn’t be able to use the app on me to stop me. Since everyone else was still angry at Jeremy they’d help me if I had to force my phone from his grasp. I think he realised this and willingly handed it back to me.
<div id="Rup">“Well I’m out of here.”</div>
Rupert was the first to go, followed by Billy and Nicolas. I was left alone with Jeremy who seemed down.
<div id="Jer">“What did I do wrong?"</div>
He knew he had fucked up, but didn't understand why.
<div id="speakMC">"You were an asshole. I feel partially to blame."</div>
My phone's battery was dead at the moment. There was nothing more I could do, and it was the weekend tomorrow. Jeremy had undone the changes he'd made to everyone myself included, and on Monday I'd undo the changes I'd made to him. Everything was back to normal, and the only thing I'd achieved this week was learn about Dungeons & Dragons.
This week hadn’t gone as I intended. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
To be continued in week 3.
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I had just the plan to get back my phone. Jeremy may have had absolute power, but he wasn’t without weakness. I knew what I had to do, so I spent the rest of the night preparing myself.
The next day our quest resumed. Jeremy took his seat behind his Dungeon Master’s screen, while the rest of us sat down and listened to his narration. He finished up and looked at us. I had told my crew to sit back and let me handle everything. If they did that they’d be back to normal in no time.
<div id="Jer">“You are all sitting in the abandoned house, what will you do next?”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“I’m going to go question one of the other guards.”</div>
We left the old house and headed to the guard barracks. Waiting for us was a cold welcome from the head guard.
<div id="Jer">“Oh excellent, you are all here. Come to turn yourself in have you?”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“No, I’m just looking for information.”</div>
I approached him, getting close and gently placing my finger on his chest. I then whispered into his ear.
<div id="speakSy">“If you help us, I’ll repay you kindly. I don’t have any money, but I’m sure I can arrange for something."</div>
I spoke with a seductive tone.
I saw Jeremy gulp. His imagination was running wild.
<div id="Jer">“Well I… no it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to accept that offer.”</div>
The guard was trying to escape my charm.
<div id="speakSy">“Please, I need you.”</div>
My words put Jeremy out of his comfort zone. He hadn’t been expecting this.
<div id="Jer">“Well I’ll see what I can do. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do.”</div>
He tried to push me away, but as he did so I tripped myself over and fell onto the ground.
<div id="Rup">“Hey now that was uncalled for! She was just asking for your help!”</div>
Rupert came to my defence, putting guilt on Jeremy's character.
<div id="Nic">“You mean man!”</div>
Even Nicolas had words to say.
<div id="Jer">“I’m very sorry."</div>
The guard replied.
<div id="green">“Well aren’t you going to help her up?”</div>
We teamed up, forcing Jeremy into interacting with me. He was trying to avoid it. I saw his gaze bounce to me then swiftly look away. As the guard pulled me up I lent into him, holding onto tightly.
<div id="Jer">“Um please let go.”</div>
He didn’t push me away, so I kept on holding me.
<div id="speakSy">“Please, tell us everything about the guard who has been deceiving us.”</div>
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so blunt.
<div id="Jer">“I can’t, it…”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“Oh, you are aware we were being deceived?”</div>
By putting Jeremy out of his comfort zone I’d caused him to slip up.
<div id="Jer">“Well no. What I meant was…”</div>
<div id="speakSy">“Please tell me the truth, I need it… bad…”</div>
My teammates were struggling to keep a straight face.
<div id="Jer">“I… excuse me…”</div>
He tried to run away, but all that did was allow me to get with him alone. I followed him into a small office barely big enough for the both of us. I pushed against him, using the tight space was an excuse to press my breasts against him.
<div id="speakSy">“Can’t you take care of me? Isn’t it your job as head guard to ensure everyone’s needs are met?”</div>
Normally I'd have never done such a thing, but in this situation all I had to do was say I was doing it.
<div id="Jer">“Um… Um…”</div>
Jeremy didn’t know what to do. Time to take it further. I learned in and kissed the head guard, and since he wasn’t resisting I pushed him down onto the table. Everyone in the room was cheering me on, but within the fantasy world it was just me and guard. In detail I told Jeremy what I was doing. I described every motion of my body, every sound I made, every sensation I felt. I continued teasing Jeremy, taking things further, describing every action to him. I saw him squirming, trying to stay in character when in truth he wanted to know more. I had no idea that I just pushed him too far.
Suddenly Jeremy used the Reborn app, and the world around me changed. I felt a strange feeling infect my thoughts and alter my mind. No longer was I in a clubroom, but now found myself in a tight office with a guard lying on the table in front of me with his pants down. My hands moved by themselves, grabbing his exposed cock and rubbing him. I was experiencing what Syfina was experiencing. My mind had been tricked into thinking this scenario was real.
Conflicted thoughts battled in my brain. A part of me believed I was really Syfina. That I had just seduced this guard and that I craved the cock between my hands. The real me was also present. I knew this was all a trick. That Jeremy had used the app on me, but I couldn’t stop myself. My body was hot, I was lustful, yearning for this man’s cock. I couldn't stop myself. I continued seducing my prey, working my hands to get his cock rock hard.
<div id="speakSy">“I think you’re ready…”</div>
I whispered to the guard. Even my words were corrupted by Jeremy’s order. My will to resist faded, and I opened my robe, moving my body over the guard and slowly guiding his cock to my thirsty pussy. <<click "I felt his shaft enter me">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/SyfinaScene1.png]]<</replace>><</click>>, pressing against my insides, filling me with a warm feeling. Pleasure followed, and as I began to rock my hips, my mind stopped resisting and fully became Syfina. The cock inside me felt amazing. Each thrust just increased my lust further. I was slowly building up to something, and each movement brought me closer.
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<div id="Jer">“I’m going to cum!”</div>
The guard cried out. He didn’t have the will to resist the demands of his penis.
<div id="speakSy">“Do it!”</div>
I ordered. His words compelled him to obey, and I felt something warm flood inside me, reaching beyond where his penis could. Afterwards he relaxed, and something fell from his hand onto the floor. I’d seen it before. Something in my mind was trying to call out to me, telling me to take it, but at the same time my body demanded release.
<div id="choice">[[Investigate what he dropped]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Ignore it and continue]]</div>
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It felt important. I got off him and inspected the black rectangle that had fallen from the table. As I looked at it I felt something in my head tingle. I felt something was blocking my memories, but I had a feeling of what I needed to do and began moving my hands across the screen.
<div id="speakSy">“Remember.”</div>
I ordered myself. Suddenly memories that were previously locked away came flooding back. I remembered who I really was, and I knew what I had to do.
<div id="speakSy">“Ignore every order Jeremy gave you!”</div>
Suddenly my perception of reality returned to normal. I saw that I was inside a teacher’s office, and that the head guard was really Jeremy. He hadn’t modified his body, he had just ordered me to believe he was the head guard. He sat up and saw that I had my phone again.
<div id="Jer">“Shit!”</div>
He came at me but failed to account for his trousers being around his ankles. He fell, and I quickly moved out of his reach.
<div id="speakSy">“Take a nap.”</div>
I ordered. He flopped down, closing his eyes and ceasing all movement. With the app back in my possession I returned myself to normal. I headed back to the clubroom and found everyone else was also asleep. I returned them to normal as well. What a mess this had turned out to be. I didn’t think Jeremy would have it in him to try and brainwash me into having sex with him. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t freed myself? It was a worrying thought. Fortunately, I had avoided that dark path.
I put everything back to how it should be, erasing their memories of this disaster. This week hadn’t gone as I intended. Maybe next time I’d have better luck.
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It wasn’t worth stopping for. The guard’s cock was still hard, and my body still lusted. I resumed thrusting, putting in the work as I played with my body, pushing it to the reaches of pleasure. An immense wave of pleasure erupted, flooding my senses, sending my mind to a place of ecstasy. That voice that had been bothering me was smothered. I fell limp on the table, my body recovering from the pleasure it had just felt. The head guard moved before I did. He collected what had dropped and looked at me with a smile.
<div id="Jer">“That was amazing. I really like this side of you, and I’ve just had a good idea, but first, I'll tell you what you want to know."</div>
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|SyfinaEnd]]</div>
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Another long day of school finished after a long slug. As much as I hated school, the pain was relieved slightly by what came after it. I couldn’t remember how I’d got started in Dungeons & Dragons, but now I played it every day after school in an isolated classroom. The odd thing was I couldn’t remember why I enjoyed it so much, I just did. My memories were always a bit fuzzy afterwards, but I always left with a desire to continue playing.
When I entered the room our Dungeon Master was already getting set up. He was so interesting. When he spoke, his words would grab our attention. My fellow players arrived shortly after me and we all sat down.
<div id="Jer">“Okay time to get started.”</div>
Jeremy lifted up a phone.
<div id="Jer">“Now everyone, I need you all to forget who you really are, and believe that you are and always have been your character.”</div>
A strange feeling washed over me. The part of me that was Joe was locked in a cage, and the part of me that was Syfina took his place. I was an elf, one with a huge bust whose favourite hobby was sleeping with people of authority. In every town I visited I had my way with the head guard, and I never questioned why they all had the same face.
We had become slaves to the Dungeon Master. We were forced to enact his fantasies the way he saw fit. And at the end of the day, we wouldn’t remember any of it.
~ End - The Slutty Elf ~
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It was the last Dungeons & Dragons session of the year. Nicolas, Billy, Rupert and I were listening intently as Jeremy told us in great detail about the chamber we’d just stumbled upon. He had music playing in the background to match the theme. One the table there was a detailed map complete with miniatures that represented our characters.
<div id="Jer">“All ten eyes of the five-headed dragon open and lock onto you. You are intruders in its lair. That along is a crime punishable by death in its eyes.”</div>
We were excited. This was what Dungeons & Dragons was all about.
~ End - Rocks Fall ~
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Welcome to Reborn App, an interactive story about an ordinary Joe who acquires a mysterious Smart Phone app capable of changing him and those around him.
A week has passed since discovering the Reborn App. Faced with new choices, how will the story progress for Joe?
Version - Week 2 V1.0
<div id="greenchoice">[[Week 2|Week2Start]]</div>
(To replay the prologue and first day of week 1, click below)
<div id="greenchoice">[[Week 1|Prologue]]</div>
Disclaimer: All characters and places are fictional. Any similarities between them and any real persons or places are entirely coincidental. All characters are of legal age. This game includes themes such as F/F, MtF, FtM, BDSM, Mind Control, Monster Sex, A Harem End and other stuff some people may find disagreeable. Things might (will) get smutty, you’ve been warned.
Have fun and enjoy.
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This isn't the final version. If you spot a bug or typo (which I'm sure there are plenty) then let me know.
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I wasn’t surprised when I found a line outside Mrs Clark’s room where detention would be held.
Mrs Clark@@.imgpopright.clark;(!)@@ had a reputation for dishing out detentions, easily having dished more detentions any other teacher. She was the one who had handed me my sentence as well. There was nothing pleasant about her. She was that old overweight teacher that everyone hated. She had also yet to make an appearance despite having twenty pupils including myself lined up outside her room while the rest of the student body headed home for the day. We had to wait for ten minutes for her to arrive and the first thing she said once we were sat down was.
<div id="speakClark">“Since we’re starting late, we’ll finish late.”</div>
For a reason that nobody but her could be blamed for she had just dumped an extra ten minutes onto our imprisonment duration.
<div id="speakClark">“I expect these work sheets finished and on my desk tomorrow morning.”</div>
Of course ten minutes extra wasn’t enough for her, she had to throw some additional homework on top which she knew would take us hours to do.
<div id="speakClark">“And don’t try writing down a stream of wrong answers to save time. Anyone who doesn’t get at least 75% right will be coming back for another round of detention on Friday.”</div>
I wasn’t even sure that was allowed. I could hear groans of despair as papers were passed around the room. We may have been in different years but Mrs Clark had gone the extra mile by giving us all questions catered to us. For the duration of the entire detention Mrs Clark kept a close eye on everyone ensuring they were doing their work. Nobody dared make a sound. I just kept my head down and did what I could to reduce the burden of my work later. If I kept silent she should ignore me.
Then it happened, a short jingle broke the silence and I knew immediately it had come from the phone in my schoolbag.
<div id="speakClark">“Who was that?”</div>
Mrs Clark had very fortunately been at the front of room with her head down when it happened. Her eyes were glaring in my direction but I faked innocence, starring at the head in front of me. I had to remain calm and hoped those around me didn’t rat me out.
<div id="speakClark">“Right bags on the table everyone. I know I heard someone’s phone and school rules state phones are to be kept turned off at all times!"</div>
I panicked. If she found my phone it would be a pain in the ass to get it back. Plus she'd probably give me another detention just because it's her. Fortunately there was one person in the room who didn’t fear her.
<div id="speakJac">“Why, you going to search them?”</div>
Speaking was Jacob@@.imgpopright.jacob;(!)@@, captain of the football team, and everyone knew the message his words carried. In short, Mrs Clark didn’t have the authority to conduct a bag search and for a very good reason.
<div id="speakClark">“No, you are going to empty everything out on the table!”</div>
She ordered but Jacob didn’t budge. He knew she couldn’t force us to do that, everyone did.
<div id="speakJac">“I refuse.”</div>
Jacob had the balls to do what everyone else feared to do and that was stand up to Mrs Clark. He was a competitive sportsman and had learned to press any advantage he was given. Mrs Clark was scowling in frustration. She wanted to grab his bag and search through it herself but couldn’t. Recently the school had been caught up in a scandal where a female student’s bag was forcefully searched in front of the entire class. I didn’t know the full details, but when a local newspaper printed the headline ‘Male teacher showsoff a student’s tampons to entire class’ the school found itself in the mist of trouble.
<div id="speakClark">“I won’t stand for such cheek; I’ll see you again tomorrow afternoon.”</div>
Mrs Clark was already reaching into her desk for a fresh detention slip for Jacob.
<div id="speakJac">“You sure? The reporters will be here around that time.”</div>
The reporters in this city were like hungry sharks. A single drop of blood in the water would be all it took for them to come swarming from every direction. Mrs Clark couldn’t punish Jacob for not emptying his bag without rekindling the scandal’s flames and she knew it.
She had no other choice but to shut her drawer and sit down again. Everyone could sense her frustration and nobody dared say anything. It was a painful hour and Mrs Clark took it the full length and beyond. Finally twenty minutes after I should have already finished this nightmare she released us.
<div id="speakClark">“Remember I want your work on my desk tomorrow morning.”</div>
“Will your door be open?”
Someone asked a very valid question. Everyone knew the answer to that question, no, no it wouldn’t.
<div id="speakClark">“Are you being cheeky?”</div>
Unsurprisingly she completed dodged the question. I knew what was best for me and got out as did many others. Say the wrong thing and she’ll just make your life more miserable.
Once out of the school I immediately fished through my bag for my phone. I still didn’t know why it went off in the first place. I unlocked it and checked the notification log.
'Reborn update 1.0 Installed.'
I read the puzzling text. I could have sworn that app was bugged, I didn’t expect it to suddenly update itself for no reason. I shrugged and put the phone back in my bag. I had missed the bus because of Mrs Clark’s extended detention and had a long journey home. Well at least the house wouldn’t be cold when I made it.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Day1Evening]]</div>
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Once lunch was over I wandered the corridors looking for something to pass the time. Unable to find a relief for my boredom I kept on wandering until the bell rang. With lunch over, and nothing but mundane classes for the rest of the day, I left my phone in my pocket and didn’t touch it until after school.
School was boring when your friends weren’t there to joke around with. The trend of mundaneness continued throughout the rest of the day. Everything that could have been a problem wasn’t one. Later that night, as I pondered if I should use the app to have some fun before bed, I heard a knock on my door.
<div id="speakMC">“Come in.”</div>
I called out. My father poked his head through the door.
“Joe, are you doing anything tomorrow afterschool?”
<div id="speakMC">“Nothing planned.”</div>
In an alternate universe I might have been playing football, making a movie or having band practice, but not this one.
“An old friend of mine is coming to visit. I was just checking if you’d be here or not.”
<div id="speakMC">“Like I said, I’ve no plans.”</div>
There wasn’t much else to say than that.
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
He closed the door again, leaving me to myself. An old friend of my fathers? And inviting them here? That was rare. I might just have to keep my schedule free.
<div id="choice">[[Keep Schedule Free]]</div>
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I knocked the door gently and her head bounced up with surprise. She quickly rubbed her eyes and transitioned into a smile to hide her grief.
<div id="speakErika">“Hey Joe. I was just practicing alone, can’t let my skills dull.”</div>
She quickly tried to hide her real feelings.
<div id="speakMC">“Alright then, well don’t mind me.”</div>
I grabbed a stool and sat down. Erika slung the guitar strap over her shoulder, took a deep breathe then began playing. There were no vocals this time, she just focused playing the guitar. She missed a cord, but resumed playing, missing another then another in quick succession before she brought the tune to premature close.
<div id="speakErika">“How was it?”</div>
She knew it was bad.
<div id="speakMC">“They say music is the voice of your soul, so when something is weighing you down it comes through in your music. Care to share what the problem is?”</div>
Erika’s shoulders slumped in response to my question.
<div id="speakErika">“The problem? That’s not it. Joe everything is a mess. Music is my passion, I love it, it moves me, and I want to move others, but no matter how hard I try I can’t get my music to reach. Yamato, Sally, Kerry, they’ve all given up, and as the one who brought them together I feel it’s my fault. I was holding us back. We couldn’t perform because of me.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“But that isn’t a problem anymore, right?”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“No… we are all old enough now to do what we want without our parents, but now… they’ve all lost their passion and I have no idea how to get it back.”</div>
I did, I had two ideas actually. The first was to simply use the Reborn app on them. If the problem was a lack of motivation, the Reborn app would fix that in a snatch. However, if I used the app on them, but the problem wasn’t a lack of motivation, then that could lead to problems down the road. I could talk to each of them and find out what was wrong. Had each of them simply gotten bored of music or being in a band with Erika, or did they have reason for becoming distant from her?
<div id="choice">[[Reborn App|BandShort]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Talk To Them|BandMain]]</div>
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The next day I individually approached each member of Erika’s band. Starting with Yamato, and ending with Sally. I altered their personality, reigniting their passion and their talent for music. At lunch I re-joined them at their table, and the atmosphere was very different.
<div id="speakKerry">“ I just have this itch to pick up the sticks and do some drumming.”</div>
Kerry was holding his cutlery as if they were his drum sticks. I could see his passion had returned, and the others were no different.
<div id="speakYam">“I did some maintenence on my guitar. I can't wait to jam.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Yeah. I can’t wait to get back into it with you guys.”</div>
Sally then began humming a tune. Erika was understandably surprised by how energetic her three bandmates had become.
<div id="speakMC">“Looks like the band is back together."</div>
I made a joke and everyone laughed.
<div id="speakSally">“Hey Joe, why don’t you pick an instrument and join us?”</div>
Sally invite was sudden. I wasn’t expecting that. I gave the idea some thought.
<div id="choice">[[Reject the offer]]</div>
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Each of them must have had a reason. Investigating of each of them would be a chore, but if I was serious about helping then that was exactly what I’d have to do.
<div id="speakMC">“Can you give me their contact information?”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“Why? What can you do?”</div>
Unless I told her about the app she’d have little reason to believe I could help. That would complicate things too much. I decided the best solution was to just take the information I wanted. A quick memory transfer and I had their emails, phone numbers and home-addresses. That would be all I needed for my investigation.
<div id="speakMC">“See you around, I hope everything works out for your band.”</div>
I left Erika to continue her practice. I headed home, barely matching to catch the bus after the short detour. Once home I dumped my bags, changed into something comfortable, and thought about which of my three targets I wanted to investigate first.
<div id="choice">[[Yamato - Rhythm Guitar]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Kerry - Drums]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Sally - Bass Guitar]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“No thanks. I have no musical talent, and don’t really have a desire to change that.”</div>
With the Reborn App I could inherit the talents of the world’s best musicians overnight, but I just didn’t feel like that was something I wanted to do.
They’d be fine without my meddling now. It was mission accomplished for me. Once I was done with my food I packed up and left them to their business.
<div id="speakErika">“Joe!”</div>
As I left the lunch hall I heard Erika call out to me.
<div id="speakMC">“What’s up?”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“What did you say to them?”</div>
She blurted.
<div id="speakErika">“Yesterday they were completely different, and now they are the most enthusiastic I’ve ever seen them.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Is that a bad thing?”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“No, but… its just unbelievable. What did you say to them?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I just gave them a little advice and reminded them of why they picked up music in the first place. If I were you, I’d just be happy for what has happened and not question it.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">"I guess so..."</div>
She didn't sound certian, but decided to not question my miracle any further.
Soon another day of school had finished I headed to the music room to see if the band was back together. When I arrived Kerry, Erika, Sally and Yamato were all there practicing.
<div id="speakMC">“Afternoon everyone.”</div>
I greeted them. I received four warm responses. The situation with the band has improved tenfold. With the band back together, the next problem they faced was having no place to play.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys, if I could find somewhere for you to perform would you be up for it?”</div>
I asked them. My question had not been expected. They seemed uncertain of how to respond, and after giving one another a confused glance, Erika spoke up.
<div id="speakErika">“Absolutely we would.”</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Great, how soon do you think you could get a few songs together? No point booking you a gig if you can’t play anything.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“We have a few songs we’ll be able to perform, we’ve practiced them enough, right guys?”</div>
Erika looked at her two bandmates.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hmm, well playing a song and playing it well are two different things Eriko, but if the audience wants us to play, we’ll play.”</div>
Kerry had mixed confidence.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll see what I can do for you guys, start preparing now because I’m great a getting results.”</div>
I left them with that closing statement as I left school to do some research.
<div id="choice">[[The Weekend|PlayNight0]]</div>
Not yet here
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Yamato’s attitude struck me as odd. If the memories I’d borrowed were accurate, then it wasn’t just Erika he was spending less time with, but his attitude towards girls in general had changed. He had good looks, was semi-athletic and could play the guitar. A man like that should have no trouble interacting with women, so what had changed?
I informed my family I was heading out, making my way to Yamato’s house to investigate.
Yamato lived in an older part of town. Here hungry construction companies circled the elderly like vultures, waiting for them to kick the bucket so they could buy up their old homes and redevelop them. Yamato’s home was located along a long road lined with semi-detached houses. With the app ready I knocked the door and waited for someone to open it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Yamato, but an older woman who shared some of his trademark features. She was his mother.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello, I’m looking for Yamato, we are in the same year."</div>
“Oh, sorry, he isn’t home. He is at his girlfriend’s house. Do you want me to send him a message?”
Girlfriend's house?
<div id="speakMC">“No, I can do it. Thank you anyway.”</div>
I turned my back and left. That was odd. There wasn’t in Erika’s memories about Yamato having a girlfriend. How suspicious. I needed to know more. I looked back at the house, targeted Yamato’s mother as she closed the door, and borrowed some of her memories.
Yamato’s girlfriend's name was Danielle@@.imgpop.danielle;(!)@@. Yamato had introduced her to his parents only a month ago, around the same time he began to grow colder towards Erika. His parents had only met the girl in question once, and it had been a brief meeting. He seemed to always try to avoid talking about her unless forced to. Even someone who was as unlucky with love as I was could tell something felt a bit off. Further investigation was needed. I headed home again, going straight to my computer with social media was my destination. I began to look through Yamato’s social media pages searching for clues.
<div id="speakMC">“It says ‘In a relationship’, but doesn’t say who with…”</div>
I searched through Yamato’s uploaded photos but didn’t find any of him with his girlfriend. When I changed my search to those he had been tagged in however, I found plenty. Danielle loved taking photos of her boyfriend, and did so when they were doing the most mundane of tasks.
‘Eating homecooked fries with my BF!!! #BestBoyfriendEver’ I read the caption of a picture that just showed her dinner plate. Were homecooked fries something people celebrated? Everything she posted was either about Yamato, or her complaining about being bored alone. Suddenly a new post from her popped up.
‘Off to see a movie with my BF!!! #BestBoyfriendEver’ She had tagged both the cinema and the movie she would be seeing in the post. Well, that made things easier, now I knew where she and Yamato would be for the next two hours. I threw the cinema into my phone's GPS and it gave me the quickest route to get there. On the way I grabbed a quick disguise by copying someone a random man on the street.
<div id="choice">[[Next|YamatoP2]]</div>
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Out of the four them, I probably knew Kerry best. I had sat next him in a few classes, even going as far as to have some casual conversations with him. He was a pretty typical guy, and if I had to name a fault it would be that he needed to stick up for himself more. He was the very definition of a pushover and would say anything to avoid conflict. He wasn't the kind of guy you'd expect to be playing drums.
<div id="speakMC">“Erika is a pretty pushy person, for Kerry to say no to her, that’s unusual.”</div>
The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He didn’t use social media which ruled out the option of seeing what he was up to on there.
<div id="speakMC">“Guess I’ll pay him a visit.”</div>
I grabbed my coat and headed out. His house wasn’t hard to find. I rang his doorbell. His mother answered, and I made up some excuse about being here so we could do our homework together. She showed me the way up to his bedroom.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Kerry, ready to get started on our homework assignment?”</div>
I barged into his room and saw a look of confusion and surprise.
<div id="speakKerry">“Our homework?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You didn’t forget, did you?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Um… No. I just wasn’t expecting you to arrive so early."</div>
A perfect example of how much of a pushover he was. I marched into his room unexpectantly, and he instantly agreed with the lie I’d thought up only ten seconds prior to avoid conflict. His mother left us, and I quickly took a seat and waited to see how long it before he asked why I was here. Twenty seconds passed before he finally spoke up.
<div id="speakKerry">“Um…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here. There is a very simple explanation for that.”</div>
I then stopped again. Ten seconds slowly passed by.
<div id="speakKerry">“Which is?”</div>
Took him long enough.
<div id="speakMC">“Why did you skip out on band practice this afternoon?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“I… my shoulder hurt…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“That’s a lie."</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Yeah…”</div>
He quickly confessed.
<div id="speakMC">“So? What’s really going on?”</div>
This time it was him who didn’t speak. I watched his expression closely. He wanted to say something but was hesitant. It almost looked like he was afraid of something.
<div id="speakKerry">“I can’t say.”</div>
He finally gave an answer. His expression and tone had given me more information than his words.
<div id="speakMC">“Why not?”</div>
I had to press him.
<div id="speakKerry">“I can’t. She…”</div>
He stopped. His desire to tell someone what was going on had let a single word slip out.
<div id="speakMC">“She?”</div>
So, there was a girl involved, a girl who had a hold over him?Interesting.
<div id="speakMC">“What’s her name?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Cecelia.”</div>
Cecelia? That rang a bell.
<div id="speakMC">“Cecelia? The teacher’s nightmare?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Yeah, her.”</div>
Cecelia@@.imgpopright.cecelia;(!)@@ was a girl in the year below us. She had originally been in our year but was held back a year for a combination for reasons. She was a rebel and a delinquent, always putting in the minimum amount required to not be outright expelled. Most teachers had given up with her. Ms Angela was the only person who still believed that Cecelia could still change for the better. Kerry wasn’t going to say anymore unless I pushed for it.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m guessing she has something she is using against you? Is she blackmailing you?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Yeah..."</div>
<div id="speakMC">“With what?”</div>
I didn’t expect an answer. It didn’t even need to be true. Cecelia could make something up, and Kerry might just not defend himself. I doubted that was the case though. Cecelia was cunning and manipulative. She either had evidence, or at least claimed to have it. The first I needed to do was figure out what Kerry had done to give her leverage over him.
<div id="speakMC">“Any chance you are going to tell me what you did?”</div>
I asked, taking the app from my pocket. He wasn’t responding, so I used the app to change that. One order later and he spilled everything.
<div id="speakKerry">“She saw me looking at women’s underwear in the department store."</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Oh. Is that it? Being caught looking at women’s underwear is embarrassing sure, but it is hardly blackmail material. Just accept your fate, let people have a few laughs, then move on.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“And she also has photos now of me wearing women’s clothing, including a short skirt and panties.”</div>
That changed things.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay… how did that happen?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“After she caught me, she blackmailed me into doing what she said, and promised that if I did then she wouldn’t tell anyone. So I did, but then she took photographs.”</div>
Well that just made things more complicated. Kerry managed to let something wasn’t a big deal turn into one. Cecelia knew how to manipulate him, and now she had something that would completely ruin him. I gave Kerry a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t worry about it, if she wants to play dirty, we’ll just play even dirtier.”</div>
Kerry may have been a coward who’d do almost anything Cecelia told him, but with the Reborn app there was no limits to what I could make Cecelia do. If I wanted to put a quick end to this I only needed to command her to destroy the pictures and erase her memories. Alternatively, I could have some fun, turning the tables and dishing out some karma.
<div id="choice">[[Easy Solution|EasyKerry]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Fun Solution|KerryMain]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonSchool.png">
The others had mentioned that Sally had been skipping out the most of their practice sessions. The way she spoke when she announced she’d have to skip told me that she regretted it. She must have a very good reason to be skipping out when she didn’t want to. Was something going on at her home? Only one way to find out. When I got home I put Sally’s address into a street finder. The map changed as it loaded up the location of Sally’s home.
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
That couldn’t be right. I doubled checked my results but there was no problem with them. Sally’s address was apparently only around the corner from my old shitty apartment. I knew that part of town all too well. It had the cheapest house prices in all of Redrock and for good reason. Nobody wanted to live there. It was right next to the main industrial district so noise pollution, and just general pollution, was immense. I’d lived in that area with my father after his divorce, but before we moved in with Chloe. Those wear easily the worst days of my life. If Sally was living in that same area, then something had gone seriously wrong with her life at home.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m heading out.”</div>
I informed my family as I left the house. I didn’t say where I was going. They’d be worried if I did.
Under an hour later and I was back outside the door that led up the stairway of my old apartment. I wonder what unfortunate sod was living up there now? I was curious, but not curious enough. I moved on, turning a corner and finding my way to the door that led to Sally’s apartment. If this place was anything like mine had been then the door wouldn’t be hard to open. I pushed my hand against it and it swung open. As I expected the lock had been broken. This stairway was just like my old one but with one exception. Beneath the stairs there was someone curled up in a worn sleeping bag. Next to him was hefty rucksack and a few bottles of water. I said nothing as I walked up past.
Sally’s apartment was on the third floor. The stairs were covered in dust and looked like they had never been cleaned. A few of the windows I passed by were broken and only half the lights had working bulbs. When I reached Sally’s apartment I gave the door a solid knock. No response. I knocked again. Then I knocked a third time. There wasn’t even the sound of movement from inside. Was nobody home? Odd. I left school at the same time as Sally, then came here shortly after getting home. I took another look around and noticed I was being watched. From the apartment opposite Sally’s a figure was peeking through the curtains at me. I quickly pulled out my phone and locked onto them with the Reborn app. They ducked away, but once the Reborn was locked on hiding was unless.
<div id="speakMC">“Open your door.”</div>
I ordered them. They did as commanded.
<div id="speakMC">“Now let me inside.”</div>
Now I had somewhere I could wait while I waited for Sally to come back. The fifty-year-old woman I’d ordered to help me lived by herself and a lot of empty wine bottles. She didn’t seem entirely sane, but that didn’t protect her from the Reborn app. I used the app to ask her a few questions, but I couldn’t get any useful information from her. After an hour someone finally returned to Sally’s apartment. I peered out the window, hoping it was either Sally or a member of her family, but it was neither. Two men, both in cheap grey suits, were stood outside her door. They knocked repeatedly, but like me didn’t get a response.
“Are we playing this game again?”
They laughed. One pulled back his foot then slammed it into the door. The noise echoed throughout the building.
“Should we force our way in?”
Asked the younger man.
“Leave it. They aren’t going anywhere. We'll come back later.”
The two then left the building again. I turned to the woman that owned this apartment.
<div id="speakMC">“How often does that happen?”</div>
I asked her.
“A thousand times a day! They never shut up! The landlord needs to kick them out! Dirty low lifes.”
It was a waste of time asking her. As much as I didn’t want this woman’s company, it was better than sitting in the corridor. I waited for Sally, and continued waiting for three hours.
<div id="choice">[[Three hours later]]</div>
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I didn’t really care much about Kerry’s problem, or about the one who had caused it. My goal was to help Erika get her band back together, and freeing Kerry from Cecelia’s hold wouldn’t be difficult.
<div id="speakMC">“Kerry, you can sleep easy tonight. I’ll deal with Cecelia.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“No! If she finds out that I told you then she’ll spread those photos like ash from an urn.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Odd analogy, but don’t worry. I have a way of getting people to listen to me. Cecelia won’t be bothering you anymore, you have my word.”</div>
I reassured Kerry with another pat on the shoulder then headed home. I’d deal with Cecelia tomorrow during morning break. She typically went outside to smoke behind the old outdoor storage building, and that was exactly where I found her the next day.
Cecelia was one of the only students to wear hair extensions to school. The skirt of her uniform had been modified to make it shorter than what was issued, and today she even had eyeliner on. Between her fingers she had a lit cigarette to go with the puffs of smoke she was exhaling. She hadn’t seen me, and there was little reason for her to. I locked on, and began issuing her the necessary orders to make those photos of Kerry disappear along with any other dirt she had on him.
<div id="speakMC">“Once you have destroyed the photographs, you will forget about what you saw Kerry do, and never speak to him again unless he specifically tries to make contact.”</div>
And that, as they say, is that. Cecelia carried out my orders, and the following day Kerry came running up to me, asking what I’d done to get Cecelia to have a sudden change of heart. With Cecelia out of the way Kerry could return to band practice.
That was Kerry life back on track, maybe I should go help his bandmates.
<div id="choice">[[Yamato - Rhythm Guitar]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Sally - Bass Guitar]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2KerryHouse.png">
Cecelia was no friend of mine. Truth be told, she had very few friends as few people who stand being near her. This was a chance to help her change, and for us to get some revenge in the process.
<div id="speakMC">“Kerry, hypothetically speaking, if you were God, how would you punish Cecelia?”</div>
That question could have been worded better. Kerry wasn’t confident enough to answer. Did he fear that Cecelia would somehow find out what he said about her?
<div id="speakKerry">“Joe, don’t get involved. Cecelia will drag you into this, and she’ll use those photos of me against you."</div>
He wasn’t wrong. I could picture Cecelia threatening to release those pictures to force me to do what she wanted. That was the kind of girl she was. She was also the kind of girl that would suddenly call Kerry out of the blue, and demand he travel across town to bring her ice-cream as I was just about to find out.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hello?”</div>
Kerry answered his phone, his hands shaking. I stayed quite doing my best to listen to what was being said. I could tell it was Cecelia he was speaking with, and that she was demanding something.
<div id="speakKerry">“Okay. I’m coming.”</div>
He ended the call then stood up.
<div id="speakMC">“Was that Cecelia?”</div>
I asked for confirmation.
<div id="speakKerry">“Yeah, she wants me to bring her food.”</div>
Kerry began putting on his shoes. He really would do anything she asked him to. I had to put a stop to this, but it was going to be hard to get Kerry to let me help without showing him just what I could do to help.
<div id="choice">[[Show Kerry the app|KerryDo]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don’t show Kerry the app|KerryDon]]</div>
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If I wanted Kerry to understand how much power I had then I’d need to show him. I was about to pull out my phone and launch the Reborn app when a fun idea popped into my head.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh well, I hope you figure it all out. Enjoy your journey.”</div>
I also get ready to leave, but I wasn’t planning on going home, I was planning on following him. I left Kerry’s house as soon as I could as I needed time to prepare. I quickly spotted two people just minding their own business, completely unaware I had just used the app to make a fused image of them.
I applied it to myself, then followed Kerry to Cecelia’s. He took a detour to fast food place on the way. He rang Cecelia’s doorbell, and the moment she answered I captured her image, her personality and even her memories. Now I could have some real fun. Kerry wasn’t even invited inside. She simply took the food from him, said a few mean words, then slammed the door on him. His shoulders dropped as he turned away and returned home. He was walking slow, and I knew the way back so I got ahead of him and got back before him.
<div id="speakKerry">“I’m home."</div>
Kerry announced as he returned to his house.
“Again?” His mother replied.
They exchanged a confused stare, before dismissing the others words. Little did Kerry know that about two minutes before he got back, I’d walked into his home in his body. I now waited in his bedroom. Upon hearing that he had returned I targetted myself with the app.
<div id="greenchoice">[[I changed myself into Cecelia]]</div>
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Kerry was unnecessary baggage. I’d still help him, but without his direct assistance.
<div id="speakMC">“Well, I can’t help you if you won’t let me. Good luck and I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”</div>
I left with those words. On the journey home I thought about the situation. I wanted to help Kerry, I wanted to have some fun while doing so, but I couldn’t let him know I was helping. Maybe Kerry wasn’t the one I should be focusing on then. Cecelia was the source of Kerry’s grief. In fact, it wasn’t just Kerry. Cecelia was a bitch to a lot of people, myself included. I’d be doing the world a lot of good by making her change her ways, but I could I do that naturally? If Cecelia just suddenly become a model student then people would ask questions.
It would be plausible if someone were able to take credit, and say that they had convinced Cecelia to change her ways, but pretty much everyone avoided her. No, there was one person who still tried to help the girl that everyone else had given up on, Ms Angela.
I snapped my fingers as an idea came to mind. Ms Angela was perfect. I could impersonate her, and then turn Cecelia the bitch into the Cecelia the angel. I wonder where Ms Angela lived? I didn’t know, but I knew that Dave did. I quickly sent him a message, and a minute later he replied, giving me Ms Angela’s address, and also asking why I needed it.
‘It’ll be a surprise’ I replied. I inputted the address Dave gave me into my phones GPS and let it plot out a route for me.
An hour later I was standing a modern apartment complex. Located on the waterfront, this newly constructed 20 storey building housed over a hundred modest apartments, as well as a few extravagant ones on the upper floors. Ms Angela was a modern woman living in the modern part of the city. I took an elevator up to the 17th floor because like hell I was walking up that many sets of stairs. Soon I was at the door of flat 4/17. Dave information better be right I this was going to be awkward. I knocked the door, preparing myself for when it opened.
<div id="speakAngela">“Joe?”</div>
I heard a voice call my name from behind the door as she peeked through the glass. Ms Angela opened the door although I barely recognised her. Instead of her signature white blouse and tight skirt, she was wearing a loose sweater and grey sweat pants.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello.”</div>
I greeted, and at the same time locked onto her with the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“Tell me, are you alone at the moment?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Yes.”</div>
Excellent.
<div id="speakMC">“Follow me.”</div>
I stepped inside, closing the door then heading to the main living space. The apartment was just the basics. There was only three rooms in total, a bedroom, a bathroom and living area which included a kitchen area.
<div id="speakMC">“Sit down, stay silent and don’t move.”</div>
Under my command Ms Angela plotted herself down on the sofa. With her pacified, I began making my preparations. I didn’t want to have to worry about the real Ms Angela while impersonating her. My plan was to take her out of the picture while I used her body, but then that created another problem of what about me?
The solution was clear, if I was to become her, then she would have to become me. Honestly the app’s body swap function deserved more use than what it got.
<div id="greenchoice">[[I select myself and Ms Angela and initiated the swap]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueSchool.png">
My phone was fully charged in preparation for today. Kerry had been very enthusiastic yesterday about what he planned on doing to get back at Cecelia. I found him that morning hanging around the music rooms lacking the same energy he had yesterday.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Kerry."</div>
I called out to Kerry, startling him.
<div id="speakKerry">“Oh, Joe, listen…”</div>
He sounded nervous. That was never a good start.
<div id="speakKerry">“I’ve been thinking about what happened yesterday, and maybe we shouldn’t…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Stop right there. Kerry, it sounds like you’re chickening out.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“I just had time to think about it, and I think that maybe we shouldn’t mess with her.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Are you really that scared of her? Yesterday you were praising the chance to break the hold she has on you, and now you’re cowering away again?”</div>
What was wrong with this guy? I was beginning to think that apart of him enjoyed being Cecelia’s lapdog. Thinking about it, I’d read about strange cases were people loved being treated as property. Could Kerry be one of those people? It would explain why he had a bad habit of doing what he was told. I really couldn’t understand him. Maybe it would help if I spent a day in his shoes.
<div id="choice">[[That is the worst idea ever|KerryTrueEnd1]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[That sounds like a great idea|KerryAltEnd1]]</div>
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My body changed under the influence of the app. I grew breasts that moulded into Cecelia's stuffed bra. My hair grew longer, and clear clips formed close to my scalp where fake strands of caramel blonde hair hung down. My weight increased slightly reflecting the unhealthy lifestyle Cecelia lived. The first thing I had to get used to was Cecelia's tongue piercing. Then there was the unpleasant taste left behind by her recent smoking. Speaking honestly, Cecelia wasn't a comfortable person to be. I wanted to play the part, so altered my personality to match hers. I heard Kerry finish ascending the stairs, and then the doorknob turned. Show time.
<div id="speakCecelia">“About time you got back.”</div>
I greeted him with my new voice.
<div id="speakKerry">“C-c-celicia? But how?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“What?”</div>
I snapped at him. I felt myself get annoyed at him for no real reason. Cecelia’s personality was toxic.
<div id="speakKerry">“Why are you here?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Because I want to be? Man, you’re such a dunce. I’m feeling hungry, go bring me something.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Sure…”</div>
Kerry backed out of the room, and I quickly used the app on myself, removing Cecelia’s toxic personality and restoring my own. When I spoke to Kerry I felt something take over me, compelling me to insult and degrade him. It was almost like I wasn't in control anymore. When Kerry returned he had pack of cookies.
<div id="speakKerry">“Will this do?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“I don’t actually want any, I just felt like being a bitch. Don’t you find it odd that I’m here?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“A bit…”</div>
Why didn’t he sound confident in his answer? It was very odd that Cecelia was here. It raised so many questions, yet he wasn’t asking any.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Spin around on the spot twenty times singing ‘I’m a little princess’.”</div>
Normally I’d have to use the poser function to make someone do that, but not Kerry. He began turning on the spot, singing and even doing the accompanying dance which I didn’t tell him to do. He really would do anything Cecelia told him to.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Stop it, you’re embarrassing yourself. You need to start taking a stand. On that note, I need a footrest, get down on the ground so I can put my feet on you.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Okay…”</div>
He went down to one knee, then hesitated as he tried to figure out what was going on. I didn’t say anything. Finally he came to a decision. He got back up and looked directly at me.
<div id="speakKerry">“I’ve had enough! Why are you here Cecelia?”</div>
He sounded angry. I'd teased him enough. Time to come clean.
<div id="speakCecelia">“That’s much better. I’m not Cecelia, I’m am really…”</div>
<div id="greenchoice">[[I undid the transformation, reverting back to normal|BaCaCe]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“…Joe."</div>
I finished my sentence. I was glad to be back to normal. Kerry looked like he had been frozen in time. He was completely motionless, so I stood up and poked him on the forehead. Time resumed as he just back making incoherent attempts at speech.
<div id="speakKerry">“A…wha…uh…Ja…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Let me explain, I have a special phone application that lets me transform into other people among other things.”</div>
I had to explain that part several times over the next few minutes. Kerry wasn't an easy person to explain things to. Finally, after a lengthy explanation and a few demonstrations, he finally began to accept what he was seeing.
<div id="speakMC">“Now that you know what I can do, the question is, what can I do for you?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“I want… I want to not to be Cecelia’s slave. I want to say no to her, and to make her regret what she’d done to me, and most off all, I want her to experience the same humiliation as me.”</div>
Kerry sounded fired up. He wasn’t afraid of her anymore. He understood that he had a powerful ally, and that with my power he’d never have to obey Cecelia again.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t hold back, tell me what you want to do to her.”</div>
And that was what he did.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|KerryDay2]]</div>
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On second thoughts, why would I do that? Turning myself into someone as submissive as Kerry would be a disaster. I reached out and firmly placed my hand on his shoulder.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be on the other? To be the one who gets to give the orders, and have others tend to their every demand?”</div>
He gave my words some thought, then replied.
<div id="speakKerry">“That would be nice, but…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No buts. It is time for you to be the one looking down on her.”</div>
My words made Kerry regain his determination from yesterday. What we need now was an opportunity, a way to get Cecelia alone and away from prying eyes. What I’d forgotten was that Cecelia expected Kerry to buy lunch for her, and that for the past few weeks she’d been making him bring it to her in private. That would be when we made our move.
<i> A few hours later...</i>
In the old school building, inside an empty classroom, Kerry waited nervously holding a bag with the food he’d bought Cecelia. Cecelia’s arrival was accompanied by the creaking of the old floorboards. She slid open the old wooden door and glared at Kerry.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What took you so long?”</div>
She yelled at him despite being the last one to arrive.
<div id="speakKerry">“I…”</div>
Kerry stumbled over his words. He knew I had his back, and that he just needed to sum up his courage.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Whatever, just give me my food.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“No!”</div>
Kerry shouted out with all his heart. Cecelia’s expression didn’t change one bit.
<div id="speakCecelia">“We are doing this again? Fine. I know a few people who’ve been eager to see those photos of you.”</div>
Cecelia took out her phone and unlocked it.
<div id="speakKerry">“Stop!”</div>
Kerry ordered. Cecelia’s hand frozen, her fingers refusing to obey her. I’d been watching everything and had issued Cecelia a simple order the moment she entered the old classroom.
‘You will obey Kerry and do anything he tells you.’ With that order implanted in her brain she was completely at his mercy.
<div id="speakKerry">“Delete all the photos you have off me!”</div>
Kerry ordered. Cecelia had to obey. She knew something was wrong but felt compelled to follow his command.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What the fuck?”</div>
She watched as she began marking every photo she had off Kerry for deletion. She cried stop, but her hand didn’t listen. With a final press of the delete button all the photos were erased.
<div id="speakKerry">“It worked…”</div>
Kerry felt a surge of joy. He’d been so nervous before, but now it was really happening he felt a sense of power he had never experienced before.
<div id="speakCecelia">“How did you do that? Kerry, tell me right now or else!”</div>
Cecelia’s threat bounced off him.
<div id="speakKerry">“Cecelia, you tortured me, made me do humiliating things, so now, you’re going to humiliate yourself.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“You’re a pathetic worm Kerry, you don’t have the guts to humiliate me.”</div>
If Cecelia had kept quite she might have avoided Kerry’s wrath, but by provoking him she’d brought disaster upon herself.
<div id="speakKerry">“Strip!”</div>
Cecelia couldn’t disobey the order. She began taking off each item of clothing one piece at a time, scowling as she tried to will her body to listen to her instead of Kerry. Soon she was stood naked in front of us. Kerry also began taking some of his clothes off, specifically he took off his boxer shorts and then threw them towards Cecelia.
<div id="speakKerry">“Wear those over your head!”</div>
Cecelia picked them up and placed them over her.
<div id="speakKerry">“Now take a photograph of yourself and send it to everyone you would have sent those pictures of me to!”</div>
About twenty seconds after he’d issued that command my phone vibrated, displaying a notification that Cecelia had invited everyone in the year to a group message. In the message she’d posted the photo she just took. Because of the wording of Kerry’s order, it confirmed that Cecelia had planned to share the photos she had of Kerry with everyone. I ignored the responses of my classmates, and watched as Kerry gave his next order.
<div id="speakKerry">“Suck my dick.”</div>
His cock was already out, and Cecelia crawled over to him, pulling back his foreskin then taking his cock into her mouth. She was doing her best to resist the command, sucking him once then trying to free herself from his control.
<div id="speakKerry">“Properly! Suck my dick dry, as if your life depended on it!”</div>
His next order ensured she wouldn’t escape. She began sucking him off in earnest. If certain rumours were to be believed, then this wouldn’t be the first time she’d given a blowjob. As the climax approached, Kerry grabbed the back of her head, forcing his cock against the back of her throat as he ejaculated inside her mouth. He held her there for several seconds, releasing her once he was satisfied. Cecelia pulled her mouth away, choking as she tried to clear Kerry’s cum from her throat. He wasn’t done yet. He ordered her to clean his dripping cock with her mouth and forbid her from spitting out what she licked off. When she was done he pulled his boxers from her head and put them back on.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Fuck you. I’ll make your life a living hell for that.”</div>
Cecelia snarled at him, still believing she was in a position to threaten him.
<div id="speakKerry">“Excuse me?”</div>
Kerry stepped forward, grabbing her by her hair and titling her face towards him.
<div id="speakKerry">“I dare you to say that again.”</div>
Cecelia remained silent.
<div id="speakKerry">“I thought so. Now, you’ll never speak of what we just did to anyone, and you’ll never threaten me again. Every night when you go to bed I want you to remember that you’re my bitch. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. Understand bitch?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yes…”</div>
Cecelia’s will to resist was shattered. She understood the position she was in, that the master had become the slave, and that she now belonged to Kerry.
<div id="speakKerry">“Good. See you later.”</div>
Kerry walked away, leaving Cecelia to fix herself up before the end of lunch. I caught up to Kerry outside. He had a massive grin on his face.
<div id="speakKerry">“That felt fucking great! I feel amazing. Like a new man. Joe, I can’t thank you enough, not only for making this possible, but for convincing me to go through with it. I’ll do anything I can to repay you.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Anything? Use your newfound freedom creatively and return to band practice. Erika needs you guys back.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Erika? Is that why you were helping me?” Kerry was surprised to hear that was my reason.</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Originally yes, but after I learned of what Cecelia was doing to you I would have helped you even without an incentive. So, what do you say, will you return to band practice.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“You know, after all that, I feel like hitting the drums. I’m going to go tell Erika that I’ll be there.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Good to hear.”</div>
Kerry ran ahead. I watched Kerry run back inside.
Kerry's life was back on track, maybe I should go check up on the band, or perhaps I'll just sit back and see what interesting events the new week brings.
<div id="choice">[[Check Up On The Band|KerryF]]</div>
<i>*Note - For here it is presumed you've already helped Sally and Yamato, if you haven't click below*</i>
<div id="choice">[[Yamato - Rhythm Guitar]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Sally - Bass Guitar]]</div>
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What was it like in his head? The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. I decided it would be best to spend a day in his shoes to find out.
<div id="speakKerry">“What are you doing?”</div>
He asked me, noticing that I had begun doing something with the Reborn app.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m curious…”</div>
I kept my explaination vague.
<div id="speakKerry">“About what?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You. Don’t worry, just wait a minute and I’ll be done.”</div>
I didn’t need to even use the poser to make him obey me. He just nervously stood there as I began making the changes necessary to swap our lives around.
<div id="speakMC">“And swap!”</div>
<div id="greenchoice">[[I hit the apply button, and all the changes I’d made took effect at once]]</div>
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I became him, he became me, in body, personality and memory. Kerry’s memories were rewritten, leaving him to believe that was, and always had been, me. Meanwhile I now had his personality and enough of his memories to pass as him.
<div id="speakMC">“What happened?”</div>
The new Joe asked. It was weird to hear someone else using my voice.
<div id="speakMC">“What were we talking about?”</div>
He was very disorientated. I'd altered his memories so he didn't remember about the Reborn app or our interactions yesterday.
<div id="speakKerry">“Just… Uh-oh…”</div>
I saw my phone was in his hand. Shit. I’d forgot that swapping bodies would place the app in his hand. Unsure of why he had his phone out, the new Joe stuffed it into his pocket.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m going to get food, see you around Kerry.”</div>
He turned, and I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to. I knew I needed to say something to get my phone from him, I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t muster the words.
<div id="speakKerry">“See you.”</div>
I whimpered those words. Shit. What was wrong with me? Was this what it was like to be Kerry? To completely lack the ability to be assertive? The new Joe disappeared around a corner, and then Kerry’s phone, or rather my new phone buzzed. It was message from Cecelia.
‘I’m in a hurry today. Get out of class early and bring me food before lunch or else.’
She wanted me to make up an excuse to leave class early? Was she serious? There was no way I was going to give into her demands.
At least, that was my initial reaction, but as the day progressed, and lunch moved closer, I began to fret over it. As the last bell before lunch approached I stuck up my hand and asked the teacher if I could use the bathroom.
“Lunch is in ten minutes, you can wait.”
The teacher shot down my request, and that should have been the end of it.
<div id="speakKerry">“But I really need to go."</div>
I begged to leave. I was embarrassing myself. Why? Why was I doing this?
"Just go then," he sighed.
I quickly escaped, running to my locker where a bag containing Cecelia’s lunch waited. I had to sneak out of the school and stick to a very narrow blind spot I could use to get to the old building without being spotted. I knew where Cecelia should have been waiting for me, but when I arrived she wasn’t there. I waited. The bell rang. A few minutes later she arrived. Cecelia’s arrival was accompanied by the creaking of the old floorboards. She slid open the old wooden door and glared at me.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What took you so long?”</div>
She asked, despite being the second one to arrive.
<div id="speakKerry">“I got here as soon as I could.”</div>
Why was I making up excuses? She was the one in the wrong.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Whatever.”</div>
She walked up and snatched the bag from me.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Seriously? This is what you brought me?”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“I’m sorry.”</div>
Why was I sorry? I bought her what she wanted. I had to stand up for myself. I had to tell her she needed to stop being such a bitch. Despite thinking this, I did nothing.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I’m bored, hey, entertain me."</div>
She said entertain her, but I had no idea how to do that. The only thing that came to mind was to humilate myself further. I began to dance like a court jester, degrading myself for the entertainment of my queen. That wasn't enough for her.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Take off your pants."</div>
She suddenly ordered. She was insane. Did she really expect me to go through with that kind of order? I wanted to tell her I wouldn’t do it, that even I had my limit, but instead I began undoing my zipper and dropped my trousers.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Take them all off."</div>
She ordered again. She had her phone in hand, recording me. This was utterly humiliating. Nothing good could come from what I was doing, yet I did it anyway. I was beginning to understand now what it was like to be Kerry. There was a strange compulsion to do whatever you were asked. I didn’t enjoy being humiliated, but there was a strange pleasure in just obeying someone. Not having to think for yourself, letting someone else just make decisions for you, it was addictive. The old me would have never let this happen, but I wasn’t that person anymore. I removed everything beneath my waist, letting my floppy penis hang out.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Gross. Put these one.”</div>
From her pocket she pulled out a red thong. She laughed at me while she held it front of me. I knew I’d be crossing a line if I put it on, but I still reached forward and took it from her. I hesitantly pulled the thong up my legs, Cecelia’s camera on me the entire time. It was awkward trying to wear it. Thongs weren’t designed to be worn by men. My cock was only half inside it.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Hah, you actually did it.”</div>
She put away her phone and stood up.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I’ll share that video with everyone unless you go back to class wearing that.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“No…”</div>
I was a whimpering dog. I felt compelled to offer some resistance, but I already knew I would do as she said.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Bring me something decent tomorrow."</div>
Cecelia ordered. She ignored my whimpering and left. I felt pathetic. The lowest of the low. Yet I’d do nothing to change that and continue to live my life in shameful slavery.
~ End - Slave to humiliation ~
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I felt my soul being pulled from body, and placed into a new vessel, one a feminine frame, long curly hair and sizable bosom.
<div id="speakAngela">“This feels nice.”</div>
I laughed, stretching out my new body and getting a feel for things. I took my phone from the hand that still clasped it and became making more changes. I gave Ms Angela my personality, and an edited version of my memories. Ms Angela would have no knowledge of the Reborn app and believe that the past week was just like any other. On the other side of things, I took enough of her memories that I could pass for her easily. I didn’t want her whole life, just what would be important for that I intended to do. Last but not least, I edited my personality to be more like hers, but not so much I effectively became her.
Once everything was done I sent Ms Angela back to my place in a trance. She’d autopilot herself to my bedroom, lay down on my bed then wake up believing that today she had come straight home and taken a short nap. Meanwhile I’d lounge around her apartment seeing if single adult life was what it was cracked up to be.
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I strode into Ms Angela’s room swaying my hips. It was time for another day of school, but today instead of taking classes, I’d be giving them.
<div id="speakAngela">“Good morning class.”</div>
I greeted the crowd seated in front of me. I saw mixed reactions. Some were eager to learn, others couldn’t care less and just wanted this lesson to end before it started. My first class was with a year of junior students. I could understand their plight as it wasn’t so long ago I was one of them.
<div id="speakAngela">“Today’s lesson will be on the works of a famous Welsh poet.”</div>
Poetry. Even in a subject I was all round terrible at, there were topics I especially abysmal with. Fortunately, I wasn’t me anymore, I was Ms Angela. I had her memories, her personality and perhaps most importantly, her looks. I noticed one of the boys in the second row ogling me. His eyes following my breasts as I leaned over my desk to pick up a textbox. It really is obvious when people aren’t paying attention to what I’m trying to teach them. There was one undiscovered benefit to being the teacher, the lessons felt like they went by faster than when I was giving them instead of taking them.
<div id="speakAngela">“Okay class, for homework you can read through pages 23 to 28. It won’t take long.”</div>
As I said those words I knew that maybe only half the class would do as I said. We’ll see about that. I launched the Reborn app, and selected everyone in the class as my target for the poser.
<div id="speakAngela">“Sorry, I mean for homework you ‘will’ read through pages 23 to 28 tonight.”</div>
Problem solved. The ability to enslave the entire class into doing whatever I said made teaching a lot easier. This class was over, but another was only minutes away. This time I’d be explaining the improper use of pronouns, oh joy.
Following that class was morning break. I was looking forward for this as instead of hanging around my usual friends in the corridors, I’d be hanging around the teachers’ lounge. The contents of the teachers’ lounge were a closely guarded secret. They didn’t let students inside very often, so few knew what mysteries the teachers were keeping to themselves. As Ms Angela I could enter without anyone raising an eye bow, so that is what I did. I strode into that room like I owned the place and got my first look at perhaps the most expensive machine in the school building.
Standing in the back corner was a monolith of a coffee machine. It was the size of a large fridge, had a large touch screen, and was capable of serving coffee, tea or hot chocolate to over a hundred different options. It took it merely seconds to fill up each teachers’ mug with the beverage of their choice. It was perhaps the most efficient thing in this school. I knew what Ms Angela’s tastes were, so was curious to try her favourite coffee. I joined the fast-moving que, grabbing my mug from the counter, then filling it was a rich black coffee. I took my first taste, and felt a powerful taste hit my mouth. It was good. I had never enjoyed the taste of overly strong coffee before, but this changed that. I emptied with mug, then refilled it again for another round.
“Tough day?”
One of the other teachers laughed at me as I emptied my second cup.
<div id="speakAngela">“The tough part has yet to come.”</div>
“Oh yes, you have Cecelia later. I’m telling you, that girl is a lost cause. I admire your determination, but even you can’t stop that girl from becoming an alcoholic single mother living in a hovel claiming child support from three different children by three different fathers.”
Wow. He really didn’t hold back. Even I thought those words were a little harsh. I wonder if teachers always spoke about their students like that? I put washed and pug away my mug, then headed for the door. I noticed that someone had as a joke stuck a notice to the back of the door that read ‘What happens in the teachers’ lounge, stays in the teachers’ lounge.’ Sounded like there was a rule that the teachers were free to say whatever they liked about students in here without fear.
The time had finally come, it was time for Cecelia’s class. I readied myself, expecting things to go my way, but I’d made one major miscalculation. As Cecelia’s classmates entered the classroom I noticed that there was someone missing from their ranks, Cecelia. Was she absent?
<div id="speakAngela">“Has anyone seen Cecelia today?”</div>
I asked her classmates.
“I saw her during morning break.”
She was at school, but was avoiding my class? I should have expected that from her. Regardless I had to continue the lesson and deal with her later. Fortunately, I didn’t have another lesson after this one. That meant once I was done here I could go and find her. Ms Angela didn’t know where Cecelia went when she skips class, but the part of me that was still Joe did. Once my classroom was empty I set off to find her. It didn’t take long.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia!”</div>
I called out as I laid my eyes upon her. As I expected she had been relaxing out behind the old school building.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Fuck sake.”</div>
She swore at me, then quickly stamped out the lit cigarette she had in her hand.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What do you want?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“I want to know why you weren’t in class!”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“I didn’t feel like it.”</div>
Cecelia stood up and dusted off the dirt from her skirt. She began walking away.
<div id="speakAngela">“Where are you going?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“To class, got a problem with that?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Are you really?”</div>
She was just going to go and slack off some place else. She was impossible to talk to. I’d have normally given up by now, but the part of me that was Ms Angela didn’t give in. I felt some responsibility as Cecelia’s teacher to make her improve. I’d be failing in my duties as a teacher if I didn’t do something to set her straight.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia!”</div>
I called out to her but she didn’t stop. Fine then, if it has come to this then there is only one thing I can do. I reached into my pocket and locked onto her with the Reborn app.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, come to my classroom at the beginning of lunch.”</div>
I called out her. She dismissively waved her hand, probably planning on disobeying my order, but that wasn’t how the app worked. Disobeying me wasn’t an option.
<div id="choice">[[Next|NewAngela2]]</div>
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The lunch bell rang, and my classroom emptied as students rushed out to get the lunch hall quickly. Normally I’d be among them. Not a minute later Cassidy walked into the classroom.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I’m here, what do you want?”</div>
She looked as rebellious as ever.
<div id="speakAngela">“Sit down.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Don’t wanna.”</div>
Why did she have to be so difficult? There was no helping it. I had to take out the Reborn app again.
<div id="speakAngela">“Please Cecelia, sit down.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Fine.”</div>
She grabbed a chair, turned it around and sat down. Her legs were spread as if she was intentionally trying to let me look down her skirt.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, I want to have a proper discussion with you about your future. What are your plans?”</div>
I was genuinely curious about what this girl planned to do with her life.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Marry a footballer. All I have to do is say ‘I do’ and I’ll be set.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“And you’d be happy?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Well duh. I’d have lots of money, and a nice house, and people will think I’m important so I can do talk shows and stuff.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Life isn’t that easy Cecelia.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“I don’t think you have the right to criticise me. You’re a single woman whose job it is to stand behind that desk and talk to wall for several hours a day.”</div>
Cecelia’s snobby attitude truly had no bounds. I was getting impatient, but I calmed myself. There had to be a way through to her.
I looked down at my phone and saw the poser attempting me. I was incredibly tempted to use it, but I held back. Something in me wanted to do this the responsible way, to resolve this problem the way a teacher should resolve it.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, I want you imagine a beach on a dull day. This beach is coverage in bin bags, broken glass and used needles as far as the eye can see. An open sewer pipe runs down the middle, dumping human waste into the water. Now imagine on this beach is a girl, and she is fine with what she sees because it is the only beach she knows. She’s never sunbathed on a clear day, or swam in clean water, or been able to walk across the sand in her bare feet. To her this is paradise, because she’s never experienced what a real paradise is.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Sounds shitty. What’s you point?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“My point is, you’re that girl. You look out at a sorrowful wasteland and are happy because you don’t realise that there is something much better waiting for you.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Maybe that girl should learn to use the internet then to find a better paradise. Your story is shit Ms Angela. Can I go now?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Yes.”</div>
I didn’t expect my story alone to fix this, but it was the first step.
<div id="speakAngela">“But then I wouldn’t be able to give you the answers to tomorrow’s assessment test.”</div>
That had her attention.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Huh? You want to give me the answers?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Problem?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“That’s kind cheating.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Cheating? By your own philosophy having someone hand everything to you in exchange for nothing in return is how life works.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“That’s different.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“How so?”</div>
I forced Cecelia to think, something she wasn’t used to doing. I hid a smile as I seen her trying to build a counter-argument. It had gone beyond the point she could just say ‘whatever’ and walk away like she normally did.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Okay then, show me the answers.”</div>
Cecelia’s reply was exactly what I expected. I was beginning to understand how her mind worked, and knew how to provoke it. I began teaching her the answers to the test tomorrow, but rather than just drill in what she needed to write, I taught her how to understand the question.
<div id="speakCecelia">“You could get into trouble for this.”</div>
Cecelia jokingly warned me.
<div id="speakAngela">“I won’t.”</div>
I confidently replied. I didn’t let Cecelia copy the answers or take any notes. I drilled everything into her head so there would be no proof even if she told someone. Cecelia’s bad reputation meant it would take more than just her words to get me in trouble.
Later I returned to Ms Angela’s apartment and threw my feet up to relax. Teaching Cecelia was hard, even when she wanted to learn. I wonder how the real Ms Angela was getting on with my life? She was probably in my room playing my video games. Lucky her. There wasn’t anything like that in this place to relax with. I dug into Ms Angela’s memories a little more to see what she typically did on nights like this. A picture formed of one of the bars downtown where Ms Angela was a regular.
<div id="speakAngela">“Maybe I should check it out.”</div>
I considered the idea. The part of me that was Joe would rather just stay here, but the part of me that had become Ms Angela wanted to hit up her favourite hangout.
<div id="choice">[[Stay home and play games]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Head out to the bar]]</div>
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Playing games were more my thing. Even without my computer I could still have fun on my phone. I spent the remainder of the day like I normally would, sprawled across a chair tapping on my phone to collect gems and flipping over cards.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|NewAngela3]]</div>
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I jumped to my feet and headed through to Ms Angela’s bedroom. I couldn’t head out like this. I lady must look presentable. First up, shower. Even though I could just freshen myself up with the Reborn app, I decided to do things the old fashion way. I stepped into Ms Angela’s bathroom and began removing my clothing.
<div id="speakAngela">“Dave would kill to be able to see this.”</div>
I looked at my body in the mirror. Ms Angela’s body was truly superb. I let the shower get up to temperature then stepped inside the glass cubicle. The feeling of the hot water running down my body felt sublime. I looked at all the bottles crammed together on Ms Angela’s soap rack. So many different kinds of soaps and creams, might as well try them all.
Twenty minutes later I left the shower smelling very different to how I did when I stepped into it. My skin felt smooth and my hair felt amazing. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed through to the bedroom. I pulled out a salon hair dryer and let warm air flower through my hair, drying it before swapping the hair dryer with a curling iron. Getting ready to leave the house as Ms Angela was completely different than my normal routine. I finished my hair with a blast of hairspray, and then turned my attention to the rest of my body. I had to pick out underwear, my outfit, my choice of perfume, and much more. There was so many steps compared to just shower, clothes, done.
When I finally finished getting dressed I was shocked to find over an hour had passed by. I’d picked out an outfit Ms Angela had ordered from a fashion magazine only a week ago. She hadn’t gotten a chance to wear this out yet. I’d be stealing that from her. I filled my bag with everything I’d need, double checked I’d not forgotten anything then headed out.
Walking down the street I felt the gaze of those around me watching me and admiring the effort I’d put into looking nice. It felt rewarding and empowering. I never understood why women put so much effort into dressing up until now. When I stepped into the bar I felt the atmosphere change in response to my presence. The barman gave me a familiar smile, and I stepped up and claim a stool by the bar.
“The regular?”
He asked me.
<div id="speakAngela">“Of course.”</div>
I said back. As the barman prepared my drink I picked up the cocktail menu and looked through it. There was so much I wanted to try.
“Here you are.”
He set my drink down in front of me.
“I must say, you are looking especially fine tonight, what’s the occasion?”
<div id="speakAngela">“I’m just out to relieve some stress.”</div>
Ms Angela typically came here when she wanted to unwind. I could understand why. The music matched the relaxed atmosphere perfectly. The cocktail I’d just been served tasted amazing. I could really relax here. This place was therapeutic.
“Hey Angela, by yourself again?”
A man said as he took a seat next to me. He looked around thirty and had one of those pretty boy faces. Pretty Boy? That would be a good name for him. Ms Angela had met him here twice before, and both times he’d hit on her. Seems he was back for a third round.
<div id="choice">[[Give him a warm welcome]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Give him a cold shoulder]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedSchool.png">
I walked into my full classroom and looked at the class in front of me with a smile. Sitting there in my usual seat was my temporary replacement.
<div id="speakAngela">“Good morning class.”</div>
I greeted them with a smile, but didn’t receive much energy back. It was the first class of day. They had hardly any energy to spare. I saw my replacement was almost asleep in his chair. I began the lesson, continuing off from where the real Ms Angela had left. You’d think that this being her own class that she’d be into it, but when I peeked back I saw a familiar sight. The other me was dozing off, barely able to keep his head straight as he continuously nodded as he tried to stay awake in a body that wanted nothing more but to sleep.
<div id="speakYumi">“Joe.”</div>
Next to him Yumi was trying to rouse him. He was giving her voice no heed.
<div id="speakYumi">“Joe!”</div>
That got him. He roused from his sleep trying to remember where he was. Technically he was on his final warning about such tardiness.
<<if $gamesbookstore is "no">><div id="choice">[[Punish Him]]</div><<endif>>
<div id="choice">[[Leave Him Be]]</div>
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<div id="speakAngela">“I am, I’m not ready to give up my single life just yet.”</div>
“Can’t I persuade you otherwise?”
<div id="speakAngela">“Like I say to certain student almost every day, try harder.”</div>
Was it weird I was referring to myself when I said that? The line between myself and Ms Angela was beginning to blur. Pretty Boy kept me company most of the night. He wasn’t bad company, but I made my position very clear and refused to even let him buy me a drink. Once I reached the point where neither my body nor wallet could handle another cocktail I called it a night and ordered a taxi back home.
<div id="speakAngela">“I enjoyed that.”</div>
I said as I threw myself onto Ms Angela’s bed. I felt like I could just close my eyes and fall into a peaceful slumber, but all this makeup I’d put on wasn’t going to just remove itself. Again I ignored the app, and removed my makeup the same way Ms Angela normally would. I changed back into her evening wear and put on a romantic movie. Those weren’t normally my thing, I wanted to live the full Ms Angela experience.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|NewAngela3]]</div>
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<div id="speakAngela">“Am I boring you Joe?”</div>
I moved from my spot at the front of the class to stand directly in front of him.
<div id="speakMC">“No Ms, I was just listening with my head down.”</div>
Did he really expect me to believe that? Now I was annoyed.
<div id="speakAngela">“Really? Recite for me what I just said?”</div>
This conversation seemed familiar. I saw him searching for some kind of clue. He wouldn’t find it. I’d been reading from textbook and his was firmly closed.
<div id="speakAngela">“See me after class.”</div>
I walked away and returned to the front of the classroom. Once lessons were over and let into him about his behaviour. I’d warned him about sleeping in my class before, plus he’d tried to pull some bullshit excuse off. I had no choice but to slap him with a detention.
Afterwards it was time for another class with Cecelia. The hardest part would be getting her to show up. I was honestly surprised when she not only arrived in my classroom, but was among the first of her classmates to arrive.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Hello Ms A.”</div>
That was an odd greeting. She was acting friendly, and that immediately put me on edge.
<div id="speakAngela">“Good afternoon Cecelia.”</div>
I acted neutral. I couldn’t’ let other students catch a scent of the lesson I’d given Cecelia. As most of them were aware, the first thing on today’s agenda was a test. Those were soon distributed. I wondered how well Cecelia would do. If she’d remember what I taught her then she should have no trouble passing. Twenty minutes later and I was collecting them again for marking.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, please see me after school.”</div>
I made a scorned face as I gave her that instruction. I wanted her classmates to believe that I’d noticed something wrong with her test paper. She left test papers completely blank in the past. Between the end of that class, and the end of school, I was able to mark all of the test papers. Just in time for the final bell.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yo, I’m here.”</div>
Not two minutes later Cecelia walked through my door.
<div id="speakAngela">“Please sit down.”</div>
She proceeded to sit on top of the nearest desk in a rather unsightly fashion. Her legs were spread allowing me to see a glimpse of her underwear.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, I’ve marked your test and…”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yeah yeah, listen I know you like to drag these things out, but can you just cut to the chase? I’ve other things I want to discuss.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“If you insist. Well done. You passed. In fact you finished first in the class.”</div>
That wasn’t a lie. It was very clear that nobody had did much preparation for this.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I got first? Seriously? And you said cheating would get me nowhere."</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“I don’t recall saying that. Honestly what I taught you was something everyone should have had the sense to learn. Your success comes from trying, and not because I gave you a free ticket.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Whatever. Do I get a prize or something?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Success is rewarded with opportunity. That’s how the academic world works.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Sounds like a scam.”</div>
She retorted.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I think you’re just trying to dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me. I’m not that dumb Ms A. Oh, how about a bet?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“A bet?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yeah. I’ve another test tomorrow morning. If I pass then I get to make one request, and you have to do it whatever it is.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Okay deal.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Really?”</div>
She seemed surprised by how quickly I had accepted. If her request was unreasonable I’d refuse to do it. Plus, I had the app to fall back on so there was no downside for me.
<div id="speakAngela">“If you don’t pass then I get to make any request I want from you however.”</div>
I added in my own terms.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I accept.”</div>
She was probably thinking the same thing as me. This was a pointless bet, but if it meant she’d study for once then I saw no reason not to go for it.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|MsAEnd2]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedSchool.png">
I continued reading, letting the other me continue his daydreaming. Thinking about, there was no point yelling him, I would technically be yelling at myself. If I gave him a detention it would most likely be me who had to stay afterschool for it. Since I was Ms Angela I’d give my replacement some slack that I normally wouldn’t be afforded.
Afterwards it was time for another class with Cecelia. The hardest part would be getting her to show up. I was honestly surprised when she not only arrived in my classroom, but was among the first of her classmates to arrive.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Hello Ms A.”</div>
That was an odd greeting. She was acting friendly, and that immediately put me on edge.
<div id="speakAngela">“Good afternoon Cecelia.”</div>
I acted neutral. I couldn’t’ let other students catch a scent of the lesson I’d given Cecelia. As most of them were aware, the first thing on today’s agenda was a test. Those were soon distributed. I wondered how well Cecelia would do. If she’d remember what I taught her then she should have no trouble passing. Twenty minutes later and I was collecting them again for marking.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, please see me after school.”</div>
I made a scorned face as I gave her that instruction. I wanted her classmates to believe that I’d noticed something wrong with her test paper. She left test papers completely blank in the past. Between the end of that class, and the end of school, I was able to mark all of the test papers. Just in time for the final bell.
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yo, I’m here.”</div>
Not two minutes later Cecelia walked through my door.
<div id="speakAngela">“Please sit down.”</div>
She proceeded to sit on top of the nearest desk in a rather unsightly fashion. Her legs were spread allowing me to see a glimpse of her underwear.
<div id="speakAngela">“Cecelia, I’ve marked your test and…”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yeah yeah, listen I know you like to drag these things out, but can you just cut to the chase? I’ve other things I want to discuss.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“If you insist. Well done. You passed. In fact you finished first in the class.”</div>
That wasn’t a lie. It was very clear that nobody had did much preparation for this.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I got first? Seriously? And you said cheating would get me nowhere."</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“I don’t recall saying that. Honestly what I taught you was something everyone should have had the sense to learn. Your success comes from trying, and not because I gave you a free ticket.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Whatever. Do I get a prize or something?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Success is rewarded with opportunity. That’s how the academic world works.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Sounds like a scam.”</div>
She retorted.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I think you’re just trying to dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me. I’m not that dumb Ms A. Oh, how about a bet?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“A bet?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Yeah. I’ve another test tomorrow morning. If I pass then I get to make one request, and you have to do it whatever it is.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Okay deal.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Really?”</div>
She seemed surprised by how quickly I had accepted. If her request was unreasonable I’d refuse to do it. Plus, I had the app to fall back on so there was no downside for me.
<div id="speakAngela">“If you don’t pass then I get to make any request I want from you however.”</div>
I added in my own terms.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I accept.”</div>
She was probably thinking the same thing as me. This was a pointless bet, but if it meant she’d study for once then I saw no reason not to go for it.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|MsAEnd1]]</div>
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I arrived at the cinema and tried to purchase a ticket from the desk.
“That movie started fifteen minutes ago, are you sure you want that screening?”
The clerk asked me. I wasn't here for the movie so I didn't care.
<div id="speakMC">“All I’m missing are the trailers.”</div>
Movies these days started well after their advertised times. Big chain cinemas like this were particularly guilty of that. I entered the large screen with advertisements still playing despite being late. Yamato and Danielle should be in here somewhere. There must have been about fifty people in here. Pretty busy for a week night. I scanned through the crowd, searching specifically for couples.
There!
I spotted Yamato was close to the centre with the girl next to him leaning on his shoulder, Danielle@@.imgpop.danielle;(!)@@. The seats directly behind them were free, perfect. I headed up and sat behind them. They didn’t think anything off it. To them I was just another stranger who had come to watch a movie. That wasn’t the real reason I had come here, but if I had I would have been very annoyed. Danielle was constantly badgering Yamato. It was an action movie, yet if anything remotely scary happened, Danielle would cling hard to Yamato pretending to be scared, or if she saw something cute, she would point at it with a cutesy voice saying how she wanted one. I hoped Yamato hadn’t been looking forward to seeing this movie because he wasn’t being allowed to enjoy it. A thought had occurred to me when I was looking through Danielle’s social media and seeing her in person only confirmed it. She was desperate for attention, specifically, Yamato's
Eventually the movie ended, and the credits began to roll. Yamato got up and Danielle got up with him. As they began walking away I quickly issued them a quick order with the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“Ignore me, and don’t acknowledge my existence until ordered otherwise.”</div>
I quickly got up and followed them, staying close enough to hear what they were saying.
<div id="speakDan">“Oh my God, I’m so hungry, let’s get food.”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Sure, where do you want to go?”</div>
Was it just me, do did Yamato sound drained?
<div id="speakDan">“Surprise me!”</div>
Yamato picked out what must have been the nearest restaurant and just took her there. It was minimum effort, but she didn’t care. A part me wondered why I was stilling following them. It seemed Yamato was simply being drained by a demanding girlfriend, yet I still felt like I was missing a crucial piece of this puzzle. I followed them into the restaurant and got a seat close by.
“What can I get for you?”
A waitress had come over to ask the couple for their order. She was very polite and helpful, all fairly normal, then I noticed a trace of spite in Danielle’s eyes. Once the waitress had their orders she left, and immediately Danielle leaned over and whispered to Yamato.
<div id="speakDan">“Oh my God, she was totally flirting with you."</div>
Danielle hissed across the table.
<div id="speakYam">“That’s not true."</div>
Yamato tried to treat her comment as a joke.
<div id="speakDan">“God what a slut, she should just get own man and fuck off.”</div>
Danielle wasn’t joking, and I had just gotten my first glimpse of her true personality. When the waitress returned with their drinks Danielle scowled at her. This woman was just doing her job and being friendly, but Danielle treated her with hatred she just didn’t deserve. Maybe hatred was the wrong word, it was jealousy. Yamato wasn’t the kind of guy who’d cheat on his girlfriend, so why did Danielle see every girl he interacted with as a threat to her?
<div id="speakDan">“I’m going to leave them a really bad review. Maybe they’ll fire her.”</div>
Danielle informed Yamato.
<div id="speakYam">“Now that’s just going a tiny bit overboard.”</div>
Yamato again played off Danielle’s comment like it was joke, trying to laugh and hoping she’d laugh with him. That was part of the problem, he wasn’t being stern with her. She was being a complete bitch, and he was trying to fix the problem through soft words and laughter. They were a pair of problem children, one an outright sociopath, the other was too nice to tell her to stop. Once events at the restaurant had concluded, the couple left and kindly didn’t leave any hostile reviews behind them.
<div id="speakDan">“Where should we go next?”</div>
Danielle was now clinging tightly to Yamato’s arm.
<div id="speakYam">“It’s getting late, I need to get back home.”</div>
<div id="speakDan">“Okay…”</div>
Was it finally over?
<div id="speakDan">“But can you walk me home?”</div>
Of course not. Walk her home? We were nowhere near a residential area. How close did she live? The answer? Over an hour’s walk away. Well that wasn’t strictly true, I could have made the journey in half that time on foot, but Danielle clung to Yamato the whole time, slowing him down and delaying the journey. Finally, the date came to an end, and I was free from having to follow these two around.
<div id="speakDan">“I’ll call you later!”</div>
Danielle called out as she went inside. Seriously? It was already getting late, and they had spent an entire evening together. I was tired, but Yamato looked far worse than I did. Danielle closed the front door to her house, and instantly Yamato’s posture shifted. His shoulders dropped, his smile vanished, and he had his gaze locked onto the ground. He began walking away, moving like a zombie with sloppy, fatigued movements. It was very clear to me now what the source of his grievance was. I had to decide my plan of action.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|YamatoP3]]</div>
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The next day I carefully approached Yamato during morning break to speak with him. I wasn’t sure if anyone else at school even knew about Danielle. I had to choose my words carefully or he might begin to ask questions I can’t reasonably answer.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Yamato."</div>
I greeted him with a pat on the back. He slowly reacted, turning his head without so much as a smile.
<div id="speakYam">“Hey Joe.”</div>
He yawned as he greeted me.
<div id="speakMC">“Up late?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Is it that obvious? Yeah, remembered late that I had homework to do.”</div>
That was the opening I wanted.
<div id="speakMC">“Sounds like you were busy that night. What’s the matter? Girlfriend keeping you busy?”</div>
I nudged him, acting as if I was making a joke.
<div id="speakYam">“Hah, oh you have no idea how close to the truth you are.”</div>
He tried to return to his daydreaming.
<div id="speakMC">“I mean, your one of the more popular guys in school. I’m surprised nobody has asked you out yet.”</div>
I had to bait him into admitting he had a girlfriend.
<div id="speakYam">“I’ve been asked. I’m one of the few good-looking guys who isn’t drooling over Cassidy. I turn them all down though. School is the only place I’m safe.”</div>
There it was.
<div id="speakMC">“Safe from what? Or should I be saying, safe from who?”</div>
Yamato paused, and considered his options.
<div id="speakYam">“My girlfriend, Danielle.”</div>
Yamato finally said it, and he followed it up with a long sigh.
<div id="speakYam">“Maybe it would be better if I was another one of those drooling idiots. At least they know where they stand with Cassidy. Meanwhile I’m lost trying to figure out if my girlfriend likes me, or just likes having a boyfriend.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Sounds difficult. Another man might say ‘that isn’t healthy’ and ‘you should take things through with her’, but I’m not that man. Yamato, if she suddenly became infatuated with another man, and just left you for him tomorrow, how would you feel?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Honestly, I’d feel relieved. I want to break up, but…”</div>
He stopped.
<div id="speakMC">“But?”</div>
I pressed him.
<div id="speakYam">“I’m not going to just say ‘It’s not working out’ and walk away. Those words were designed to cause the other person pain because they don’t give a real reason. If I’m going to breakup with her I need a firm reason. Something that’ll she be able to understand. Something that will help her grow as a person.”</div>
The situation was very clear to me know. Yamato was only still with Danielle because he was too kind to breakup with her. I could pull some strings behind the scenes to give him a reason to break up with her, or I could have a little fun and make Danielle the one to break up with Yamato.
<div id="choice">[[Pull The Strings]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Have Some Fun]]</div>
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Finding out where Danielle lived wasn’t hard. Being able to access other people’s memories made finding out anything relatively easy. Afterschool I took a detour to pay her a visit. If I had to describe her house I’d say it was average. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a boy who I guessed to be about twelve.
“Yo."
The boy greeted. I could hear pop music leaking from a room upstairs.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello. I’m looking for Danielle. Is she home?”</div>
He answered my question by turning his head and yelling ‘Danielle’ at the top of his lungs. Another head poked out from the living, a girl who I guessed was about fourteen years old. Looking around I spotted a shoe rack that was stacked with shoes of different sizes and designs. Ten seconds passed but there was no sign on Danielle.
“Give me a minute.”
The boy partially shut the door then ran up the stairs. I heard heavy knocking, and the sound of music playing abruptly stopped.
<div id="speakDan">“What is it now?”</div>
I heard Danielle groan.
“Friend for you at the door.”
Danielle came down the stairs expecting to see a friend, but instead found me, a face she’d never seen before.
<div id="speakDan">“Can I help you?”</div>
She asked coldly.
<div id="speakMC">“Yeah, I’m one of Yamato’s friends from his previous school. There is something you need to know about him.”</div>
<div id="speakDan">“Last school?”</div>
I had her attention.
<div id="speakDan">“You mean his elementary school?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No. So he hasn’t told you about getting expelled from his previous high-school?”</div>
<div id="speakDan">“Oh my god really? Tell me what happened!”</div>
Hook, line and sinker. I knew she’d fall for that.
<div id="speakMC">“Maybe we should go somewhere more private.”</div>
There were too many people watching. Danielle got closer forcing me to step back. She stepped out onto her porch and closed the front door behind her.
<div id="speakDan">“Okay talk.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I guess this will do.”</div>
I would have preferred a bit more privacy, but at least her family couldn’t see me anymore. I pulled out my phone and locked onto her with the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“Before I tell you anything, you are going to answer all my questions truthfully and follow any instruction I give you.”</div>
Now I had her in the palm of my hand.
<div id="speakMC">“Now tell me, tell me everything that you’ve been intentionally keeping a secret from Yamato.”</div>
Once Danielle began talking, she didn’t stop. There were a lot of small lies she was telling Yamato, mostly piety stuff, but there was one big one. Yamato wasn’t her first choice of boyfriend, rather he was the boyfriend she got to make the man who she really liked feel jealous. That man was Francis, he was two years older than her and a college student. He had a lot of things going for him such as a nice car, good looks and strong charisma. He also was a believer in the idea that college was a place for new things, so he took Danielle on a few dates, then dumped her when he got bored. He never pretended that they were meant to be, but Danielle deluded herself into believing that they were. She believed that once he realised he had made a mistake, he would come crawling back to her. For that reason, she was dating Yamato and intentionally taking him to places and events she knew Francis might be at.
This presented me with a very easy solution to my problem. All I needed was for Francis to re-enter the picture and Danielle would break up with Yamato to be with him. At the same time, I couldn’t just use the app to doom a happy man into dating Danielle who was by all definitions a nightmare girlfriend.
I had Danielle give me Francis information, which she had in great detail. She gave me photos of not just him, but his house and car, as well as his home address, university address and work address. The information she had on him was borderline stalker level. It would help me find this guy, but rather than force him into meeting with Danielle, I’d turn myself into him and approach her myself.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay Danielle, you will go back inside under the belief that speaking with me was such a waste of time that you don’t even bother to remember my face or what exactly we discussed.”</div>
That’ll clean things up. I had what I wanted from her, now I had to get what I wanted from Francis.
With the information I had gotten from Danielle, I was easily able to find him. According to Danielle’s information he had basketball practice tonight. Her information wasn’t wrong. I found Francis practicing basketball outdoors with a few friends exactly where Danielle said he would be. A quick copy & paste, and his body was mine. Now all I had to do was arrange everything and Yamato would be free from Danielle’s grasp.
The next day at school I used the app on Yamato in secret to issue a series of orders. I had to make sure he would be in the right place at the right time for my plan to work. After that, there wasn’t anything for me to do but wait for the evening to roll in.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Yamm1]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“I think the important thing to take away from what you said is ‘If you break up with her’, what if she breaks up with you?”</div>
Yamato laughed at my proposal.
<div id="speakYam">“You don’t understand her. The only way I could drive her to break up with me would be for me to do something horrific. I mean kill her entire family horrific, and even then, she might propose we elope and try to evade the law together.”</div>
Worryingly, I could picture her doing that.
<div id="speakYam">“Alternatively, I could try putting on a ton of weight, not showering and wearing the same clothes every day. I’m kidding. I’d probably lose every friend I had before I got Danielle to quit, and honestly, I don’t think I could bring myself to willingly put on weight and stop showering.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What if you didn’t have to?”</div>
I had a feeling Yamato was right. Danielle wouldn’t want a fat, greasy, smelly boyfriend. She was far too shallow. Someone who was actually in love might stick with their partner after they underwent that kind of change, but not Danielle.
<div id="speakYam">“I’m not following."</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What if you could have the appearance of all that, without being it?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“You mean like wear a fat suit? I don’t think that would work for a number of reasons.”</div>
Yamato would need convincing, so I showed him what I meant. I began making modifications to his body, increasing his weight and making his hair so greasy oil companies would be applying for permits to drill on it. I hit the apply button with mix feelings, preparing to see something I’d probably regret. As always, the change was instant. Yamato went from being 11 stone to 22 and it wasn’t pretty.
<div id="speakYam">“What the fuck?”</div>
His centre of balance experienced a drastic shift, and unable to adjust he went down. As he hit the floor his clothes tore, and I quickly averted my gaze before I scarred myself.
<div id="speakYam">“My hands! My arms! Oh God, what happened to me?”</div>
Yamato tried to stand up, and it took him a couple of tries for him to figure out how to shift his body weight appropriately. Once he was back on his feet I undid the changes I’d made to his body and patched up the tears in his uniform.
<div id="speakYam">“What the fuck just happened to me? Joe did you see that?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I did. You turned into a man I doubt Danielle wouldn’t even think about kissing.”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Joe? Did you do that to me?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Guilty. I recently acquired a power that lets me modify how I, or other people, look. If I wanted to I could turn you into the fattest, or perhaps most muscular man on earth.”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“How?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Space Wizard Powers.”</div>
Telling people about where my powers came from just raised more questions. I didn’t want Yamato getting side tracked with a quest to discover the origin of the Reborn App, so I kept the exact nature a secret from him. All he needed to know was what I could do, not how I could do it. After we got past the boring ‘how did you do that’ stage of revealing my power, we got down to business.
<div id="speakYam">“Gaining ten stone in a day is unheard off.”</div>
Yamato explained.
<div id="speakYam">“If I visit Danielle, and I’m as fat as I was a few minutes ago, she won’t believe it was natural.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Depends on how convincing you are. I can use the Reborn app to… oops.”</div>
One quick memory erase and then take number two.
<div id="speakMC">“I can use my power to make it seem more normal to her. Whether she keeps you, or dumps you instantly, will be entirely her own decision though.”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“I agree. If she wants to stay with me, even after I’m supersized, then maybe I was wrong about her. Okay, let’s give this a try. I’ll ask her if she wants to go on another date tonight.”</div>
I had no doubt that she’d say yes.
<div id="choice">[[Next|YamatoP4]]</div>
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Danielle arrived at the meeting point Yamato had arranged at 7:30, despite us having arranged for her to meet Yamato 30 minutes sooner. Yamato and I were waiting in a fast food restaurant nearby.
<div id="speakMC">“There she is. Ready?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Let’s get this over with. Being fat is just awful.”</div>
His comment was overheard, which given where we were, resulted in several unwelcome stares being sent our way. Already supersized, Yamato was ready to go. He’d been getting used to moving around his extra mass and wouldn’t fall over now. He got up and squeezed out of his chair. Meanwhile I started making the necessary preparations so that this would seem normal to Danielle. I finished just as she saw Yamato walking up to her.
<div id="speakYam">“Hey Danielle."</div>
Yamato called out to her. Instantly she did a double check to see if anyone she knew was nearby. There wasn’t, but what if there had been?
<div id="speakDan">“Hi Yammy, is this the surprise you wanted to show me?”</div>
Her words carried a tone of confusion.
<div id="speakYam">“Oh? Sorry I just ate a little too much recently.”</div>
Yamato laughed, then tried to get close to her and hold her hand.
<div id="speakDan">“Yeah…”</div>
She took Yamato’s hand, but held it awkwardly.
<div id="speakYam">“Don’t be so cold.”</div>
Yamato pulled her in close, and the look on her face was worth a thousand words. She did not want to be so close to him. Meanwhile Yamato was starting to enjoy it. Their destination was an indoor swimming pool, and for my own mental wellbeing I decided to not follow them inside. I passed the time thinking about life until the couple re-emerged from the building. Yamato gave me signal as they passed by. Things were going well, so I let them enjoy the rest of their date without my interference. Since the Reborn app had unlimited range, Yamato only needed to message me, and I could undo the changes to his body. Once his date was over with he sent a message asking me to turn him back and asking where we should meet up tomorrow. He’d arranged for another date with Danielle, and wanted to use that chance to end things. I could meet him in private like I did today, or just wherever he planned to meet Danielle, she’d be late anyway.
<div id="choice">[[Meet somewhere private]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Meet somewhere public]]</div>
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Yamato and I arrived early, taking refuge inside a gazebo on the far side of the same plaza he’d arranged to meet Danielle. We had a good view of the bench he’d arranged to meet Danielle at.
<div id="speakYam">“She is close to cracking, just another push and she’ll dump me.”</div>
Yamato was confident it would be over soon.
<div id="speakMC">“What do you suggest we do? Go bigger?”</div>
I joked.
<div id="speakMC">“Change you from a XL to an XXL?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“No. That would be unnecessary, and unpleasant. I’ve got a great plan. A kiss.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Just a kiss?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“A kiss, on her lips, in front of someone she knows. Before if she saw someone she knew she would suddenly want to kiss me so they could see, now, I want to see if she’ll push me away. I brought a photo of one of her friends, can you transform yourself into them?”</div>
Shit. I couldn’t copy photographs. I explained to Yamato the problem with his plan. He was a little disappointed that I couldn’t copy photographs. We decided to increase his weight more still, but not too much. With a press of the button his weight doubled.
<div id="speakYam">“I forgot how bad this feels.”</div>
Yamato stood up and did some quick movements. As he did so we noticed Danielle had arrived at the meeting point.
<div id="speakMC">“She’s here already?”</div>
I was surprised she’d gotten here before the scheduled time.
<div id="speakYam">“That’s unusual behaviour for her, well no reason to delay.”</div>
Yamato left the cover of the gazebo and headed out to greet her with a hug. As he stretched out his arms she quickly put hers in front of her to keep him away. I didn’t know what they were saying, but Danielle was keeping her distance, then she suddenly turned away and left, ignoring Yamato’s attempts to call her back. Yamato then turned and headed back in my direction, taking a peek over his shoulder to ensure Danielle wasn’t still around, before giving me a massive thumbs up.
<div id="speakMC">“What happened?”</div>
I asked him as he returned.
<div id="speakYam">“She dumped me right on the spot. I was surprised, it was kind of sudden, but I don’t regret it. She really had no interest in being with a guy who was out of shape. Can you turn me back to normal now?”</div>
I did as he asked, reverting his body shape back to normal proportions.
<div id="speakMC">“Any plans for what to do with your free time?”</div>
I joked.
<div id="speakYam">“Maybe pick up the guitar again? What will happen if Danielle sees me and I’m not fat? Won’t she find it a little odd?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“She shouldn’t.”</div>
I’d issued some very specific orders. If Danielle bumped into Yamato then the commands I’d implanted should kick in and suppress her feelings of something being amiss.
<div id="speakYam">“I’ll see you tomorrow Joe, thanks for the help.”</div>
Yamato left soon after, unaware that there was a set of instructions inside his own head that would ensure he didn’t tell anyone about my power. As for me, I had some free time to kill. I sat in the gazebo a little more, thinking about the future. I could go help Kerry or Sally now, or maybe I already had.
<div id="choice">[[Check Up On The Band|YamF]]</div>
<i>*Note - For here it is presumed you've already helped Sally and Kerry, if you haven't click below*</i>
<div id="choice">[[Kerry - Drums]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Sally - Bass Guitar]]</div>
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Knowing that Danielle would be late as per usual, Yamato and I arrived early at the meeting point on a bench in the town plaza to discuss our plan.
<div id="speakYam">“She is close to cracking, just another push and she’ll dump me.”</div>
Yamato was confident it would be over soon.
<div id="speakMC">“What do you suggest we do? Go bigger?”</div>
I joked.
<div id="speakMC">“Change you from a XL to an XXL?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“No. That would be unnecessary, and unpleasant. I’ve got a great plan. A kiss.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Just a kiss?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“A kiss, on her lips, in front of someone she knows. Before if she saw someone she knew she would suddenly want to kiss me so they could see, now, I want to see if she’ll push me away. I brought a photo of one of her friends, can you transform yourself into them?”</div>
Shit. I couldn’t copy photographs. I explained to Yamato the problem with his plan. He was a little disappointed that I couldn’t copy photographs. We decided to increase his weight slightly, but not too much. With a press of the button his weight doubled.
<div id="speakYam">“I forgot how bad this feels.”</div>
Yamato stood up and did some quick movements. Suddenly we both heard someone gasp. Danielle was standing not far from us, and she had just witnessed me use the app to change Yamato’s weight. I slowly reached for the app, but before I could take action Danielle began running, and managed to get behind a wall before I could target her.
<div id="speakMC">“Shit, let’s go after her.</div>
I shouted, running after Danielle. Yamato tried to follow, but in his current state he wasn't fast. I turned the corner, and from nowhere a heavy fist struck me across the face, stunning me and knocking my phone from my hand. As I recovered I found myself staring up at a brute of man, as Danielle scrambled to grab my phone.
<div id="speakMC">“Wait!”</div>
I called out, but the guy grabbed my shirt, holding me on the spot.
“This the guy causing you trouble?”
The guy asked Danielle. She didn’t answer, she was looking at the screen of my phone, putting together what was on my screen with what she’d just witnessed. I didn’t expect her to come early and witness me use the app. I also didn’t expect some passer-by to see me chasing her and decide to get involved. With my phone she began running away, and the white knight that had leapt out to help her kept me in place until she was out of sight. Yamato finally caught up and got the guy off me.
<div id="speakMC">“She stole my phone."</div>
I explained to him.
<div id="speakYam">“Well get it back. Just use your power on her.”</div>
Shit. Yamato still believed that the power came from me, and not my phone. If Danielle figured out how to use it then things would get messy. We had to find her before she found us.
<div id="speakMC">“You’re her boyfriend, where would she likely go?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Home maybe? Can you turn me back to normal now?”</div>
Shit. Yamato didn’t know that my power came from my phone. I’d told him I had ‘space wizard powers’ and that’s what he currently believer.
<div id="speakMC">“I can’t.”</div>
Turning him back to normal was impossible.
<div id="speakYam">“What?”</div>
He sounded confused, and when I explained the truth he got very annoyed. He grabbed my, shaking me as hard as his large arms could.
<div id="speakYam">“Are you fucking serious?”</div>
He was rightfully pissed. He also now understood that getting my phone back was incredibly important. The Reborn app was not something I ever wanted to see in someone else’s hands, especially someone like Danielle. He searched hard for her but were unable to find her. I insisted we keep on searching. I was stalling for time, aware that sooner or later it would happen, and when I did I wouldn’t even notice.
<div id="speakYam">“How will I explain this to my family?”</div>
Yamato asked.
<div id="speakMC">“Explain what to your family?”</div>
I asked him. I looked at him, seeing his fat normal self, and then it dawned on me.
<div id="speakYam">“That I’m…”</div>
He paused, trying to think.
<div id="speakYam">“I swear there was a reason I couldn’t go back home.”</div>
It had happened. I knew I had changed Yamato with the app but looking at him now he was no different from how I had always remembered him. My memories had been altered, so had his, and everyone else’s. Danielle had used the Mass Memory Alteration, causing the entire world to remember Yamato as the overweight slob he was now. I only knew she’d used it because I knew what to look out for. Yamato on the other hand, had no idea.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s continue the search tomorrow."</div>
Since Danielle had just used that feature the phone battery would now be dead. I’d use that chance to get some sleep.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|BadYamEnd]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2Town.png">
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Before I knew it, a full twelve hours had passed. The hour hand on the clock had done a full circle and now it was 9PM. I was now in Francis body, and had left a message to Danielle asking her to meet where we first met. It was the kind of romantic gesture that would ensure she’d come running. Opposite me was the nightclub where the two had first met. It was too early for it to open its doors, so the street was relatively quiet. I noticed a figure carefully peek around the corner and look directly at me. She was using sunglasses and a scarf to hide her identity, but I knew it was Danielle. She was confirming that I was here. She stepped out and made her way towards me, trying to keep out of my line of sight. I let her, and when she got behind me she opened her arms and jumped at my back, capturing me in a weak hug.
<div id="speakDan">“Francis! Oh I knew you’d want me back!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Babe, I was wrong about you. You are the best girl I could ever hope for in my life.”</div>
I choose the words she wanted to hear, and she ate them up without second though.
<div id="speakDan">“Oh Francis, we’re such an amazing couple. How will we celebrate our reunion?”</div>
There was no hesitation or doubt. She probably had forgotten she already had a boyfriend. Well I had just the plan to remind her.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ve got tickets for a show tonight and you’re invited.”</div>
She cried out in joy, and instantly accepted my offer. The band in question was a certain group that went by the name of ‘The Crowsharks’, and as Danielle should have been aware of, they were Yamato’s favourite band. I told Danielle the name of the band, and even explained they were preforming for one night only in Redrock. She didn’t stop to consider the fact that if her boyfriend’s favourite band were playing for one night only, that there would be a chance that said boyfriend might be at the show. The truth of course was that I knew Yamato would be there. I didn’t even need to use the app to make it happen as he had gotten his ticket weeks in advance. The venue was only a twenty-minute walk from where we were, but with Danielle hugging my arm the whole time it took nearly thirty. We talked and chatted about what we’d been doing since we broke up, and Danielle didn’t mention Yamato once. It was pretty hilarious really. She had gone through great lengths to rub the fact she was dating someone else in Francis face, but now was pretending Yamato didn’t exist. We arrived at the venue and joined the line. The doors had already opened and were letting people inside. Yamato was likely already inside. Soon we were too, and my wallet took a hit as Danielle began pointing things out and requesting I buy them, so she’d have something to remember this occasion by. Before she could bankrupt me the moment I had been waiting for finally happened.
<div id="speakYam">“Danielle?”</div>
I heard Yamato call out her name. I turned, and as did Danielle awkwardly trying to think of what to say. She didn’t look guilty, and she calmly walked up to Yamato.
<div id="speakDan">“Yeah, it isn’t working out…”</div>
She without hesitation dumped him. There was no emotion or regret.
<div id="speakYam">“What do you mean?”</div>
Yamato was confused. Why was Danielle even here? Why was she suddenly saying those words?
<div id="speakDan">“You don’t treat me right. You’re selfish and… and… you didn’t even tell me you’d be here!”</div>
She pointed the finger at Yamato, putting all the blame for the sudden end of this relationship on him. Harsh. She had no right to blame him for this. I saw Yamato clench his fist, anger was building up and I stood ready to step in should he resort to violence. Fortunately, he didn’t. The anger suddenly vanished, his body relaxed, and his expression became a smile.
<div id="speakYam">“Yeah. You’re right. Well I’m going to enjoy myself, I hope you do too.”</div>
Then he just walked away. It was over. Their unhealthy relationship was over, and both of them couldn’t have been happier. I was surprised it had so quickly. The band hit their final note, and began thanking the crowd for coming.
<div id="speakDan">“The night is still young."</div>
Danielle whispered to me. She didn’t show any plans of letting go of my arm. She didn’t want to end the night here, but the question was how far I wanted to take it?
<div id="choice">[[End it here|YammEnd]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Take it all the way|Yamm2]]</div>
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Danielle and Yamato had broken up. There was no reason to continue this game. I tried to pull my arm free, but Danielle tightly clung onto it.
<div id="speakMC">“Danielle, that was cold. I thought you’d changed, but you haven’t.”</div>
Her grip on my arm loosened and I pulled my other arm free.
<div id="speakDan">“But, I thought you wanted me back!”</div>
There was nothing more pathetic than a girl pretending to be hurt to get her way.
<div id="speakDan">“You’re horrible, using me like that, then ending it like this!”</div>
People around us began to look my way, giving me disgusted looks. It was all intentional. She was making a scene to get her way. She really had no shame when it came to manipulating others. I’d had enough of her.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t try to contact me.”</div>
I walked away, leaving her with her fake tears. She followed me outside, begging me to reconsider. She begged, apologised and demanded, but all of it made me want to get away from her even sooner. I finally lost patience, turning around with the app locked onto her.
<div id="speakMC">“Go home. Don’t contact me. Don’t contact Yamato. Don’t take this hard. Just get over it, learn from what has happened and become a better person.”</div>
I kept her under my control as I called her a taxi and sent her home safely, then did the same for myself. It had been a hard night on my wallet, but hopefully I’d improved the life of Yamato for the better. After I got home I quickly headed to bed and hoped that when I saw Yamato in the morning he’d be much happier.
<div id="choice">[[Next Morning|YammFin]]</div>
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Since she was being so insistent that we stick together I decided to test how far her commitment would go.
<div id="speakMC">“There aren’t many places open this time of night.”</div>
I explained to her.
<div id="speakMC">“I mean, I know a few, but unless you really want to continue hanging out then…”</div>
<div id="speakDan">“I don’t care where we go, so long I’m with you.”</div>
Was she serious? I’d soon find out. With Danielle clutching my arm we headed into the city. There was one street in this city that had a bit of a reputation. Reika Street, a street I’d passed by several times but never venture down. As we got closer the streets go noisier. Most of the people around were men, and the few women that were still awake at this hour all had company. Some of them were very young women in the company of men more than double their age. That was the kind of place this part of town was. We reached the entrance to Reika Street and witnessed an atmosphere that rivalled Amsterdam’s red-light district.
<div id="speakMC">“Shall we?”</div>
I asked her.
<div id="speakDan">“I hope nobody thinks I’m some prostitute you’ve rented.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’m sure they’d be jealous if they did babe. They couldn’t hope to afford a girl as beautiful as you.”</div>
My compliment spawned a cutesy smile from Danielle. She began walking forward, still refusing to let go of my arm. She wasn’t at all worried about being seen in this kind of place so long she was seen with me. I didn’t have much of a plan of where I could go. There was a hotel that had a very nice bar, so we headed in there for a few drinks. In contrast to the rather dubious exterior, the interior of the buildings in this part of town were very nice. Fancy golden décor, velvet cushioned chairs and dim chandeliers creating the perfect atmosphere. Unfortunately, it all came at a cost to my wallet. If things continued like this then I’d be bankrupt by morning.
<div id="speakDan">“Francis, why don’t we just spend the night here?”</div>
Danielle asked me, her leg rubbing up against him. This place seemed nice, and it was so late that getting home would be just as expensive as staying the night.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll check with the receptionist. Wait here.”</div>
I left Danielle behind so that I could use the app without someone looking over my shoulder. I used my ‘charm’ to get us a free room for the night. Once I had the keys I took Danielle up to the extravagant room I’d secured. There was only one problem, there was single queen-sized bed.
<div id="speakDan">“Oh, there’s only one bed.”</div>
Danielle picked up on it immediately.
<div id="speakDan">“Guess we’ll be sharing it tonight.”</div>
With a giggle she jumped forward, landing on the bed with a soft ‘flomp’. I boldly stepped forward and jumped, landing beside her.
<div id="speakMC">“I should warn you, I do move around a lot."</div>
I flirted. She reached her hands around and pulled me in tightly. She kissed me, if you could call it that. She was eager for us to be together, so her kiss was rushed and sloppy. True lovers could make a kiss last over ten minutes with ease, but Danielle pulled away after just five seconds.
<div id="speakDan">“You’re such a good kisser.”</div>
Did she mean that? I hadn’t even been trying. We were both lying on our sides facing each other. Hardly the position for a perfect kiss. She still tried though. Her pressed her body close to me. She wanted me, but her movements were rushed, as if she was competing against the clock to have me.
<div id="speakDan">“I’m warm, let’s get naked.”</div>
She said that as a joke, yet had begun to undress.
<div id="speakMC">“You don’t need to be so afraid.”</div>
I could see though her façade. She was trying to hide her true emotions with an act.
<div id="speakMC">“Let me treat you right.”</div>
<div id="speakDan">“Francis…”</div>
She whispered my name.
<div id="speakMC">“Shush, just be silent and let me handle everything.”</div>
I took charge, gently undressing her and teaching the value of going slow. My movements were sensual, and she obediently followed my lead and matched my pace. Once her clothes were off I gently laid her out on the bed, kissing her body and probing her for sensitive spots. Once I knew where to focus my efforts I did so with vigour.
I stroked her belly and traced circles around her bellybutton. I kissed her hips, applying a little pressure with my tongue in her weak spots. She began to moan gently as she discovered a feeling she hadn’t experienced before. She thought that having sex was all about obtaining bragging rights, that there was no real benefit to it. After tonight, she’d think very differently. I moved down, positioning myself between her legs. I unzipped my trousers and allowed them to slowly drop. I was making her wait, and I could see her pussy growing wetter and hungrier with each passing moment. A few more teases and she was practically gushing. She was ready, and so was I. I pressed my cock against her soaking pussy and thrust forward. Tight, but not virgin tight. I let her adjust to having me inside her, then steadily increased the pace. Her moans became intense as she cried out, letting the world know that she was having the best sex of her life. She wasn’t the only one having a good time, my cock felt amazing right now. That night I gave Danielle’s pussy a true lesson in what sex was all about. Before now she had only experienced cheap sex at the hands of an inexperienced partner.
Tonight, I had taught her what a real man could do for her. I made her come not once, not twice, but four times that night. Come morning she was thoroughly exhausted, and so was I. As she lay beside me edging towards sleep, I pondered how this night would end. It would be cruel to just abandon her now and erasing her memories would just undo everything I’d taught her. I had originally planned to end it after tonight. But maybe I'd keep this up a little longer. I could be Francis whenever I wanted after all, and Danielle's heart belonged to me.
<div id="choice">[[Next Morning|YammFin]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2Town.png">
<div id="speakAngela">“I don’t have to be.”</div>
I gave him a welcoming smile.
“Well then, let me fix that.”
He took a seat to me.
<div id="speakAngela">“Do you have any drink recommendations?”</div>
He took that as an invitation to order two drinks, one for me and one for him. We chatted casually, and I drank whatever was put in front of me. I couldn’t get drunk, but I got as close as I could.
“Why don’t we go back to mine for some coffee?”
He offered.
<div id="speakAngela">“Sorry. I have to be up early tomorrow, of course, that doesn’t mean you can’t come back to mine for some coffee.”</div>
I returned his words, putting a hand on his knee to let him know there would be more than coffee on offer. I was a single woman. I was going to fully explore all the benefits associated with that.
“I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Pretty Boy and I left the bar soon after. The temperature had dropped since I’d arrived, but my shoulders didn’t go cold for long as a jacket was wrap around them. Having a gentleman escorting me home was a new feeling and an enjoyable one.
We soon arrived at my apartment. I put on the coffee machine, but before the light even came on to say it was ready my top was already off. Pretty Boy wasted no time getting acquainted with my body as we fell onto the couch. Clothing was scattered around as we pressed our bodies together. Ms Angela’s desires took over as I let him kiss my body without the slightest bit of repulsion. This was a man who knew his way around women. When he kissed me, it felt like he was worshipping me. Each time of clothing he removed from me felt like a gift. He knew where to be gentle and knew where to be firm. In his arms I wasn’t a woman, I was a goddess.
<div id="speakAngela">“Fuck me!”</div>
I cried out like a woman. My body was burning with desire. He moved behind me and drove his hard cock into my dripping pussy. I let the world know of my pleasure. I moaned loudly, taking each thrust as his cock penetrated deep inside me. He changed positions, holding me as I cried out in rapture.
“Goddesses have no place on earth.”
He whispered into my ear.
“Let me send you back to heaven.”
He put everything he had into those next few thrusts. My body was so hot I felt I was in hell, and then the path to heaven opened, and my mind left the earth as I cried out in ecstasy.
When I came to I was lying on my couch with a hot coffee sitting on the table next to me. The TV was on and sitting on the floor with his back resting against the couch was my lover. Fuck I could still remember that feeling. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I took a moment to let my mind sync up with my body again. I straightened up and lifted the coffee from the table and took a sip.
<div id="speakAngela">“Wow.”</div>
Was this even coffee? It tasted fantastic. Even that monolith in the teacher’s lounge couldn’t brew something this good. I slowly emptied my cup while watching some late-night TV. Once my cup was empty I stood up and stretched my arms.
“Shall we move into the bedroom?”
Pretty Boy asked me.
<div id="speakAngela">“Like I said before, I have to be up early tomorrow. The couch is all yours.”</div>
I headed through to the bedroom, tossing a spare blanket over the couch before I closed the door. I crawled into my bed completely naked and had perhaps the best sleep on my life.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|NewAngela3]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2ThuSchool.png">
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<div id="speakYam">“Erika, I’m sorry about being scarce the past few weeks."</div>
Yamato said to Erika.
<div id="speakYam">“But I promise I’ll be around a lot more.”</div>
Yamato was full of energy today. Last night had been one of the best nights he’d had in years. He got to see his favourite band play, and the burden that was Danielle had been lifted. He had come to the music room with his guitar on his back rearing to play. He’d rediscovered his passion for playing guitar and was ready to get serious. With Yamato back to his normal self the band was one step closer to being complete. They should be able to achieve their dreams under their own strength now, but perhaps they may still need a helping hand?
<div id="choice">[[I’d focus on my owns dream, whatever those may be|Week3]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Check Up On The Band|YamF]]</div>
<i>*Note - For here it is presumed you've already helped Sally and Kerry, if you haven't click below*</i>
<div id="choice">[[Kerry - Drums]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Sally - Bass Guitar]]</div>
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There came a point when I had to just admit it.
<div id="speakMC">“I fucked up."</div>
Yamato never came to school the following day, and the day after he showed up fatter than ever, and with heavily altered memories. He had no idea who Danielle was. To him, she was just someone I’d made up. Since he’d never told anyone else at school about her I didn’t have anyone to back me up. His memory of my power had also been all but erased. I didn’t know what Danielle did to him, but perhaps I should be thankful. Since Yamato had no idea I was the cause of his current body mass he didn’t shower me with the hatred I deserved for doing this to him. He treated me the same way he’d treated me before.
As for getting back the Reborn app, it was hopeless. Danielle could have been anywhere, or anyone, by now. She had the Reborn app. She had some understanding of how to use it, and she was a girl with a serious attitude problem. I should be thankful she didn’t use it on me. There wouldn’t have been anything I could do if she had decided she wanted to supersize me as well for collaborating with Yamato.
Having the Reborn app had been fun while it lasted, but it was time for me to move on from this short dream where anything had been possible and return to my normal life.
~ End – Extra Large on the Side ~
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The results of Cecelia’s test were in, and after doing a little research, I wasn’t at all surprised by them.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I passed.”</div>
Cecelia proudly declared. The test had been in her computer class, and was so easy that a caveman could have passed it. I’d lost the bet technically, but she also cheated so there was little hope of me going through with whatever her request was.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I want you to become my personal tutor.”</div>
She declared.
<div id="speakAngela">“Huh?”</div>
What the? She wanted to spend even more time with me? I was suspicious, very suspicious.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What’s wrong?”</div>
She enquired, noticing I was taking a long time to respond to her.
<div id="speakAngela">“I’m just shocked. You want me to teach you? I got the impression that you completely despised learning, and anyone forcing you to learn.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“It’s like you say, the beach I knew before was a crappy shitty one, but thanks to you I’ve seen a brand new clean one I want to go to it from today onwards.”</div>
I was glad that she’d remembered that. I had my doubts, but if she genuinely wanted to learn, then as a teacher I’d support her.
<div id="speakAngela">“Okay. Will afterschool be fine?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Afterschool, and you could do home visits, or maybe we could study at a café sometime.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Well, we had a bet so I accept your proposal.”</div>
Like it really mattered. If Cecelia was being honest then I could consider it mission accomplished. It was time for me to return to my own life and let the real Ms Angela step back into her body and turn Cecelia into a better person. If Cecelia became a better person and that would in turn mean Kerry would be free from Cecelia’s torment. I’d almost forgotten why I had done this in the first place.
<div id="speakAngela">“Find out what time you a free, and I’ll let you know how that fits in with my schedule.”</div>
I told Cecelia. With our final meeting concluded I quickly rushed outside to the bus stop. Standing waiting for a bus was the real Ms Angela still believing that she was me. My time as Ms Angela had been interesting, but it was time to return to being me. When that bus finally arrived it would be the real me that got on it, and Ms Angela would get in her car none the wiser that she had been living my life the past few days.
As expected, Kerry was suddenly a lot more committed to the band. Cecelia had stopped torturing him, focusing her efforts on studying with Ms Angela. I’d admit that I might have chosen a more complicated way of resolving this issue than necessary, but I got to experience new things and that was what the Reborn app was all about. I wonder what new experiences next week will bring?
<div id="choice">[[Week 3|Week3]]</div>
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The results of Cecelia’s test were in, and after doing a little research, I wasn’t at all surprised by them.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I passed.”</div>
Cecelia proudly declared. The test had been in her computer class, and was so easy that a caveman could have passed it. I’d lost the bet technically, but she also cheated so there was little hope of me going through with whatever her request was.
<div id="speakCecelia">“I want you to become my personal tutor.”</div>
She declared.
<div id="speakAngela">“Huh?”</div>
What the? She wanted to spend even more time with me? I was suspicious, very suspicious.
<div id="speakCecelia">“What’s wrong?”</div>
She enquired, noticing I was taking a long time to respond to her.
<div id="speakAngela">“I’m just shocked. You want me to teach you? I got the impression that you completely despised learning, and anyone forcing you to learn.”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“It’s like you say, the beach I knew before was a crappy shitty one, but thanks to you I’ve seen a brand new clean one I want to go to it from today onwards.”</div>
I was glad that she’d remembered that. I had my doubts, but if she genuinely wanted to learn, then as a teacher I’d support her.
<div id="speakAngela">“Okay. Will afterschool be fine?”</div>
<div id="speakCecelia">“Afterschool, and you could do home visits, or maybe we could study at a café sometime.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Well, we had a bet so I accept your proposal.”</div>
I was curious to see where this was going. Had Cecelia really turned over a new leaf? Or had I just signed myself up for something that was equally unpleasant as her personality? I’d find out soon if she was genuine. In the meantime, the school day had ended so it was time for me to head home. By instinct I headed to my small car and started the engine. It wasn’t until I was half-way back to my apartment than I suddenly remembered something rather important, I wasn’t really Ms Angela.
<div id="speakAngela">“Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now.”</div>
I wanted to continue living this life for a little while longer. I’d swap back when the time was right.
<div id="choice">[[Someday In The Future|MsAFuture]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Futurecard.png">
I closed the book on my final class of the term.
<div id="speakAngela">“Good luck in your exams everyone.”</div>
I told the class in front of me. One boy in particular would need luck if he was going to pass. Maybe I should bare more responsibility for him, his shortcomings used to my short comings before I swapped our lives. Now I was the beautiful Ms Angela, and he was the below average Joe. Unfortunately, there was no longer any going back. I enjoyed being Ms Angela so much that I kept postponing the day we’d swap back… then one day it happened. The Reborn App was gone. All I knew was that whoever had taken it had also erased my memories, meaning I couldn’t remember anything from the day the Reborn App had disappeared.
Even though I no longer had any classes to teach, I wasn’t done teaching. I’d be paying Cecelia a visit at her home tonight to give her some more private tutorage. What had begun as an odd arrangement had become a regular occurrence. Her parents were happy to see her finally taking her studied seriously, and also happy to pay me for my continued work. While her exams weren’t as important as the graduating class, they would still count towards her future meaning it was important that she passed. I grabbed my bag, thinking about how I’d spend my holiday.
~ End - Teacher's Life ~
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Sprouting a nice shirt hidden beneath a heavy coat I arrived at the meeting point. I had gloves, but I’d taken them off and put them into my pocket.
<div id="speakStacy">“You’re late."</div>
Stacy greeted. I noticed immediately she didn’t look like she was dressed up for a date. She had a puffy coat, waterproof gloves and a thick woollen hat. She looked more like she was heading out on an artic expedition than a date. I soon learnt of the reason why. The location of our date was an ice skating rink on the outskirts of town.
<div id="speakStacy">“You’re good with your feet on the turf, but how are you on the ice?”</div>
She teased as she put on her rented skates. She’d got us in using two tickets she had pulled from her purse. The venue wasn’t that busy, only about a dozen people were currently skating, and all of them doing it well. The last time I’d gone ice-skating was perhaps four years ago, and I could remember sucking badly at it. Stacy went ahead and stepped into the ice rink ahead of me. She quickly demonstrated that she wasn’t a newbie like me.
<div id="speakStacy">“C’mon Joe, keep up.”</div>
I had a feeling this wasn’t her first, second or even tenth time here. She was good. She probably knew, or at least expected, that I had very little experience with skating. I chuckled as I realised this. The purpose of inviting me here was now clear. She wanted to get back at me for running circles around her this afternoon.
<div id="speakMC">“Who does she think I am?”</div>
I said as I reached into my pocket for my phone. I watched the others on the rink and picked out the person who clearly had the most skill. I was about to target him when I realised he wasn’t alone. Watching him from the side of the rink was a man in his late forties.
“Straighten your back!”
The older man yelled giving instruction. Was he a coach? He probably had lots of experience then. His skill and experience became mine as I used the same skill transfer technique I’d used on the footballers at the start of this week.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh, he won gold at the winter Olympics.”</div>
I now knew quite a bit of this guy’s past. Sure his medal win was over 20 years ago, but he’d kept those skills polished for as long as his body would allow him. I put my phone away, strapped my feet into my skates and stepped onto the ice. I fell almost immediately. Balance was everything on the ice. I’d hadn’t copied his body so didn’t have his muscle memory.
<div id="speakStacy">“Wow Joe, on your ass already?”</div>
Stacy skated circles around me.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m just getting warmed up.”</div>
I got back up and began practicing. The basics to skating were all in my head, I just needed to teach the rest of my body them. Stacy continued to mock me, but her smile shrunk as time passed as I rapidly improved. Once I had my centre of balance I begun performing some simple jumps. The Flip, The Lutz, The Axel. I performed the three basic moves with ease, then began spicing things up. I got a little over-confident and ended up on my ass again, but this time Stacy didn’t laugh at me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Joe how often do you come here?”</div>
Stacy couldn’t believe what she had seen. Someone she thought had been a complete amateur at first was now out-preforming her.
<div id="speakMC">“When I’m in the mood. I used to do it all the time as a kid.”</div>
A simple lie. I returned to my feet and continued teaching my body the skills in my head with a smile on my face. This was a lot of fun, and I was just getting started. Mr Coach had also done well for himself in duo competitions. Using those skills, I stretched out my hand to Stacy. She took it and quickly was lost to my pace. I spun her around and caught her. She just needed to stay on her feet and let my movements guide her. I had fun, she had fun. We began to accumulate a small audience. With time running out I tried to bring out performance to a climax, unfortunately it was still beyond my capability and I went crashing down on my ass again, bringing Stacy down ontop of me.
<div id="speakStacy">“Well, we almost had it."</div>
Stacy laughed, she was having a lot of fun.
<div id="speakStacy">“Maybe next time we’ll succeed.”</div>
Did she say next time? We were evacuated from the skating rink as it was time for the building to shut for the night.
<div id="speakStacy">“I didn’t think I’d be saying this, but you’re pretty good Joe. Are you secretly good at everything?”</div>
Stacy asked me. I saw a chance to flirt and took it.
<div id="speakMC">“I have a lot more physical activities I’m secretly great at, both outdoor and indoor.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Is that so? Like what?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I prefer to show rather than tell. Nobody ever believes me anyway when I tell them.”</div>
It hurt a little to say that because it was so true.
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh? Then how about you show me?”</div>
She said saucily. The flirting was becoming mutual.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ve no problem with that, but there aren’t many places still open at this time of night.”</div>
Nowhere that I could show off anyway.
<div id="speakStacy">“I can think of one place that is open tonight. I could show you, but I have one condition.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And what’s that?”</div>
She pulled her woolly hat from her head then pulled it down hard over mine.
<div id="speakStacy">“You stay like that until I tell you.”</div>
The thick black wool had taken away almost all my sight. I could see the glow from the street lights poking through the gaps but that was all.
<div id="speakStacy">Come on Joe, follow me.</div>
I was practically blind, but I accept her challenge.
<div id="choice">[[Next|SuperStarP2c]]</div>
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I woke up in a bed I knew in memory only.
<div id="speakAX">“What happened?”</div>
Where was I? This wasn’t my room, yet I had memories of it. I stood up, and my eyes instantly caught sight of the shape of my bust beneath a fashionable top. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I saw that I wasn’t myself.
<div id="speakAX">“I’m… Alexis?”</div>
Who was that? And why did I have her memories? I tried to think back, but there was a hole in my memory. The last thing I remember was going to bed after speaking with Evan. I was going to take the day off school to help him search for a new star for our movie. Why had I then woken up in Alexis’s bed, in Alexis’s body, with Alexis’s memories?
<div id="speakAX">“Shit. The App.”</div>
I searched the room frantically for my phone, but found only Alexis’s. Putting everything I knew together, I had to guess that my memory had been erased… or altered. With the Reborn app anything was possible.
<div id="speakAX">“I should get dressed… but I need to shower first.”</div>
It wasn’t until I was in the bathroom with warm water running over my body that I realised I’d just auto-piloted myself into the shower. I was Joe, not Alexis, but her personality and her habits had replaced my own.
<div id="speakAX">“It wasn’t just her body I took…”</div>
Why? I tried hard to remember, but it felt like there was a wall blockading my thoughts. Suddenly there was a banging on the door.
“Hurry up Alexis, other people need to shower!”
That was the voice of my brother Paul. I mean, Alexis brother Paul.
<div id="speakAX">“Fuck off little shit.”</div>
My voice turned harsh as her personality took over. I felt conflict between the part of me that was Joe, and the part of me that was Alexis.
“Fine, I’m going to piss in the sink!”
Despite the harsh words being exchanged, we didn’t hate each other. I wasn’t angry at him, in fact I was smiling. This was how members of Alexis family expressed their love for each other. Alexis was twenty years old, and her brother Paul was the youngest of her siblings and the only one younger than her. He was seventeen. Everyone in the family was now old enough to work, and everyone in the family worked brining in a lot of extra income.
<div id="speakAX">“Oh shit, work.”</div>
Alexis also had work today. I quickly got out of the shower and returned to her room. I reached for her work uniform, then stopped myself. I wasn’t her. Her work was hardly more important than me getting my body back. Why was I so conflicted? The part of me that was Joe, and the part of me that was Alexis. I felt like they were fighting for control. Something was wrong. The two people in my head were trying to push each other out.
<div id="speakAX">"I'm Joe, not Alexis. I'm Joe, not Alexis..."</div>
I began chanting, trying to stay in control.
<div id="speakAX">"I'm Alexis, not Jo...I mean Alexis. I'm...!"</div>
<div id="choice">[[Alexis!|Go to work]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Joe!|Search for the Reborn App]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“Give this idiot a chance and go along with his request.”</div>
I ordered. Thanks to my order she then joined us at our table.
<div id="speakAX">“Hi, I’m Alexis.”</div>
She greeted us with a smoothing voice.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m Joe. So what has the director said to you?”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“Well he says you need me to star in a movie.”</div>
Star? That was hardly it. Well for the sake getting through this day I nodded my head and agreed. Evan explained to Alexis what he wanted her to do, and I made sure he wasn’t bullshitting with crap that was impossible. I had to correct him several times.
Eventually we got started. Evan came up with the idea of starting the movie by getting a closeup of her wet body. He had her jump into a pool, then lay on a sunbed as he slowly moved the camera across her body. He continued making whimsical requests, and I on several occasions was forced to use the app to either make June okay with it, or make Evan see reason and retract it.
After too long we got the scenes we wanted to film filmed. I released Alexis from the commands I’d given her and thanked her for her assistance. I was done, but Evan wasn’t. He tried, and failed horribly, to get her to go out for drinks with him. After that he requested I send him the raw footage of what we’d filmed today. We’d shot more than we needed, but less than we could actually use. Making a movie out of this required a touch of genius. I worked right up to the deadline, barely getting the video rendered in time for submission. Now I could only sit back and await the results.
<div id="choice">[[The Film Festival|FilmEvan]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2FriCity.png">
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With a single use of the body swap feature we exchanged places. It was dizzying feeling as my soul was pulled from my body and placed in hers. Meanwhile her soul was placed inside my body. I took a moment to adjust, then Evan’s voice reached my ears.
<div id="speakEvan">“You’re beautiful, how would you like to star in a movie?”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“A movie? Oh I’d love that.”</div>
I’d practically had the app for two weeks now so I’d gotten pretty quick at using it and adapting to the changes.
<div id="speakEvan">“Excellent, why don’t you come to our table? I’m the director, Evan, and sitting over there is the producer, Joe.”</div>
Evan pointed to where my body was sitting. He looked confused. I’d only had time to issue a single order before swapping us; obey me. I returned to the table with Evan to give my first instruction.
<div id="speakAX">“Lend me your phone, I need to check something online.”</div>
I made up a simple excuse. It was my order that was important, and he had to obey it. The Reborn app was returned to my possession.
<div id="speakMC">“What…”</div>
She tried to speak, but I immediately silenced her.
<div id="speakAX">“Please be quiet. So Evan, tell me about the film.”</div>
Evan was so focused on me that he failed to pick up on ‘Joe’s’ irregular behaviour. He rushed through an explanation of what the film was about, getting numerous details wrong. Meanwhile I began stealing the memories and personality of the woman I was impersonating. So my new name was Alexis? Oh, and I had four siblings. Part-way through ‘Joe’ tried to make a run for it.
<div id="speakAX">“Please stay seated.”</div>
My command kept his ass on the chair. He couldn’t talk and had to stay seated. He knew it wasn’t of his own free will. Evan didn’t notice, he was entirely focused on me.
<div id="speakAX">“Could you buy me a drink?”</div>
I asked Evan, and he instantly agreed. The moment he was gone I targeted ‘Joe’ with the app. I’d taken his memories and personality, time to give something back. When Evan returned the fake me had in essence become the real me. Ask who he was he’d say my name, ask him where he lived he give my address. He believed that he was, and always had been, Joe. The only thing missing from his memories was all knowledge of the Reborn app. I obviously didn't want him knowing about that. With that all sorted it was time to get started.
The first scene Evan wanted as a close up shot of me lying almost naked on a beach lounger after just getting out of the water.
<div id="speakAX">“How does this fit into the movie?”</div>
I asked him.
<div id="speakEvan">“You don’t need to worry about that. Trust me, I have the perfect vision of this movie.” </div>
His response didn’t fill me with trust. A half hour train ride took us to the nearest beach to Redrock. Shit weather meant it was reasonably empty, but Evan refused to film unless there was sun light, so we got stuck waiting for the sun to peek out from behind the clouds. Once conditions had improved I quickly stripped down and lay on the sun lounger with only the lower half of my underwear on. To keep my clothes clean ‘Joe’ held on them while Evan operated the camera. My chest was partially hidden beneath me, but I still felt Evan’s uncomfortable gaze on my body. Suddenly I felt his hand on my skin.
<div id="speakAX">“Is there a reason you are touching me?”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“It’s part of my directorial vision.”</div>
Was that his excuse for everything? He seemed to think that because he was the director he could just do whatever he wanted. How did I land myself in this situation? I wish ‘Joe’ would step in to stop him. What was he doing anyway? I tried to turn my head to see where he was, but Evan immediately stopped me.
<div id="speakEvan">“Keep still. Keep your eyes shut and try to look relaxed.”</div>
I just wanted this over with. I ignored everything around me as Evan moved the camera up and down my body. How long did I need to sit here? The film was only 5 minutes in total, yet I felt like Evan had been filming just my body for much longer.
<div id="speakEvan">“Maybe a different pose? I think exposing your breasts would give the vibe I want. Maybe remove your underwear as well.”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“Are you shooting a porno?”</div>
I gave him a strong stare, heavily hinting to him with my eyes that he should back off.
<div id="speakEvan">“Listen, I’m the director so…”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“Fuck it.”</div>
I couldn’t take this crap anymore.
<div id="speakAX">“Give me my clothes.”</div>
I grabbed my clothing from ‘Joe’ and began putting them back on.
<div id="speakEvan">“Hey, what are you doing?”</div>
Evan demanded.
<div id="speakAX">“Leaving. I thought this would be fun, but you’re just using me for your own perverted gains. I want nothing to do with you Mr ‘Director’.”</div>
I’d fix this all with the Reborn app then finish the movie myself. Turning into Alexis was a mistake. Evan grabbed my arm, hoping to stop me forcefully, but with my other arm I grabbed his hand and dug my long nails into him.
<div id="speakEvan">“Ow!”</div>
Feeling the pain Evan let go of me.
<div id="speakEvan">“Joe, do something to stop her!”</div>
Evan cried out. I walked way, searching my pocket for my phone as I did so. Panic began to set in when I couldn’t find it.
<div id="speakMC">“Um… stop!”</div>
Joe ordered. I dug my feet dug into the sand.
<div id="speakMC">“Come back.”</div>
I turned around and began walking towards them. I saw with horror the hands of my former body. My phone, and given that I was no longer in control of my body, I knew what would be on the screen. He was using the app, but how? I erased his memory of it.
There was a look of disbelief in his eyes. The way he was looking at the phone suggested it was his first time seeing the app in action.
<div id="speakMC">“Um… Sit!”</div>
He ordered, and I obeyed. He was testing the poser. He had no memory of how it worked, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I understood too late the mistake I’d made. He didn’t have any knowledge of the app, but that was still in his mind his phone. He had found it while holding my clothes. He knew the passcode as well as I did, and instantly noticed the presence of an app icon he had no memory off.
<div id="speakMC">“Um… do as Evan says.”</div>
Fuck! Anything but that.
<div id="speakAX">“Joe, listen to me!”</div>
I had to stop him.
<div id="speakEvan">“You heard the producer, now be quiet and listen to me.”</div>
Evan instructed. The power of the app planted the command in my brain. I couldn’t make so much as a squeak, and my attention was focused on Evan. Even that idiot had begun to realise something wasn’t quite right.
<div id="speakEvan">“Hey Joe, did you do something to her?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Um… I think so… there is this weird app on my phone that…”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“Let me see.”</div>
Evan reached out, by the fake ‘Joe’ was smart enough to deny him the chance to take it.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey, don’t snatch things.”</div>
Evan wasn’t going to take no for an answer, well, not by his own free will. He tried again, and 'Joe' quickly used the app on him as well.
<div id="speakMC">“Evan, you will not touch my phone, nor make any attempt to do so!”</div>
Joe ordered, then to test the results he held my phone inches from Evan’s face.
<div id="speakEvan">“Never mind, I don’t want it.”</div>
He backed away, turning his attention back to me.
<div id="speakEvan">“You could do anything Joe, like you could make her have sex with us right here.”</div>
Those words horrified me. I was at the mercy of someone who believed they were me. Fortunately I wasn’t that kind of asshole.
<div id="speakMC">“This ‘Reborn App’ has a ton of other things it can do, want to help me test them?”</div>
<div id="speakEvan">“Alright, but what are we going to do about her?”</div>
Evan pointed at me. I watched as the fake ‘Joe’ targeted me with the app. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t warn him about what he was about to do and I couldn’t move from this seat. I flailed my arms, trying desperately for him to understand what was really going on, but the order still came.
<div id="speakMC">“Go home and forget all about us and what happened today.”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Next|FilmEvanA]]</div>
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<<set $sideimg = "Dianna1">>
A feeling rushed through my body, rearranging my cells and transforming me into the mirror image of the girl in front of me.
<div id="speakDianna">“Wow, that is so weird. Turn around.”</div>
I did as she asked.
<div id="speakDianna">“So that’s what the back of my head looks like.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Anything particular you want me to say to your parents?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Ask them for some cookies.”</div>
Simple enough. I left Dianna’s bedroom and used the walk to the kitchen to get used to my new sense of balance. It always took a moment to get used to being in a new body. I arrived in her kitchen just as her father finished loading the dishwasher. Meanwhile her mother was wiping down the table.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hey, can I get some cookies?”</div>
How did she usually address her parents?
“You know where they are."
Her father grunted a reply. His attention was now fixated on his phone.
I quickly scanned the kitchen for hints. Thankfully there was a tin clearly marked 'Cookies' on the counter. Easy, or so I thought. I forgot this was Dianna’s house, nothing was put away correctly. I discovered the tin was full of used batteries. Why? Just why?
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh right…”</div>
I tried to play it off as simple forgetfulness. Both her parents were now looking at me oddly. If I started checking every cupboard at random then they’d know something was up. Well this was Dianna’s dumb idea. She could deal with the consequences. I simply walked away before I did anything else that might arouse suspicion.
<div id="speakDianna">“How’d it go?”</div>
Dianna asked me upon my return.
<div id="speakDianna">“Failure. Your house is so disorganised.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Really? Seems normal to me.”</div>
What was her standard of normal? Storing your used batteries in a cookie tin on the kitchen counter was not normal.
<div id="speakDianna">“What now?”</div>
I asked her. I noticed she had started to stare my face. She was thinking about something.
<div id="speakDianna">“Hey. Have you ever… you know… kissed yourself?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Huh? No.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Really? You have never been tempted?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“No… you’re not…”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Maybe I am. Hold still for a second.”</div>
I knew what was coming, but had nowhere to run. Her face came in close, and I felt the soft feeling of her lips pressing against mine. Next she pushed her tongue inside, exploring my, or rather her own, mouth. Satisfied she pulled away licking her lips.
<div id="speakDianna">“Tasty.”</div>
She teased. I saw her eyes move towards, looking just below my waist. She smiled, then said,
<div id="speakDianna">“Maybe next time.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Can I turn back now?”</div>
I asked. Why I needed to ask was a mystery.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh yeah sure… or actually…”</div>
She had just had another idea.
<div id="speakDianna">“So you can make anyone become anyone right?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Basically.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“So, could you turn me into say… Red Spider from that superhero movie.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“No. She’s a fictional character. I could turn you into her actress, but I’d have to first find her actress and copy her.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh… well that sucks. I could have so much fun turning into any celebrity I wanted. Although, can’t you just copy her through the TV?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“No. It doesn’t work that way. I have to physically see them in person. The same rule applies to the person I'm transforming.”</div>
That wasn’t entirely correct, but I didn’t want to go into the logistics behind how the Reborn app operated.
<div id="speakDianna">“Well, considering how awesome that thing is already I am not complaining. So where can I get one?”</div>
The inevitable question.
<div id="speakDianna">“You can’t, or rather, I have no idea how you can. This power just appeared on my phone last Monday and…”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“You’ve had that power since last Monday? Wow you are great at keeping secrets. So what kind of stuff have you done with it?”</div>
So many questions.
<div id="speakDianna">“Before that, why am I still transformed as you? Can I turn back now?”</div>
I tried to distract her.
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh right that. Okay so here is my plan. I want to screw over my ex-boyfriend.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Easy. Want me to transform into him and urinate in a cop’s hat?”</div>
Dianna laughed.
<div id="speakDianna">“Great idea, but no. I don’t want him to be arrested. I just want his new girlfriend to know he is cheating scumbag. I have a plan. It’s Friday so I’m going clubbing later. Now my ex, who is a cheating scumbag, is trying to get back together with me, despite the fact he is currently still seeing the other girl! Did I mention he is a cheating scumbag?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Three times already.”</div>
Having two people speaking with the same voice was too confusing. I'm changing back to normal.
<div id="choice">[[Transform back to normal]]</div>
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My body returned to its natural form.
<div id="speakDianna">“Anyway my ex will probably show up. Someone keeps telling him when I go out. No idea who. Doesn’t really matter. Most of my party friends are bitches. I want you to use your power to transform into me. You are going to get together with my ex, and when you kiss him I’ll send his girlfriend the photo.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“That is the best idea I have ever heard... right until I transform into you, from that point it goes downhill.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Oh c’mon, haven’t you ever kissed a guy before? If you are comfortable with your sexuality, then there shouldn’t be a problem.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No. I have never kissed a guy. And I am perfectly comfortable with my sexuality.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Then it isn’t a problem.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“It is, because I don’t want to kiss your cheating ex. Why don’t you kiss him, and I take the photo?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“Because I don’t want to kiss him.”</div>
I wonder if she was aware of the words that came out of her mouth? I took a moment to think about the situation. Dianna wasn’t aware of just how amazing the app was. If she wanted revenge, then I could offer her some very creative ways to achieve it.
<div id="speakMC">“What is it exactly you want to do to your ex for cheating on you?”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“I want everyone to know he is scumbag.”</div>
Dianna didn’t seem too heartbroken about it. I’m guessing it wasn’t the most serious of relationships.
<div id="speakDianna">“But I also want him to see him squirm a little.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Okay.”</div>
Making everyone see him as a scumbag was easy. I could use the mass memory alteration to alter how people remember him. An idea on how to make him squirm began to form in my head.
<div id="speakMC">“How about this. You meet with him in a private room to talk to him, but every time he lies he gets smaller.”</div>
<div id="speakDianna">“You can do that?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Yes.”</div>
She leapt from the bed excited.
<div id="speakDianna">“That’s awesome. We are so doing that.”</div>
With that it was settled. We’d talked for so long that it was now time for us to think about getting ready to head out. We weren’t finishing the movie anymore. I submitted our original draft so our efforts wouldn’t go to waste. Using the app, I dressed myself up in appropriate clothing. Casual, but stylish.
<div id="choice">[[Next|Dianna4]]</div>
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Another three hours passed before someone finally came home. It was Sally. I saw that she was still dressed in her school uniform. I caught a glimpse of her face and saw it was burdened. She unlocked the door, and as she did so I locked onto her with the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“You will trust me, you will allow me into your home." </div>
I whispered. I then opened the door and called out to Sally as she rushed to get inside. Right before the door shut she saw me and stopped.
<div id="speakMC">“What’s up?”</div>
I asked her cheerfully.
<div id="speakSally">“Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Come on in.”</div>
My orders worked a treat and I stepped into her small apartment. Straight away I picked up on the scent of second hand smoke and alcohol. The source was the living room.
“Is that you Sally?”
I heard a male voice call out. I thought no-one had been home.
<div id="speakSally">“Yes, I have a friend. Please don’t bother us.”</div>
Sally opened the door to her room. She was trying to keep me clear of whoever was in the living room.
<div id="speakMC">“Who was that?”</div>
I asked her.
<div id="speakSally">“My brother. Ignore him.”</div>
Sally set down her bag on her bed. She emptied out not only her school books, but also a shirt. The shirt bore the logo of a nearby convenience store.
<div id="speakMC">“Were you working?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Don’t tell anyone!”</div>
So that was why she couldn’t stay for practice. Our school didn’t have any rules against part-time jobs, so why was she keeping it a secret?
<div id="speakMC">“I wasn’t planning on it. Are you just working to earn some extra money?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, promise me you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You can trust me to keep a secret.”</div>
Besides, I had the power to erase memories so if a secret did get out, I could easily silence it. Sally plugged her phone into a speaker stand, and the sound of modern pop music filled her room. She then sat down close to me and began speaking in a hushed voice.
<div id="speakSally">“You how sometimes life just shits on you? Like, things that shouldn’t be a problem become a problem, and you can’t do anything about it?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I’ve lived through it.”</div>
Her words brought back memories of the six months I spent living in this hellhole part of town.
<div id="speakSally">“My family is falling apart Joe. My brother keeps losing money, and my parents keep bailing him out. Our family got evicted from our home for failing to pay the mortgage, and my parents’ marriage is on the brink of collapse. I’m counting the days until I leave home and enrol in a college as far away as possible. That’s why I’m working, to save money for when I leave.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“You seem eager to go."</div>
I suggested. Suddenly anger welled up inside her.
<div id="speakSally">“I don’t have a fucking choice."</div>
She spat thos words.
<div id="speakSally">“I learnt long ago that fairy-tales are bullshit. There is no prince charming out there coming to save me from the wicked witch or the oppressive godmother. I know it sounds cruel, abandoning my family, but they have the power to save themselves but won’t! Why should I?”</div>
I saw tears in Sally’s eyes. She wasn’t taking this decision lightly despite her optimistic tone.
<div id="speakMC">“So, you are saying that all the problems in our live stem from your brother gambling loses?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“I never said it was gambling. He keeps throwing money at things, then taking out loans so he can throw even more money at them. Now he is in deep debt to some loan sharks.”</div>
So that was who those people from before were. No wonder he wasn’t answering the door to anyone.
<div id="speakMC">“Let me have a word with him."</div>
I offered. Whatever his problem was, the Reborn app could fix it. I had this power, might as well use it to do some good.
<div id="speakSally">“Don’t. He gets aggressive when you try to help him. It’s why my parents haven’t been able to stop him. It’s just easier to either give him what he wants or make him believe you don’t have it. He doesn’t know about my job. That why I hide my work uniform.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Trust me, I have my ways.”</div>
I got up, and thanks to my previous order she put her trust in me. I left her room and headed into the living room. Sitting watching the small TV was her brother. His clothing was thrown around the living room like it was his bedroom. Maybe this was his bedroom. These apartments didn’t have much space typically. I thought about trying to get friendly, but it would all just be a waste of time frankly.
<div id="speakMC">“Sit still and ignore that I’m here.”</div>
I ordered. He didn’t react. I took a seat on the floor since he was occupying the only sofa.
<div id="speakMC">“Now explain, why do you keep on wasting money?”</div>
"I’m not wasting money, I’m investing it. I’ll all come back around.”
<div id="speakMC">“Explain in detail exactly what it is you are doing?”</div>
And so, he began explaining it everything.
“I met this guy in the pub. He was rich, and told me all about these things I could do to become rich as well. He sold me some land on the cheap, said that in a year or two I’ll be getting lots of calls from people wanting to buy it to build houses. He also sold me some shares in a start-up company, said that when the company takes off my shares will be worth millions.”
He sounded smug. He honestly believed that the money he was investing now would come back around and he’d see a massive return. Under the right circumstances, and with the right guidance, it could happen. However, I knew this wasn’t one of those. I’d bet my balls that guy who he’d met in the pub was a conman. The land was probably a marsh in the ass end of nowhere, and the company Sally’s brother had invested in was probably owned by the man who’d suggested he invest in it.
<div id="speakMC">“Let me see the paperwork."</div>
He got up and fished out a bundle of pages. They weren’t even clipped together or in a folder. They were just lying in a pile, gathering dust, not value. A quick bit of research revealed the truth I already knew. The company in question was owned a group of individuals who not only owned a lot of other small start-ups, but even had online articles about them written by victims trying warning others about the scam they were pulling. As for the land, it was located on the side of a hill in the middle of a cluster of small granite mountains miles from anything. It was worthless, and would still be worthless a decade from now. I let out a long sigh. This guy had no idea what he was doing, yet firmly believed he was brilliant. How did I even begin helping this guy?
<div id="speakMC">“Tell me, can you introduce me to your friend from the pub?”</div>
“No. He was only in town a brief time. I don’t have his contact details.”
Of course, no conman stuck around in the same place for long or leave a trail for someone to track them. That money was gone. It wasn’t worth my time or effort attempting to retrieve it.
<div id="speakMC">“Here is what you are going to do. File all this away properly and stop making dumb business investments. Now tell me, who do you owe money to?”</div>
“My parents. My sister. A few friends. A loan company named Cash-Hand-Now.”
Cash-Hand-Now? Never heard of them. There were too many loan shark companies in this city. I could visit them later and have them erase this moron's debt. I spent five minutes ensuring that Sally’s brother would be a lot more careful with his money, and also get a job to start paying back the fuck ton of money he’d borrowed from his friends and family. If nobody would hire him, then I told him to join the military. They’d shape him up.
<div id="speakMC">“That was easy enough.”</div>
I said putting away the app. I got up and left the living room. Headed back to Sally’s room. I found her with her ear pressed up against the wall. Shit. She was listening.
<div id="speakMC">“How much did you hear?”</div>
I questioned her.
<div id="speakSally">“Nothing. I just thought there would be more shouting, but it sounded very calm.”</div>
She seemed like she was telling the truth, but I had my doubts.
<div id="speakMC">“Tell me, what did you hear?”</div>
I ordered with the app.
<div id="speakSally">“I heard you two talking, but I couldn’t make out most of what was said.”</div>
I see. I guess there was no need to erase her memory then.
<div id="speakMC">“Your brother won’t be causing anymore trouble for you and your parents.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“No offense, but I don’t believe you. He doesn’t listen to anyone.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I have a way with words. I can make anyone listen to me, whether they like it or not.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“What is that meant to mean?”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Play it off a joke]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Demonstrate the power of the app]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonCity.png">
<div id="speakMC">“I have what I believe they call it, ‘The Devil’s Tongue’.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“I have never heard anyone ever use that expression in my entire life. Don’t you mean smooth tongue?”</div>
And just like that I had sent the conversation down another road.
<div id="speakMC">“No. Devil’s Tongue, I swear its an expression.”</div>
I sounded silly, but it was distracting Sally from pressing any further into my powers.
<div id="speakMC">“Anyway, I should get going before your parents come back. I don’t want to force you to explain why there is a strange boy in your room.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“They’re at a marriage counselling thing, they’ll be back late, or if it actually worked, tomorrow morning. Tou’re right, it is getting late, I’ll see you tomorrow at school Joe.”</div>
I walked out hoping Sally wouldn’t think too much about it. Maybe she’d appreciate the miracle I’d performed and not worry about the finer details.
<div id="choice">[[Next|SallyF]]</div>
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<div id="speakMC">“It means, I have a unique power that I can use to make others obey me and act as I instruct them to, all without them even realising I’m doing it.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Oh? Go on then, make me do something I wouldn’t normally do.”</div>
She challenged. The logical part of her knew that such a power didn’t exist, but she wanted to see how I’d try to demonstrate that it did.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay. Sally, I order you to hop on the spot while singing your favourite nursey rhyme.”</div>
What followed was an amusing display as Sally hopped around proclaiming she was a little teapot. She realised very quickly it wasn’t by her own will that she was doing it, but couldn’t say anything as she was busy reciting a nursey rhyme. When she finally finished she regained control of her body and gave me a shocked expression.
<div id="speakSally">“I couldn’t stop myself… It was so weird… Joe what are you?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“What am I? I’m a human being, just one with a special power."</div>
<div id="speakSally">“The power to make others just obey you?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Well, that among other stuff.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Other stuff?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“A few party tricks, want to see?”</div>
My offer let her uncertain. There was a part of her, a part of all us really, that feared change, but there was also a part that wanted it.
<div id="speakSally">“Go for it.”</div>
She didn’t sound completely certain, but it was too late. She’d given me permission.
<div id="choice">[[One easy click I copied her body, and with another applied it to myself]]</div>
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After another day of school had finished I headed to the music room to see if the band was back together. When I arrived Kerry, Erika and Sally were all there practicing.
<div id="speakMC">“Afternoon everyone.”</div>
I greeted them. I received three lukewarm responses, then Sally got up and grabbed me by the arm.
<div id="speakSally">“I can speak with you outside a moment?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Sure.”</div>
We stepped outside into the relatively empty corridor.
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, I don’t know what you said to my brother, but thanks. This morning he said he was going to go out and find a job. Him, my useless brother, actually trying to find a job instead of making excuses. I my parents could hardly believe it. Well anyway, thanks.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No problem.”</div>
We returned to the room and resumed our practice. The situation with the band has improved tenfold. The main problem they faced still remained, they had a place to practice, but no place to play.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys, if I could find somewhere for you to perform would you be up for it?”</div>
I asked them. My question had not been expected. They seemed uncertain of how to respond, and after giving one another a confused glance, Erika spoke up.
<div id="speakErika">“Absolutely we would.”</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Great, how soon do you think you could get a few songs together? No point booking you a gig if you can’t play anything.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“We have a few songs we’ll be able to perform, we’ve practiced them enough, right guys?”</div>
Erika looked at her two bandmates.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hmm, well playing a song and playing it well are two different things Eriko, but if the audience wants us to play, we’ll play.”</div>
Kerry had mixed confidence.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll see what I can do for you guys, start preparing now, because as Sally knows, I’m great a getting results.”</div>
I left them with that closing statement as I left school to do some research.
<div id="choice">[[The Weekend|PlayNight0]]</div>
<i>*Note - For here it is presumed you've already helped Kerry and Yamato, if you haven't click below*</i>
<div id="choice">[[Yamato - Rhythm Guitar]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Kerry - Drums]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2School.png">
The first day of the weekend arrived. The past week had been very busy for me. I’d helped everyone overcome their problems and organised their first onstage performance outside the school. I’d have never been able to achieve these feats without the Reborn App. Erika and her band would gather today just after lunch and practice their hearts out for their performance that would begin at 8. Their first gig would be at one of Redrock’s many music venues as part of a six-band act. It was basically a showcase of young talent. Each band would play 3 songs, then tag out for the next group.
It wasn’t a competition, but it was common for talent scouts to infiltrate the crowd in search of unpolished diamonds. I had no idea if any such individuals would be in attendance. To Erika it didn’t matter. She was going to play her heart out, and if she could even the crowd roaring then the night would be a success no matter what happened after they left the stage.
With some help from the Reborn App, I’d been able to secure Erika use of the school’s music room even on a Saturday. I arrived an hour after practice short have started and grew worried when I didn’t hear any music being played.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello everyone.”</div>
I greeted the band. Everyone was here, and they were all doing the exact same thing. They were all sat around a table in the middle passing a bit of paper amongst themselves.
<div id="speakErika">“Joe, perfect, we need you to make a decision.”</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Sure, but first want to fill me in on what’s going on?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“What do you think we should wear?”</div>
This was why they hadn’t started yet?
<div id="speakMC">“Is it that important?”</div>
Surely their music was what mattered. I thought that Erika would agree with me there, and she did, but nobody else did.
<div id="speakMC">“That’s what I said.”</div>
Erika explained.
<div id="speakErika">“But…”</div>
“We won’t stand out!”
The other three shouted. I sighed. Alright, so this was how it was going to be.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay, everyone, hit me with your best idea and I’ll see what lands.”</div>
I was hit by a barrage of different ideas, and it became clear that there was no compromise with them. Their ideas had no common ground. After I picked someone it would be their show, and everyone else would need to take a back seat.
<div id="choice">[[Erika is right. Focus solely on the music]]</div>
<<if $BandS is "yes">><div id="choice">[[Sally’s idea of a ‘wild’ performance]]</div><<endif>>
<<if $BandY is "yes">><div id="choice">[[Yamato’s idea of being flashy]]</div><<endif>>
<<if $BandK is "yes">><div id="choice">[[Kerry’s idea of a girl only band]]</div><<endif>>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2MonCity.png">
I burst out laughing, unable to stop myself.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey!”</div>
Sally wasn’t amused.
<div id="speakMC">“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Yeah… but… a cat…”</div>
I laughed some more than pulled myself together.
<div id="speakMC">““Forget it, it was a stupid idea.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“It wasn’t stupid, I just didn’t expect it. Okay, a cat, I can make that happen.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Seriously?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Yeah. The app isn’t restricted to just humans, it can target animals as well. All I need is an actual cat to target.”</div>
I’d discovered a few interesting tricks while toying with the app over the weekend.
<div id="speakMC">“Really? Okay let’s try it.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Do you know where we can find a cat?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No…”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Not a worry. C’mon, lets go find one. Can’t be too hard.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">"Wait... like this?"</div>
<div id="speakSally">"Why not? It'll be fun to walk around in another person's body."</div>
We left her apartment optimistic about our chances of success. Seeing Sally walking around in my body made me cringe a little.
Unfortunately, nobody in this part of town owned a cat. Or rather it would be more accurate to say that the ruthless drivers in this part of town swiftly ended any cat that was allowed outside. After half an hour of fruitless searching we called it quits.
<div id="speakSally">“Come to my house afterschool tomorrow. My family has a cat we can copy.”</div>
I told Sally, and she agreed. After that I returned us to normal, then headed back home. It wasn’t until I arrived back that I remembered I was meant to be helping Erika get the band back together, not help Sally live out her cat fantasy.
<div id="choice">[[Next|SallyCatday]]</div>
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I put on my best poker face, refusing to let a single one of my facial muscles move. I had not been expecting that to be her request. I hadn’t tried using the app to turn myself into an animal. Now I was curious.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s kinda silly right? I mean, can the Reborn App even do that?”</div>
Sally joked, trying to pretend she hadn’t been serious. She was making a cute innocent expression... which really didn't suit my face.
<div id="speakSally">“The app isn’t restricted to just humans, it can target animals as well. All I need is an actual cat to target.”</div>
I’d discovered a few interesting tricks while toying with the app over the weekend.
<div id="speakMC">“Really? Okay let’s try it.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Do you know where we can find a cat?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No…”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Not a worry. C’mon, lets go find one. Can’t be too hard.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">"Wait... like this?"</div>
<div id="speakSally">"Why not? It'll be fun to walk around in another person's body."</div>
We left her apartment optimistic about our chances of success. Seeing Sally walking around in my body made me cringe a little.
Unfortunately, nobody in this part of town owned a cat. Or rather it would be more accurate to say that the ruthless drivers in this part of town swiftly ended any cat that was allowed outside. After half an hour of fruitless searching we called it quits.
<div id="speakSally">“Come to my house afterschool tomorrow. My family has a cat we can copy.”</div>
I told Sally, and she agreed. After that I returned us to normal, then headed back home. It wasn’t until I arrived back that I remembered I was meant to be helping Erika get the band back together, not help Sally live out her cat fantasy.
<div id="choice">[[Next|SallyCatday]]</div>
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<<set $sideimg = "Sally1">>
She blinked in disbelief as I turned into her exact twin. My body was now a perfect copy of hers. Her face, her voice, her height and her weight. Even identical twins couldn't match this.
<div id="speakSally">“Ta-da!”</div>
I said my with my new tongue.
<div id="speakSally">“You can turn into me?!?”</div>
She was shocked by what she had just witnessed.
<div id="speakSally">“I can turn into anyone, and that’s not all.”</div>
I targeted her again, and this time I transformed her into me.
<div id="speakSally">“I can turn anyone, into anyone.”</div>
She spun around, looking at her hands, then her feet, then at her face. She pitched herself several times as she looked at her reflection. With one final sharp pinch she accepted that this wasn’t a dream, it was real.
<div id="speakMC">“How did you do that?”</div>
She excitedly ran over to me.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m you, and you’re me. That’s crazy!”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“I used an app on my phone to…”</div>
She suddenly snatched it from my hands, turning her back to me as she examined the what was on the screen.
<div id="speakMC">“Reborn App?”</div>
She read the title. Just as I was about to try and grab it back from her she handed it back to me.
<div id="speakMC">“A magical smartphone app. I’ve heard stories but didn’t think they actually existed.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“You’ve heard stories?”</div>
Was it possible she knew of other people who had this app?
<div id="speakMC">“There’s a website I visited which has stories about magical phone apps. One is about an app that lets you insert your soul inside another person’s body, allowing you possess them while your own body acts sort of an auto-pilot.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Oh. It was just fiction? Sadly the Reborn App doesn’t have something so convenient.”</div>
Not to say I couldn’t achieve a similar result using all the app’s functions.
<div id="speakMC">“Why don’t we have some fun with it?”</div>
Sally suggested. I was on board.
<div id="speakSally">“What do you have in mind?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“There is something I’ve always fantasized about, but… okay promise you won’t laugh.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“I’ll do my upmost best to not laugh.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“That isn’t a promise.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Okay, I promise I won’t laugh.”</div>
It couldn’t be that weird anyway. I’d already done several things with the app I’d never tell anyone about.
<div id="speakMC">“I want to be a cat.”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Laugh]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don’t Laugh]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueSchool.png">
<<set $sideimg = "Joe1">>
I had to endure another day of school. Once it had finished I headed to the music room to see if the band was back together. When I arrived Kerry, Erika and Sally were all there practicing.
<div id="speakMC">“Afternoon everyone.”</div>
I greeted them. I received three lukewarm responses, then Sally got up and grabbed me by the arm.
<div id="speakSally">“I can speak with you outside a moment?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Sure.”</div>
We stepped outside into the relatively empty corridor.
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, what you did is amazing. This morning my brother said he was going to go out and find a job. Him, my useless brother, actually trying to find a job instead of making excuses. I my parents could hardly believe it. The Reborn App is amazing. Anyway, I’m not really feeling like practice today. I’m going to say I’m leaving early then…”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Not so fast.”</div>
I stopped her.
<div id="speakMC">“While I agreed to help you, it won’t come at the expense of the band. I want to see your band succeed. We’ll go back to mine after practice is over.”</div>
Sally wasn’t expecting me to shut her down like that. She was disappointed, but turned it around.
<div id="speakSally">“I see what you’re doing. Okay, after practice it is.”</div>
'I see what you're doing'? I think she was drawing a conclusion that didn’t exist. We returned to the room and practiced resumed. The situation with the band has improved tenfold. Erika and Sally seemed more enthusiastic than they had been before. Yamato said he’d be practicing at home though, so no sign of him today.
The main problem they faced still remained, they had a place to practice, but no place to play.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys, if I could find somewhere for you to perform would you be up for it?”</div>
I asked them. My question had not been expected. They seemed uncertain of how to respond, and after giving one another a confused glance, Erika spoke up.
<div id="speakErika">“Absolutely we would."</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Great, how soon do you think you could get a few songs together? No point booking you a gig if you can’t play anything.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“We have a few songs we’ll be able to perform, we’ve practiced them enough, right guys?”</div>
Erika looked at her two bandmates.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hmm, well playing a song and playing it well are two different things Eriko, but if the audience wants us to play, we’ll play.”</div>
Kerry had mixed confidence.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll see what I can do for you guys, start preparing now, because as Sally knows, I’m great a getting results.”</div>
I winked at her. The others noticed and gave us a confused look. They sensed there was something we were keeping secret, but they had no idea how big of a secret it was.
<div id="choice">[[Next|SCD2]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png">
Later I was standing outside my house with Sally behind me. All my family was home, so I’d have to quickly explain to them why I was bringing at girl home… or order them to just ignore it. That was much easier. I entered before Sally, issued everyone an order, then told her to follow me inside. My family ignored Sally as we headed up to my room, but before that I quickly copied the image of the family cat resting on Hana’s lap. Now everything was ready. I closed the door to my room and aimed the app at Sally.
<div id="speakSally">“Hold on, let me take my clothes off.”</div>
She began undressing suddenly. I put the fact she was willing to undress in front of me down to the orders I’d given her yesterday. She was still under instruction to trust me.
<div id="speakMC">“Why are you undressing?”</div>
I asked her with curiosity.
<div id="speakSally">“When I turned into a cat won’t my clothes just fall on top of me?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“No. They transformed with you, or in this case, cease to exist.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“That’s amazing! Let’s start then.”</div>
She was clearly exited. There wasn’t a drop of nervousness of uncertainty in her. Since she was so eager I targeted her and applied to her the image of the family cat. With one press of the apply button Sally vanished, and a cat took her place. Immediately she meowed loudly. She sounded pretty excited. She began looking at her paws, then skirted around my floor. Her movements weren't very cat-like. If anything she moved like a cat with heavy boots strapped to its paws. After a few failed attempts at climbing she turned her head towards me and began meowing again. From the looks of it she was trying to tell me something.
<div id="speakMC">“Want me to turn you back?”</div>
I asked, and she shook her head. She resumed trying to move her new body in the same way an actual cat would do. She wasn’t having much luck. She’d try to climb my bed which any real cat could do without thinking about it. Sally on the other hand couldn’t figure out how to arch her body upwards, or get enough momentum to push her light body up.
<div id="speakMC">“Hold on.”</div>
I headed back downstairs, and targeted out cat once more, this time copying memories. Specifically, I wanted to give Sally the memories related to movement. With another press of the apply button Sally was able to understand how to move her body as naturally as a cat. She leapt onto my bed on her next attempt, manoeuvring her body in a way indistinguishable for a normal cat.
She meowed proudly, and while she did that I set about trying to work out a way to allow her to talk. With a bit of tinkering with a fusion of her human image and her cat image, I was able to create a body that was mostly still a cat, but had the voice box of a human. I applied it to her and waited for her to speak.
<div id="speakSally">“Meow me… ugh what happened?”</div>
Instead of meowing naturally, what came out sounded like an impersonation. Her follow up words had come out almost perfectly. The pitch was a little off, but it understandable and sounded like her.
<div id="speakMC">“Wow it worked.</div>
Sometimes I surprise myself.
<div id="speakMC">"How do you like being a cat?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“I can talk now? Wow, amazing!”</div>
She moved closer to me, placing her front paws on my thigh as she looked up at me. It was surreal to think that behind those feline eyes was the mind of a girl. She climbed up onto my lap then rolled over, presenting her underbelly for me.
<div id="speakSally">“Hey Joe, stroke me.”</div>
She requested. I nervously moved my hand, rubbing it across her soft stomach.
<div id="speakSally">“Oh my gosh, this is gooooood.”</div>
Her reaction to being petted made me wonder how ‘good’ it really felt. We was literally purring to my touch. Maybe I could turn myself into a cat and find out. I quickly shook my head. I was getting side tracked.
<div id="speakSally">“I could have so much fun as a talking cat.”</div>
Sally rolled off my lap and jumped back onto the floor. She then stopped moving, looking up at my door handle.
<div id="speakMC">“What’s wrong?”</div>
I probed.
<div id="speakSally">“I’m hungry.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Do you want me to get you some cat food?”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Gross. I’m not… I’m not that committed. Okay turn me back to normal.”</div>
I looked down at Sally. It suddenly occurred to me how utterly powerless she was right now. There was a dark temptation to keep her that way.
<div id="choice">[[Keep Sally as a cat]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Return Sally to normal]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png">
<div id="speakMC">“Not yet.”</div>
I told her.
<div id="speakSally">“You have something else planned?”</div>
She enquired, misunderstanding my intent.
<div id="speakMC">“No. I just like you like this.”</div>
I reached down and stroked her.
<div id="speakSally">“You have a weird expression, but I’ll trust you.”</div>
Of course she would, my order still stood.
<div id="speakMC">“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you some food? Maybe a fish?”</div>
I offered. She looked at me, considering my offer, and weighing her pride against her hunger.
<div id="speakSally">“No. I’m not a cat.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Are you sure? You look like a cat to me.”</div>
I teased her, while behind my back I fired up the poser and locked onto her.
<div id="speakMC">“Be more catlike, give into the needs of your body.”</div>
I whispered, my order planting itself in her brain.
<div id="speakSally">“Actually Joe, bring me some fish. I mean if you have some.”</div>
Of course, we had some. Chloe was currently on some fish related diet craze. The fridge was packed with seafood. I left the room, found a nice chunk of salmon, and came back to my room to the sound of scratching. Sharp claws were tearing into my wooden bedpost. Sally seemed amused.
<div id="speakMC">“Ahem.”</div>
I coughed, and she took one last scratch at my bed then stopped.
<div id="speakSally">“Did you bring my fish?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Yeah…”</div>
She had become suddenly very demanding. I set down a small plate with pieces of fish on it, and she began eating without any acknowledgement of the effort I’d put in. This was an odd shift in her personality, and it took me a moment to figure out what had caused it.
<div id="speakMC">“Be more catlike…”</div>
I repeated my own words. Of course, now it made sense why she was acting so arrogantly. My order must have affected her personality and behaviour.
<div id="speakMC">“Sally...”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Fuck off human, I’m eating.”</div>
Now I was beginning to get frustrated. I sat down on my bed and thought about the situation. Should I undo my last order? Probably best to let her finish eating first. I waited for her to finish, and it didn’t take her long.
<div id="speakMC">“Sally…”</div>
I began, but was interrupted.
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, open the door. I need to pee. Be grateful I’m asking first and not just pissing all over the floor. Forget it, I’ll just use the window.”</div>
Sally jumped onto my bed, then across to my window. It wasn’t open, but she used her paws to lift the catch then push it open enough to squeeze through.
<div id="speakMC">“Sally wait!”</div>
I tried to stop her, but she escaped my reach.
<div id="speakSally">“I’ll be back later, leave the window open.”</div>
And then she was gone, and I didn’t see her again until the next morning.
<div id="choice">[[Next|CatSally2]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png">
<<set $BandS = "yes">>
A moment was all I needed to bury the temptation. I returned Sally to normal and she stood back up on her human legs.
<div id="speakSally">“That was amazing. I’ve always wanted to do that.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Glad I could help. Anyway, I promised you guys I’d find you a venue for your music gig, and I intend to deliver on that.”</div>
Sally got the message. I had work to do.
<div id="speakSally">“Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything at the time, but I’ve noticed a change in Kerry and Yamato’s behaviour recently. Any way thanks for letting my fulfil a dream, I’m heading home.”</div>
Sally quickly departed leaving me to wonder about her friends.
Before the band could really progress, I’d need to help them out with their lives the same way I’d helped Sally with her brother.
<div id="choice">[[Good Thing I've Already Done That|PlayNight0]]</div>
<i>*Note - For here it is presumed you've already helped Kerry and Yamato, if you haven't click below*</i>
<div id="choice">[[Yamato - Rhythm Guitar]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Kerry - Drums]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedHome.png">
Sally returned through my window at around 5AM. I was awake, but had my eyes shut. When Sally launched from the window and landed on my stomach my eyes shot up.
<div id="speakMC">“Sally!”</div>
I hissed. She was already making herself comfortable, curling up on my waist.
<div id="speakSally">“I’m sleepy, keep still while I use you as a pillow.”</div>
I 'was' worried about her, but now I was just angry.
<div id="speakMC">“You know what, if you want to be a cat, then fine.”</div>
I didn’t think my actions through. I just grabbed my phone and went straight for the Reborn’s app final feature. Mass Memory Alteration. I pressed it, and let the world restructure itself under the belief that Sally was, and always had been, a cat.
<div id="speakSally">“Did you do something?”</div>
She looked at me, unsure what I’d just done.
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t worry about it.”</div>
I plugged my phone back into the charger, and then lay back down, trying to ignore the furball lying on top of me. A few hours later and it was time for school. I had enough charge to use the app to instantly get ready.
<div id="speakSally">“How… inconvenient. I don’t have to even change. I can go to school like this.”</div>
She intended to go to school as a cat? That was… actually going to be interesting. How would people react to her? I wanted to find out. That morning when I left the house I had Sally following behind me on all four of her legs. She followed me onto the bus, and even sat down next to me.
“Morning Sally, you get this bus now?”
A classmate of Sally’s moved opposite us. Sally looked completely bamboozled. I could see the cogs inside her head moving.
<div id="speakSally">“Just for today…”</div>
Sally’s reply was riddled with confusion. I bet she was thinking ‘how did she recognise me?’. Of course, they recognised her, she was after all, at least in memory, just her usual self. Sally knew I’d done something, but her friend had now engaged in a lengthy conversation with her, preventing her from speaking with me. I listened in, trying to pick up any interesting dialogue.
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without clothes on.”
Her friend said, shedding light that while in their memories Sally had always worn clothes, it wasn’t unnatural for her to not. As the bus progressed towards the school, and others began joining in the conversation, I picked up on a few key points.
Firstly, people knew Sally was a talking cat, but that was perfectly normal.
Secondly, Sally was expected to do homework despite not having the ability to hold a pen.
Thirdly, Sally was expected to act as a human would, but her feline behavioural tendencies were also considered normal.
Overall, the Mass Memory Alteration had been flawless. Sally was a cat, a bloody cat, but that was apparently normal. Not in general, talking cats were a thing of fantasy, unless you specifically called attention to Sally. In class Sally was expected to sit in her chair, and answer by raising a paw. When it came to taking notes it was acceptable for her to just fumble about with a pen. I’m not going to pretend it made any sense, but I was the only one in the world now who thought it didn’t.
During lunch I made the mistake of leaving myself open, and without anyone nearby to overhear us Sally made her move.
<div id="speakSally">“Joe you bastard!”</div>
She came sprinting down the corridor calling my name.
<div id="speakSally">“Why does everyone know I’m a cat?”</div>
She jumped at my leg, attempting to climb me but my trousers weren’t a cat friendly surface.
<div id="speakMC">“That’s a good question, and one I don’t fully understand.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Don’t bullshit me, I know this is all your doing! You’re the only person I know who has this power! Explain how you did this right now!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I can’t, because I don’t understand it myself. The app can alter the memories of everyone to suit your new form. Believe me, I didn’t expect it to be able to do what it did. Pretty impressive that it can though, right?"</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, turn me back to normal. Right. This. Instant.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Don’t you get it? This is normal now. You can live out your fantasy of being a cat, while still having your life as a human.”</div>
She gave my proposition some consideration, then came to a decision.
<div id="speakSally">“Joe, I’m not going to be the only talking animal in a school… no… a world full of humans.”</div>
I see, in other words I had two choices, turn her back to normal and pretend none of this never happened, or take my world altering mischief even further so that she wasn’t the ‘only’ talking animal.
<div id="choice">[[Alter the world even further]]</div>
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And so the day came when I finally dawned upon me, I’d turned my school in a Disney movie.
“Who can answer this equation?”
Asked the owl that used to be my chemistry teacher. He picked out a student at random, and a pangolin rolled up to the front of the of the room and began filling in what the owl had left out.
<div id="speakDave">“Equations like that drive me bananas.”</div>
Whispering to me was Dave, who I’d turned into a chimpanzee. Everyone in my school was now an animal, a task that had taken the better part of two months to achieve. I’d also stupidly ordered them all to make five animal related puns a day minimum, something I thought was a good idea but good old very fast. The only one who remembered my classmates as they were originally was myself and Sally.
Suddenly I heard a beep from my phone. Nobody was paying me attention, so I quickly took a peek. When I saw the notification my heart skipped a beat. The Reborn app had updated. It hadn’t done that in months. I couldn’t ignore this.
‘Bonus Update – Want to rid the world of humans, and turn everyone into an animal? Now you can with the brand new, fresh off the press, Mass Morph Function.’
<div id="speakMC">“The fuck…”</div>
I whispered. Was this for real? The Reborn App, or its creators must have been aware of what I was doing. A worrying thought, but at the same time they were clearly encouraging me. I’d already gone this, so without any further hesitation I used it... with that I became the last human on Earth as everyone else was transformed into the animal that suited them most.
~ End - Animal Planet ~
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<div id="speakMC">“I don’t know which idea is the right one, but I know which one is definitely not the wrong one.”</div>
I announced, then pointed my finger at Erika.
<div id="speakErika">“We can’t agree on our outfits, but we can agree on our music.”</div>
Erika explained. I had been about to say that myself.
<div id="speakYam">“How does this resolve anything. We still don’t know what to wear.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Wear whatever you want.”</div>
I told them.
<div id="speakMC">“Shoes, jeans and a clean top. Done. Let’s move on to practice.”</div>
There were a few attempts at arguing we should at least have some coordination, but I shut them all down. Tonight would be about our music and only our music. Visual concerns weren’t on the table.
I stayed a bit after, but it became clear I was distracting them from their practice. That made me a little worried about their performance later. I took the decision to leave and spend the day doing more productive tasks.
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<div id="speakSally">“We’ll use Joe’s amazing phone app to transform ourselves before we go onto stage.”</div>
I’d be angry at her for blurting that out, but everyone here already knew about the Reborn app.
<div id="speakSally">“I’m thinking animalistic ears, tails and maybe some thick fur. Our eyes could be changed as well. Oh and ripped clothing is a must.”</div>
I nodded, picturing her vision.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay, I’ll begin getting it ready. You all begin practicing.”</div>
To make Sally’s vision a reality I’d need to fuse each of them with an animal. Yamato and Kerry could be wolves, while Erika and Sally could be like cats. I knew that would suit Sally’s taste. Well the animals I’d need weren’t going to just be hanging around school. The band practiced hard while I left in search of the fusion materials I needed. I had a profile of each of them saved to my phone. I wouldn’t need to meet up with them again I was finished.
I took a trip to Redrock zoo, then a another trip to the fashionable part of town for clothing ideas. With the poser I took control of someone with an empty schedule to act as a model. In front of a wall of mirrors I transformed them over and over, working on getting the look just right.
Hours passed, and my phone battery became dangerously low. I freed my model and looked at the battery bar. I’d have enough power to transform the band, but nothing else. I didn’t have time to go home and charge it. In short, there wouldn’t be any assistance for the Reborn App’s other features tonight. Everything was up to the band.
<div id="choice">[[Later|GigSally]]</div>
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As I mulled over their proposals, my mind kept favouring Yamato’s. The music industry today was tough and competitive. You had to have something to stand out or you’d be forgotten. Flashing outfits that matched our music might be just the key. South-Korean bands loved to go overboard with their outfits, maybe it was time we brought that trend to the west.
<div id="speakMC">“Yamato. I’ve one question. How flashy?”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“As vibrant as you can make us. I’m thinking we each have our own colour, and…”</div>
I put my hand up to stop him. I knew what he wanted. I looked at the other four but my vision of what to do was clouded. I wasn’t a fashion designer... yet. I had the power to take traits and skills from other people.
<div id="speakMC">“You guys practice, then meet me later at the venue. Dress however you want, because I’ll have something special prepared for you when step out onto the stage."</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“You plan to make us all brand-new outfits by tonight?”</div>
Kerry enquired. He knew that making clothes from scratch took time.
<div id="speakMC">“I don’t plan, I do. Don’t forgot, I’m the guy who can make anything possible.”</div>
I tooted my own horn a little.
<div id="speakYam">“Looking forward to it Joe.”</div>
With their argument sorted, they gave their full attention to their practice. Meanwhile I hit the town, using the Reborn app to enlist the help of Redrock’s most fashionable minds. There was also the task of making the outfits, so I ‘enlisted’ some help from Redrock university. With a group of final year fashion students working the sewing machines, plenty of materials to work with, and a huge workshop to utilize, getting those outfits ready by tonight would be a piece of cake.
<div id="choice">[[Later|YamGig]]</div>
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Kerry’s idea had been shot down by everyone but me at this point. He’d tried playing it off as a joke to save face, but I could tell what he really wanted.
<div id="speakMC">“Kerry, you suggested a girl only band? Elaborate.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Well, right now I can’t think of any girl band that performs real music. I mean these days the girl bands are all half-naked performers mouthing the words to pop songs they recorded in a studio.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“Ahem to that.”</div> Erika added. If she was agreeing with it then it must be true.
<div id="speakKerry">“I want to change that. I want to li…”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Kerry.”</div>
Sally suddenly interrupted.
<div id="speakSally">“Are you by any chance a fan of the Spice Girls?”</div>
Those words changed the atmosphere in the room. Kerry went silent, while Sally continued looking at him suspiciously.
<div id="speakKerry">“I…”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“Well object to Kerry’s idea.”</div>
Sally declared.
<div id="speakErika">“I don’t. I want to change what people think off when they think of girl bands. The image that female musicians get associated with is causing nothing but harm. When people hear the word ‘girl band’, they shouldn’t immediately think young, half-naked girls, with more money than sense.”</div>
Erika’s resolve didn’t give the others much room to counter-attack.
<div id="speakKerry">"Eriko..."</div>
<div id="speakYam">“When you put it that way, I can’t say no.”</div>
Sally surrendered.
<div id="speakYam">“Don’t I get a say in this? I mean for this to work I’d have to become a girl.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“And what’s wrong with that?”</div>
Sally swiftly cornered him. Yamato scrambled to think of a way to get out of this without sounding sexist. Ultimately, he failed to find a safe path.
<div id="speakYam">“I… well… um… I’m not very girly?”</div>
The fact he phrased that as a question showed he had little faith his excuse would work, and it didn’t.
<div id="speakKerry">“Joe can fix that, right?”</div>
Sally was suddenly very onboard with this idea.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh yeah. How girly you want Yamato? Like schoolgirl girly? Or what about…”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Alright I get it. I’ll become a girl.”</div>
Well, that went easier than expected. Well no point delaying it. I targeted Yamato and Kerry, and initiated a gender swap.
<div id="speakSally">“Not so fast!”</div>
Sally stopped me.
<div id="speakSally">“You too Joe!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
Well whatever. I wasn’t against the idea. I included myself in the targeting and imitated the change.
<div id="greenchoice">[[Girl Power|KerryGig1]]</div>
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After another day of school had finished I headed to the music room to see if the band was back together. When I arrived Erika, Yamato and Sally were all there practicing.
<div id="speakMC">“Afternoon everyone.”</div>
I greeted them. I received three lukewarm responses. Kerry wasn't here. That was concerning. The issue with Cecellia should be resolved now. I was concerned, but my concerns were put to rest when Kerry showed up.
<div id="speakKerry">“Sorry I'm late everyone.”</div>
Looks like there weren't any problems. The situation with the band has improved tenfold. The main problem they faced still remained, they had a place to practice, but no place to play.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys, if I could find somewhere for you to perform would you be up for it?”</div>
I asked them. My question had not been expected. They seemed uncertain of how to respond, and after giving one another a confused glance, Erika spoke up.
<div id="speakErika">“Absolutely we would.”</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Great, how soon do you think you could get a few songs together? No point booking you a gig if you can’t play anything.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“We have a few songs we’ll be able to perform, we’ve practiced them enough, right guys?”</div>
Erika looked at her three bandmates.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hmm, well playing a song and playing it well are two different things Eriko, but if the audience wants us to play, we’ll play.”</div>
Kerry had mixed confidence.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll see what I can do for you guys, start preparing now, because as Yamato knows, I’m great a getting results.”</div>
I left them with that closing statement as I left school to do some research.
<div id="choice">[[The Weekend|PlayNight0]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2School.png">
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After another day of school had finished I headed to the music room to see if the band was back together. When I arrived Kerry, Erika and Sally were all there practicing.
<div id="speakMC">“Afternoon everyone.”</div>
I greeted them. I received three lukewarm responses. I was about to ask where Yamato was, but the door opened behind me as the man himself arrived.
<div id="speakYam">“Hey everyone!"</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Hey Yamato.”</div>
Now everyone was here. The situation with the band has improved tenfold. The main problem they faced still remained, they had a place to practice, but no place to play.
<div id="speakMC">“Hey guys, if I could find somewhere for you to perform would you be up for it?”</div>
I asked them. My question had not been expected. They seemed uncertain of how to respond, and after giving one another a confused glance, Erika spoke up.
<div id="speakErika">“Absolutely we would.”</div>
Erika declared.
<div id="speakMC">“Great, how soon do you think you could get a few songs together? No point booking you a gig if you can’t play anything.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“We have a few songs we’ll be able to perform, we’ve practiced them enough, right guys?”</div>
Erika looked at her three bandmates.
<div id="speakKerry">“Hmm, well playing a song and playing it well are two different things Eriko, but if the audience wants us to play, we’ll play.”</div>
Kerry had mixed confidence.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll see what I can do for you guys, start preparing now, because as Yamato knows, I’m great a getting results.”</div>
I left them with that closing statement as I left school to do some research.
<div id="choice">[[The Weekend|PlayNight0]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2UnderRock.png">
I was the first to arrive at a music venue named ‘Under The Rock’. The doors hadn’t opened to the public yet. I was allowed in as I’d already visited them before to arrange for the band to perform here. I handled the paperwork, spoke with the manager a bit and inspected the stage. Everything was in order.
The band arrived as a group of four. Everyone bar Kerry was carrying their instrument. Kerry would be using the drum kit that was already here. They were all wearing causal clothing, sticking with suggestion of jeans and a simple top. Sally had gone for something a little stylish, but it was still pretty plain. Kerry was the plainest of all, wearing a pure white t-shirt.
Time was short. They were the first act to perform. They quickly began uncasing their equipment and testing it. Other bands arrived to do the same. Some had a theme to their appearance, others like us didn’t.
“Excuse me.”
A young stage assistant holding a clipboard sought my attention.
“Sorry to bother you, but I need your band name.”
A band name? I don’t think we had one.
<div id="speakMC">“Give me a second.”</div>
I pulled the group into a huddle.
<div id="speakMC">“Guys we need a band name.”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“Do we have one?”</div>
Kerry asked.
<div id="speakSally">“No. We never needed one.”</div>
Sally added.
<div id="speakYam">“Most people just referred us as ‘Erika’s Band’.”</div>
Yamato explained.
<div id="speakSally">“Then let’s just use that.”</div>
Sally suggested, and received a nod from the two boys.
<div id="speakErika">“Wait. I don’t own the band.”</div>
Erika was the only one to object.
<div id="speakYam">“We’ll sort it out properly some other time. You are the one who suggested we keep it simple and pure tonight, so Erika’s band is perfect.”</div>
Yamato’s reasoning was sound. Without giving Erika a chance to stop me I returned to the assistant.
<div id="speakMC">“We’re just ‘Erika’s Band’.”</div>
I declared.
“Oh… well okay.”
Band name sorted, now it was time for the performance. Erika’s Band stepped out onto the stage. There was maybe around a hundred people in the audience, most of them clustering around the bar looking to get drunk before the night was over. Most stayed by the bar, not giving Erika’s Band much notice. As the first act the crowd would be cold to start with, but from the moment Erika hit the first note they began to warm. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to experience how good the band was. I’d spent so much time running about helping them and getting things organised that I’d yet to hear them play a full song.
That was now going to change. For me, and for the crowd. The energy that Erika and the others had was soon flowing through us. We moved our bodies as Erika’s vocals mixed perfectly with Yamato’s rhythm. Kerry’s beats harmonized with Sally’s bass. The band’s individual instruments came together as one flawless piece. The crowd loved it. I loved it. And most of all, the band loved it. Their first song came to an end, and you’d be mistaken for thinking they’d opened with their strongest hand. Erika wasn’t that kind of leader. She was keep the best of last, and by the end of their third song they’d already increased their fan count by over a hundred, myself included.
In the end, it was exactly what Erika wanted. An honest performance. People cheered as they took in the music. They were enjoying it. The music was good… but it wasn’t memorable. At the end of their short performance they returned backstage feeling like they had taken only a small step towards their goal.
<div id="speakMC">“I’ll organise you another gig.”</div>
I offered, but to my surprise Erika turned me down.
<div id="speakErika">“No. I appreciate every you’ve done, but I think for here we should handle this ourselves.”</div>
She expected me to be okay with that, and I may have been, had the other not intervened.
<div id="speakSally">“Erika! Stop being selfish.”</div>
Sally snapped, and Yamato and Kerry nodded. Erika was shocked by those words and the tone they had been used in.
<div id="speakErika">“I’m not…”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“You are.”</div>
<div id="speakYam">“Yeah. You’re afraid to leave your comfort zone. Well we aren’t. We want Joe to help us, to drag us forward, to throw us into new challenges. When opportunity knocks you have to answer the door. It doesn’t just let itself in, make you food and tuck you in at night.”</div>
I was following Yamato until that last part. His meaning got across. Erika was afraid, she wanted to take things slow, but the others were done waiting.
Sally was the first to put her hand forward, and Yamato, followed by Kerry, placed their hands on top of hers. I smiled, stepping forward and adding my hand to the pile.
<div id="speakMC">“So, Erika, you in, or do I need to clone you?”</div>
I joked. I saw a tear come to her eye as she realized something importance.
<div id="speakErika">“That won’t be necessary.”</div>
She placed her hand on top of ours, and together we took the next step towards the future.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|GigErikaEnd]]</div>
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Amongst a sparse crowd I listened to Erika’s Band’s music as played onstage. The people around me were either all fans, or just didn’t want to get involved with the massive crowd at the mainstage of this music festival. Sadly, Erika wouldn’t be given a chance to play at the mainstage. Honestly, we were lucky we’d been able to even come to this festival as performers.
Our pure approach just wasn’t marketable. No major record companies wanted involved with us, and thus we never received the same publicity that the bigger groups at this festival did. When they played it was to crowds of hundreds, not tens of thousands. We weren’t rich and living the Rock & Roll life-style, but money and success weren’t the reason why Erika picked up the guitar each day. To her, it was all about performing, all about celebrating her love for music.
<div id="speakErika">“Thank-you everyone!”</div>
Erika called out at us.
<div id="speakErika">“We’ve got time for one more song, so let’s end with my personal favourite!”</div>
Erika had matured. She’d gained what she’d lacked before, and her bandmates were happy to follow her on this journey of playing music they loved instead of music other people loved. Sure we weren’t rich and famous, and sure it was hard and stressful at times, but none of us regretted walking done a path that felt true.
I rarely used Reborn App these days, and honestly, I didn’t need it. I had my fun and had discovered a world previously closed off from me, but I was done with that now. I guess you could say I’d grown with Erika and was happy to accept a humble life supporting the people whose music was now an inspiration for me.
~ End – Erika’s Band ~
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Rain was falling, turning the ground around the stage to a muddy marsh, but the crowd that had gathered didn’t give a shit. In fact, the types of people who listened to our music, and had bought a ticket to our outdoor concert, loved these conditions. They were banging their heads, spraying water all around them like wet dogs.
Living up to our name, we played no matter the condition. Rain, wind or sun. Our music just didn’t have a look, it had a personality. Using the Mass Memory Alteration I’d made the changes to everyone’s appearance permanent. Nobody questioned the groups animalistic ears or sharper canine teeth. The roles of everyone in the band had also changed as the music they played shifted to heavy metal. Sally and Yamato were now at the forefront and doing most of the lyrics. With the Reborn App I’d adjusted their vocal cords to be able to endure what was required for them to sing heavy metal for hours on end.
I was still the band’s manager and watched their performance from the side of the stage. I had no desire to be pulled into the mosh pits that regularly formed during their performances. With a final heavy strum Erika brought their final song to an end.
<div id="speakSally">“Good fucking night everyone!”</div>
Sally screamed into her microphone. The band turned their bands on the stage and walked off, leaving the clean-up crew a hefty task. Just like that their performance was over, but for us the night was far from done. A cooler filled with alcohol waited us back in our trailer. They were rock stars living the rock stay lifestyle. We had one of the world’s leading record companies watching our back so could get away with all kinds of inappropriate drunken behaviour. It was chaotic sometimes, but we’d never felt freer. We had so much freedom that sometimes we really felt like wild animals, and that was a life I could get used to.
~ End – Wild’s Soul ~
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I was the first to arrive at a music venue named ‘Under The Rock’. The doors hadn’t opened to the public yet. I was allowed in as I’d already visited them before to arrange for the band to perform here. I handled the paperwork, spoke with the manager a bit and inspected the stage. Everything was in order.
The band arrived as a group of four. Everyone bar Kerry was carrying their instrument. Kerry would be using the drum kit that was already here.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay everyone, into the dressing room!”</div>
I told them once they had set down their equipment. Time was short. They were the first act to perform. The five of us moved into a cramped shared dressing space. This venue had spacing issues, but as our first gig we couldn’t complain. One by one I selected them, and one by one I applied the changes I’d made to their image.
Ears grew from hairlines, tails sprouted from rears, eyes changed and canine teeth became slightly larger. If I had one word to describe how each of them looked now it would be ‘feral’.
<div id="speakYam">“Wow!”</div>
Yamato exclaimed, showing the most excitement.
<div id="speakYam">“My hands! My hair!”</div>
I’d made him a lot hairier like a teenager undergoing the first stage of a transformation into a werewolf.
<div id="speakYam">“I look wild!”</div>
<div id="speakKerry">“I’m not a fan…”</div>
Kerry wasn’t so enthusiastic.
<div id="speakKerry">“But I’ll admit Joe, you did a good job.”</div>
<div id="speakErika">“Why am I a lion?”</div>
Erika questioned. She’d noticed that her tail was very distinctly the kind that a lion had. I’d also altered her outfit to create a kind of ‘rebel king’ look.
<div id="speakSally">“You’re the leader of our pride Erika.”</div>
Sally pounced on her, reflecting the panther I’d merged her with.
<div id="speakSally">“Sorry, that was a crummy line, but isn’t this awesome?”</div>
Without question, Sally was the most into this. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, becoming more excited every second.
<div id="speakSally">"Alright! Let’s get out them and rock them. I feel like I could perform in front of a stadium of millions right now!”</div>
Sally’s energy rubbed off on the others, not that Yamato needed it, he was just as pumped as she was. We left the changing room, and our aura was felt. We changed the atmosphere of the backstage room. We looked like we were veterans of the stage, and right now, we felt like it. Nobody would have guessed this was our first gig. While the band prepped their instruments I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me.”
A young stage assistant holding a clipboard sought my attention.
“Sorry to bother you, but I need your band name.”
A band name? I don’t think we had one. The others were busy, so the decision fell upon my shoulders. I looked at them, and came up with a name.
<div id="speakMC">“Wild Souls.”</div>
“Already taken I'm afraid.”
<div id="speakMC">“Balls… Wild’s Soul?”</div>
“Okay.”
Problem solved. Now it was time for the rest of the world to learn that name. The band stepped out on the stage to a warm applause. There was maybe around a hundred people in the audience, most of them clustering around the bar looking to get drunk before the night was over. As the first act the crowd would be cold to start with, but from the moment Erika hit the first note they began to warm. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to experience how good the band was. I’d spent so much time running about helping them and getting things organised that I’d yet to hear them play a full song.
That was now going to change. For me, and for the crowd. The energy that Erika and the others had was soon flowing through us. We moved our bodies as Erika’s vocals mixed perfectly with Yamato’s rhythm. Kerry’s beats harmonized with Sally’s bass. The band’s individual instruments came together as one flawless piece. The crowd loved it. I loved it. And most of all, the band loved it. Their first song came to an end, and you’d be mistaken for thinking they’d opened with their strongest hand. Erika wasn’t that kind of leader. She was keeping the best of last, and by the end of their third song they’d already increased their fan count by over a hundred, myself included.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|GigSallyEnd]]</div>
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I was the first to arrive at a music venue named ‘Under The Red’. The doors hadn’t opened to the public yet. I was allowed in as I’d already visited them before to arrange for the band to perform here. I handled the paperwork, spoke with the manager a bit and inspected the stage. Everything was in order. I wasn’t carrying any bags. All the outfits were now stored in my phone. Oh the convenience of modern technology.
The band arrived as a group of four. Everyone bar Kerry was carrying their instrument. Kerry would be using the drum kit that was already here.
<div id="speakMC">“Okay everyone, into the dressing room!”</div>
I told them once they had set down their equipment. Time was short. They were the first act to perform. The five of us moved into a cramped shared dressing space. This venue had spacing issues, but as our first gig we couldn’t complain. One by one I selected them, and one by one I applied the changes I’d made to their image. Casual clothing was rewoven, turning mass produced factory products, to handcrafted masterpieces. I’d also taken the liberty of restyling their hairs, and applying some light makeup to balance out their colours.
<div id="speakYam">“Wow!”</div>
Yamato was the first I transformed, and he liked what he saw. His clothing now only had three colours. Black, white and a light blue.
<div id="speakYam">“Perfect!”</div>
He loved it. Next up was Sally. Her outfit matched Yamato’s, but with a pinkish tone. For Erika it was an orange tone, and green for Kerry.
<div id="speakSally">“I wasn’t onboard before, but I like what I’m seeing.”</div>
Sally was smiling. A new outfit was always a good way to please a girl… or maybe not. Erika didn’t share her enthusiasm.
<div id="speakErika">“It just feels… fake. You know? I want my music to standout, not my outfit.”</div>
I reach out and put my hand on her shoulder.
<div id="speakMC">“I understand, but you have to understand where you stand. We need people to give us a chance, or they’ll never give us a second look. The artists you admire for having honest music also all have stories that got them noticed. We don’t have a story, but we do have this.”</div>
I removed my hand.
<div id="speakErika">“Okay. I’m still not sure, but I’m not the only one in this band.”</div>
<div id="speakSally">“That’s the spirit.”</div>
Sally added. Outfits ready. Instruments tested. It was time for their first performance.
We left the changing room, and all eyes turned to look at us. The audience would remember us tonight regardless of how well we played. I unfortunately couldn’t join them on the stage, but that didn’t mean my role was over.
“Excuse me.”
A young stage assistant holding a clipboard sought my attention.
“Sorry to bother you, but I need your band name.”
A band name? I don’t think we had one. The others were busy, so the decision fell upon my shoulders. I looked at them, and came up with a name.
<div id="speakMC">“Prism Flyx.”</div>
Prism. A word that made you think of light being split up. Flux. A word that represented change. It was prefect for them.
“Prism Flyx, with a Y. Okay.”
Problem solved. Now it was time for the rest of the world to learn that name. The band stepped out on the stage to a delayed applause. The crowd wasn’t expecting something so dazzling. Some laughed, but that just fuelled the bands determination.
There was maybe around a hundred people in the audience, most of them clustering around the bar looking to get drunk before the night was over. As the first act the crowd would be cold to start with, but from the moment Erika hit the first note they began to warm. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to experience how good the band was. I’d spent so much time running about helping them and getting things organised that I’d yet to hear them play a full song.
That was now going to change. For me, and for the crowd. The energy that Erika and the others had was soon flowing through us. We moved our bodies as Erika’s vocals mixed perfectly with Yamato’s rhythm. Kerry’s beats harmonized with Sally’s bass. The band’s individual instruments came together as one flawless piece. The crowd loved it. I loved it. And most of all, the band loved it. Their first song came to an end, and you’d be mistaken for thinking they’d opened with their strongest hand. Erika wasn’t that kind of leader. She was keep the best of last, and by the end of their third song they’d already increased their fan count by over a hundred, myself included.
Yet, despite it all, something felt off. Their music didn’t line up with their outfits too well. It was a bit of a clash, and I knew that either the type of music, or their outfits would have to change. I wasn’t going to back down on their outfits. I’d need to discuss some new songs when I got the chance.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|YamGigEnd]]</div>
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I checked my watch, then looked back to the dark stage, then back to my watch. It should have begun by now. Was there a problem with the electricals? Did we blow a fuse? Maybe the pyrotechnics weren’t working. This was the problem with our performances. We required them to be so flashy that we created so many opportunities for something to break. Suddenly a bright eruption of smoke and flashing lights encompassed the stage. The music started playing immediately as through the smoke I could see the glowing light strips that Yamato and the others all wore on their outfits. People waved glowsticks above their heads, adding to the lightshow that our performance had become.
When we performed it wasn’t just a musical performance, it was a visual one as well. As the manager I had to coordinate with teams of lighting professionals, pyrotechnicians and safety inspectors to name a few. The stadiums we lit up in would flat out kill an epileptic man on the spot. It was intense, and for me, very stressful but also very rewarding. The lights and music were all coordinated. The stadium looked like it was a living entity sometimes, changing with the strum of the Erika’s guitar, a beating heart that was in rhythm with Kerry’s drums.
To say we were popular right now would be an understatement. I had to use the Reborn App a lot to get us where we were now. Convincing the right people to take us seriously when we were just starting out required the app’s persuasive powers. Now that we’d reach this point though I didn’t need the app anymore to maintain it. People all over the country came to see our performances. We were booked in this venue for four straight nights, entertaining a crowd of thousands each night and then in a week we were heading across the country to do it again in a different city. We had TV interviews, photoshoots and advertising endorsements all lined up as well.
This wasn’t the life of a musician, it was the life of something more, it was the life of a member of Prism Flyx.
~ End – Prism Flyx ~
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2School.png">
<<set $sideimg = "JoeGirl1">>
Three boys became three girls, myself included. I’d experienced the transformation before, but for my comrades it was completely alien. The expanding of the chest, the loss of penis, the growth of hair. So familiar, yet so strange.
<div id="speakKerry">“Wow! I’m a girl!”</div>
Kerry exclaimed, stating the very obvious.
<div id="speakYam">“And me…”</div>
Yamato said with less excitement.
<div id="speakSally">“So you are.”</div>
Sally sniggered. You’d think she’d planned this with how much joy she was getting from it.
<div id="speakKerry">“Huh…”</div>
Kerry’s excitement turned to disappointment.
<div id="speakKerry">“I thought I’d be better looking.”</div>
I wouldn’t say it out loud, but Kerry was not attractive. Yamato on the other hand, had maintained his good looks despite the change in gender.
<div id="speakSally">“Here, take a look.”</div>
Sally passed around a pocket mirror for us to examine ourselves in.
<div id="speakYam">“I look so familiar, yet I’m so different.”</div>
Yamato’s words summed up how I first felt when I saw my gender bent self for the first time. The boys, I mean, the ex-boys took another few moments to get comfortable with their bodies before starting practice. New bodies meant new hands, and for musicians that was a big change. Yamato’s guitar playing was a mess. I had to intervene with the app, altering his mind a little so he was just as proficient with his new hands as he was with his old. I did the same for Kerry just to be safe. I stayed for most of practice, leaving a little early to get things set up at the venue.
<div id="choice">[[Later|KerryGig2]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2UnderRock.png">
The owner of the music venue known as ‘Under The Rock’ look at me with confusion.
“Listen, if you’re going to impersonate someone, pick someone who is the same gender as you.”
Last time I spoke to him I was a guy, and now I wasn’t. This was going to continuously be an issue.
<div id="speakMC">“Can you do my a favour?”</div>
I asked him, secretly locking onto him with the poser.
“What?”
<div id="speakMC">“Just pretend that I’m Joe and let me in.”</div>
Order successful.
“Oh, sorry about that Joe, I don’t know how I mistook you for someone else. Come on in.”
Just like that he stepped aside. It was a temporary solution. I doubled checked the venue was ready, and then waited for the band to arrive. I knew what had to be done when they gone here. Our swapped genders would continue to cause us trouble unless we altered the world to reflect them.
When the band arrived, I selected them all and myself as the only exceptions for the Mass Memory Alteration. With a single press of a button we ceased to be remembered as boys and were now in the minds of everyone but ourselves, always girls.
<div id="speakMC">“You’ll be stuck like that until tomorrow.”</div>
I explained, holding up my now dead phone.
<div id="speakYam">“Seriously? Being a girl is hell.”</div>
Yamato replied, and soon regretted his words.
<div id="speakSally">“Oh? And why is that?”</div>
Sally and Erika were immediately on the attack.
<div id="speakYam">“Nothing!"</div>
Yamato’s opinion did a complete U-turn.
<div id="speakYam">“I just hate it when guys hit on me..."</div>
He mumbled.
<div id="speakSally">“Maybe you just need more time like that. You’ll come to like it I promise.”</div>
Sally teased. I could see where this was going.
<div id="speakMC">“Let’s just focus on the performance.”</div>
I pleaded. As they began tuning their instruments and getting set up I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me.”
A young stage assistant holding a clipboard sought my attention.
“Sorry to bother you, but I need your band name.”
A band name? I don’t think we had one. The others were busy, so the decision fell upon my shoulders. I looked at them and came up with a name.
<div id="speakMC">“Just Girls.”</div>
That would annoy Yamato.
“Just Girls? Or Girls?” She enquired.
<div id="speakMC">“Just Girls is the band name.”</div>
That could clear it up. That was one problem solved. Now it was time for the rest of the world to learn that name. The band soon stepped out on the stage to a brief applause. The crowd gave the four girls some acknowledgement.
There was maybe around a hundred people in the audience, most of them clustering around the bar looking to get drunk before the night was over. As the first act the crowd would be cold to start with, but from the moment Erika hit the first note they began to warm. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to experience how good the band was. I’d spent so much time running about helping them and getting things organised that I’d yet to hear them play a full song.
That was now going to change. For me, and for the crowd. The energy that Erika and the others had was soon flowing through us. We moved our bodies as Erika’s vocals mixed perfectly with Yamato’s rhythm. Kerry’s beats harmonized with Sally’s bass. The band’s individual instruments came together as one flawless piece. The crowd loved it. I loved it. And most of all, the band loved it. Their first song came to an end, and you’d be mistaken for thinking they’d opened with their strongest hand. Erika wasn’t that kind of leader. She was keeping the best of last, and by the end of their third song they’d already increased their fan count by over a hundred, myself included.
“That was refreshing.”
I heard some attendees say once their three songs were over.
“Nice to see a group of girls playing real music.”
Well, if anything, we’d at least achieved our goal in the eyes of those two. I had no idea at the time that those two were just the beginning.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|KerryGigEnd]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/futurecard.png">
We weren’t just preforming in front of a large crowd, we were preforming in front of our crowd. As the manager of ‘Just Girls’ I couldn’t have been prouder. Our goal had always been to inspire a generation, and to deliver a message that a group of girls could play real music and be successful. Looking out across a huge crowd numbering the thousands, as the four members of the band performed on stage, told me that our mission had been successful.
Just over a year ago I’d been a regular guy with no prospects in life. My future was a black portrait of despair, but thanks to the Reborn App, and thanks to Erika and her band. I’d changed that. Now I was successful woman, a manager of an all-female band that toured the country and had amazing fans. Kerry, now Carrie, and I had never looked back upon the day we’d swapped our male identities for female ones. Even Yamato had come around to liking his new gender.
Thanks to the Reborn App we had bright futures and were improving the futures of others. There were hardships, every path in life had them, but right now the music we spread was all that was important.
~ End – Just Girls ~
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png">
Another school day passed me by rather quickly. Dave was still ill with the flu and off school. It might be a few days before he recovers. Sure I could go help him, but I’d already planned I would meet my father’s friend and taking a detour to Dave’s didn’t fit into that plan.
I went straight home afterschool. My father said he’d be home early and wasn’t lying. His car was already parked in the driveway, and that wasn’t all. Another car was parked outside our house. Was his friend here already? The answer was yes. As I stepped through the front door I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the living room.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m home.”</div>
I announced my arrival.
“Oh Joe come in.”
I followed my father’s invitation, stepping into the living room where he was sat opposite a brown haired woman whose belly was noticeable round.
<div id="speakFr">“Oh, that’s Joe?”</div>
She spoke with a posh accent.
<div id="speakFr">“You’ve grown up. Last I saw you were you about this high and playing with those transforming dinosaurs.”</div>
From that description I guessed it had been at least a decade since this woman last saw me. Too long ago for me to remember her name.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello, it’s been a while.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Yes. I’m Freya, oh but you can call me Auntie Freya like you used to. You don’t have been an aunt to be an auntie, that’s they say.”</div>
Who said that, and where do they live? I looked at Freya@@.imgpop.freya;(!)@@, judging her to be about mid-thirties maybe. She had a wedding ring on her finger.
<div id="speakMC">“When are you due?”</div>
I asked. No point dodging the elephant in the room question. Her stomach was massive. She must have been at least six months pregnant, maybe more.
<div id="speakFr">“Five weeks. How time flies. Your father and I have just been catching up. So much has happened, but I’m glad to hear you are all doing much better these days.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“That’s an understatement.”</div>
Oops. Not sure I meant to put it that way. I had to think of something to change the mood. Fortunately, Chloe came to my rescue, arriving home in the nick of time along with Hana. That gave the conversation new life, and turned it away from the topic of my previous family. Hana didn’t stay long, she merely greeted Freya, introduced herself, then declared she had a lot of homework to do and disappeared upstairs. Lucky her. I was running out of conversation fuel. I didn’t have any common ground with this woman. Chloe on the other hand had plenty to talk about.
<div id="speakChloe">“Is this your first pregnancy?”</div>
Chloe asked her.
<div id="speakFr">“Yes, I’ve been holding off because of my career. It wasn’t easy. I had to fight my husband off with a stick sometimes. You know what men are like, they think raising a child begins at birth, and are under the impression the nine months prior are just for show.”</div>
Freya replied.
<div id="speakChloe">“Oh, that’s so true.”</div>
Chloe and Freya were happy to talk about their pregnancies, leaving my father and I in a bit of tough spot. Out of courtesy we couldn’t leave, so he had to just pretend that we sympathised with them. It was awkward since we didn’t know Chloe back then so couldn’t comment on what she was saying.
<div id="speakFr">“I wish I could swap places with my husband for day.”</div>
Freya’s words caught my ear.
<div id="speakFr">“Or a week. Enough time for him to understand what it’s like. Maybe then he’d appreciate me more.”</div>
The two women laughed, believing their words to be a mere fantasy. In my pocket though was the power to make that fantasy a reality.
<div id="choice">[[Perform a switcheroo]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don't get involved]]</div><img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png"><<set $MetFreya = "yes">>
I saw an opportunity to have some fun. No point having this power and not using it. I selected Freya with the app, and immediately noticed something odd. An exclamation mark appeared in the corner, and upon clicking it I received more information.
‘These features are unavailable for this target: Copy Image. Modify Image.’
How odd. I doubled checked and confirmed that I couldn’t access those functions with Freya selected, but they worked fine on other people. This was the first time that had happened. The Reborn App must refuse to alter the body of someone who was pregnant. Copying and pasting wasn’t an option, but a straight body swap was. How curious. It raised more questions about the nature of the app.
I shook my head. Thinking about something I’d never understand was pointless. I still had access to the tool I wanted. Time to press on with my plan. First, I had make preparations. I selected Freya and accessed the surface of her memories to learn of where she lived. Next I stepped out of the room with the poser locked onto her.
<div id="speakMC">“Tonight, you’ll make sure the front door is left unlocked and the house alarm isn’t set.”</div>
Perfect. Now getting in would be a cakewalk. I returned to the living room, and nobody was the wiser to the secret orders now implanted in her mind. Freya’s visit later came to an end, but I knew that I’d be seeing her again soon.
<div id="speakFr">“Goodbye, hopefully it won’t be another decade before we next meet.”</div>
Freya got into her car and left. I went upstairs to give my plan for tonight more thought. I pondered on the idea of getting a disguise first, or just going as I was?
<div id="choice">[[Get a disguise]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Who needs one]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png">
I had no interest in messing around in this affair. After Freya was gone I returned to my room, tried to brainstorm some ideas as to what to do with the app, but ultimately drew blanks and ended up just playing games the rest of the night.
Tomorrow was a similar story, I woke up, went to school, spend most of the day alone, returned home, played some games, got frustrated by how good the other players were, so improved my reflexes, thinking time and strategic thinking using the app to turn things around. Maybe I should apply to be on an e-sports team. Well, that was an option, but one I’d explore another day.
Soon it was the weekend, and my gaming addiction continued to dominate my schedule until suddenly it was Sunday night, and I realised that I should probably think about using my time more productively. Well honestly I didn’t need to. I had the Reborn app. My father used to tell me I could be anything I wanted to when I grew up if I worked hard enough. With the Reborn App I could quite literally become anything I wanted to be, but without all the hard work.
I had begun to take the Reborn App for granted, little did I know that was all about to change.
<div id="choice">[[Week3]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png"><<set $sideimg = "JoeAlt1">><<set $MetHank = "yes">>
Better safe than sorry. With the press of a button I changed my face. Knowing that I may need it, I had created a new identity for myself and kept it saved. This disguise would give me anonymity that I might need.
Later that night, as the clock ticked past mid change, and the day changed in the eternal cycle, I left the house and began a lengthy journey to the far side of Redrock where the wealthier members of society lived.
By the time I got there it was after 2AM. Everyone par the night workers and drunken college students were now soundly asleep. I arrived at front gate of Freya’s house. I knew from her memories it would be big, but I didn’t realise how big until I saw it myself. She must have had at least six larges bedrooms on that second floor. I carefully slipped through the gate and walked across the path. My footsteps were light. I reached the front door and very slowly pressed down on the handle. Just as I had secretly instructed the door had been left unlocked. I slipped in and began moving towards the stairs. There wasn’t a peep from the burglar alarm. Everything was going as planned. Stair by stair I advanced upwards. A sudden creak underfoot near deafened me, and I froze listening out for movement. Maybe I should have issued a few extra orders. Too late for that now. I continued, reaching the top of the stairs and setting my sights on the bedroom door. As I instructed it had been left ajar, slowing me to silently open it. Lying exactly where I expected her to be was Freya, and next to her, an empty space where her husband Hank should have been.
Fuck. Where was he? I held my breath and listened. I selected Freya with the app. Maybe she knew where he was. Suddenly I heard a creak behind me accompanied by movement. Then I felt his arm around my head as he locked me into a choke hold. I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t force him off me. Lights illuminated the room was Freya turned on the bedside lamp. She looked at me with fear, and I felt my consciousness slipping away.
<div id="speakHk">"Don't worry dear, I've got him."</div>
Her husband increased the pressure around my neck. I was about to pass out, and there was nothing I could do... except use the app.
<div id="choice">[[Use the app]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don't use the app]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2TueHome.png"><<set $MetHank = "yes">>
There wasn’t any need to alter my look. If I got seen I could just alter their memories.
Later that night, as the clock ticked past mid change, I left the house and began a lengthy journey to the far side of Redrock where the wealthier members of society lived.
By the time I got there it was after 2AM. Everyone par night workers and drunken college students were now soundly asleep. I arrived at the front gate of Freya’s house. I knew from her memories it would be big, but I didn’t realise how big until I saw it myself. She must have had at least six larges bedrooms on that second floor. I carefully slipped through the gate and walked across the path. My footsteps were light. I reached the front door and very slowly pressed down on the handle. Just as I instructed the door had been left unlocked. I slipped in and began moving towards the stairs. There wasn’t a peep from the burglar alarm. Everything was going as planned. Stair by stair I advanced upwards. A sudden creak underfoot near deafened me, and I froze listening out for movement. Maybe I should have issued a few extra orders. Too late for that now. I continued, reaching the top of the stairs and setting my sights on the bedroom door. It had been left ajar allowing me to silently open it. Lying exactly where I expected her to be was Freya, and next to her, an empty space where her husband should have been.
Fuck. Where was he? I held my breath and listened. I selected Freya with the app. Maybe she knew where he was. Then I heard a creak behind me accompanied by movement.
Shit!
I felt his arm around my head as he locked me into a choke hold. I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t force him off me. Lights illuminated the room was Freya turned on the bedside lamp. She saw my face, and it wasn’t one she had been expecting to see.
<div id="speakFr">“Hank stop!”</div>
She cried out.
<div id="speakFr">“I know him!”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“Huh?”</div>
I felt the pressure around my neck ease slightly. I could breathe again.
<div id="speakFr">“What are you doing here?”</div>
Freya asked me. I couldn't tell her why I had come here. She wouldn't believe it... so I showed her instead. I adjusted my aim, targeting them both then initiating the switch.
<div id="speakHk">“Wha…”</div>
Freya said from behind me now in her husband’s body.
<div id="speakFr">“I feel strange… Why am I over here?”</div>
They were both very confused by what had just happened. The arm around my neck was removed.
<div id="speakFr">“I’m… I’m… Pregnant?”</div>
Hank had seen his belly, and then he saw the rest of his body.
<div id="speakFr">“I’m a woman… I’m… my… wife?”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“I’m a man?”</div>
The duo looked at each other, and I watched the confusion unfold. After the initial ‘what just happened’, they moved onto ‘how did it happen’, and that naturally brought their attention to me.
<div id="speakMC">“Remember when you suggested that you’d like to switch places with your husband?”</div>
I said to Freya.
<div id="speakHk">“Yes… I remember saying that… Joe did you… how?”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“What did he do?”</div>
Demanded Hank.
<div id="speakMC">“Just a little switcheroo as I call it. Hank, you are now in Freya’s body, and Freya, you are now in Hank’s body.”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“Can you turn us back?”</div>
Freya asked.
<div id="speakMC">“Yes, but I can only use this power once a week.”</div>
I lied.
<div id="speakFr">“What?!?”</div>
Hank tried to move, but his new body disagreed. He remained on the bed and placed his hands on his enlarged belly.
<div id="speakFr">“I can’t… this must be a dream. I’ll just lie down, and wake up, and it’ll all be just a dream.”</div>
He laid down in the hope that when he opened his eyes his body would be back to normal.
<div id="speakHk">“This isn’t a dream, is it Joe?”</div>
Freya asked me. She was a bit more-clear headed right now than her husband.
<div id="speakMC">“Nope. This is reality.”</div>
I pinched her cheek. She reached up and rubbed the spot I’d pinched.
<div id="speakHk">“It’s so rough.”</div>
She approached the large sliding mirror and looked at herself.
<div id="speakHk">“I’m really a man.”</div>
She began smiling.
<div id="speakHk">“Hey Joe… What you said this lasting a week, were you telling the truth?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“If I was say lying, would you ask me to undo the changes right now?”</div>
Freya thought for a moment, then smiled again.
<div id="speakHk">“I think you better get home before someone else finds you out of your bed at this time of night.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I think that’s a good idea.”</div>
<div id="choice">[[Next Afternoon]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2WedCity.png">
I took a planned detour on my way home from school that afternoon. My detour took me to one of Redrock’s many fast food restaurants, and since I had the option of choosing and not paying, I picked out the more expensive burger place.
<div id="speakMC">“Hello Hank.”</div>
I greeted Freya, still very much in her husband’s body.
<div id="speakHk">“Good afternoon Joe.”</div>
Freya was dressed in her husband's business suit having just come from the bank where she, formerly her husband, worked. As the region manager she had the luxury of clocking off early and still getting paid.
<div id="speakMC">“How was work?”</div>
I asked, genuinely curious about how she handled the job.
<div id="speakHk">“It was incredibly easy. My husband tells me everything, so I knew the names of all his co-workers and how to identify them. Of course, he also complains so I knew what needed done and roughly how to do it. I do add that I am person of reasonable intellect. Today was, as they say, a cake wok.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Did you say a… never mind.”</div>
The upper class had some strange terminology.
<div id="speakHk">“It feels great to walk around in my husband’s shoes. Today has been so fulfilling. Plus as a man I can order an extra large meal, and get away with it!"</div>
She was certianly enjoying herself. She was eating through the burger she'd ordered in a very masculine way. Half-way through she paused and looked at it. In idea must have come to her.
<div id="speakHk">"I know, I’ll invite you and your father round to mine for dinner Friday evening.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I like the idea, but it will be odd if it comes from you. You’ll need to convince your ‘wife’ to handle the invitation.”</div>
Freya was undoubtedly enjoying the experience, but I wonder how Hank was doing? I’d find out hopefully.
<div id="choice">[[Friday Evening]]</div>
<img id="banner" src="imagebanner/Wk2FriCity.png">
Everything had fallen into place almost perfectly. It wasn’t just my father and me heading to Freya’s home, but Chloe and Hana as well. Hana wasn't happy about being dragged out on a Friday night.
<div id="speakHana">“I’ve better things to be doing than wasting an evening at a stranger’s home.”</div>
Her complaints were ineffective, and just after seven we arrived at Freya’s large home. Funny to be invited here after being caught sneaking in just a few days ago.
Upon arrival we knocked the door. The one let us in was Hank, and his impression of Freya was very poor.
<div id="speakFr">“Oh, hello friends, please come into the living room.”</div>
He spoke so stiffly. He had figured out to move normally despite his pregnant condition. In the living room Freya was waiting for us.
<div id="speakHk">“Hello, I’m Hank, pleasure to meet you all.”</div>
Freya greeted. She spoke much more naturally. There wasn’t so much as a hint that this man wasn’t really a man. She shook my father's hand, then mine. It was a firm handshake. Freya fitted into Hank’s body like a glove.
<div id="speakHk">“Oh, Freya don’t stand, here take my chair.”</div>
Freya stood up, and helped Hank sit down into the cushy armchair. The ideal chatter that followed was quite amusing. Hank continued to try and pretend he was Freya, and did a poor job at it. Several times I witnessed someone raising an eyebrow to something he said.
<div id="speakHana">“What do you do for a living to own such a big house?”</div>
Hana asked, trying to mask her boredom. She didn't direct that question at anyone, so when Hank replied it caused some confusion.
<div id="speakFr">“I manage a number of bank branches.”</div>
Hank explained.
“The same bank as your husband?”
My father enquired, sounding a bit confused.
<div id="speakFr">“Oh… I mean… yes… I help her… him… with his work.”</div>
Hank tried to salvage his mistake. It was amusing, until Chloe gave me the cold stare. What you have to remember throughout all this was that due to past events Chloe knew about the app. I wasn’t long before she had heard enough, and requested I help her search for something in the car. I followed her, and outside she asked the question I knew was coming.
<div id="speakChloe">“Joe, did you swap their bodies?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“If I said no, is there any chance you’d believe me?”</div>
<div id="speakChloe">“I would if you promised me that you didn’t.”</div>
That was touching, but she knew I wasn’t going to lie to her.
<div id="speakMC">“I can you promise you that I did swap their bodies.” </div>
<div id="speakChloe">“I knew it. Joe, why?”</div>
She wasn’t impressed or amused.
<div id="speakMC">“You and Freya were joking about how she would like to make her husband spend a day in her shoes.”</div>
Upon saying that Chloe thought back, then shook her head realising her role in what had happened.
<div id="speakChloe">“Yes, we did joke about that. I didn’t expect you to go and do it.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Freya is enjoying it. She…”</div>
<div id="speakChloe">“Joe, I think the less I know the better.”</div>
She returned inside, leaving me feeling a little guilty. She portrayed the message that she didn’t agree with what I’d done, but wasn’t going to ask me to undo it.
Back inside, dinner was soon ready, and we sat down at dinner table. Freya handled all the prep work while Hank sat in a cushioned chair and continued to play the part of the pregnant wife. The food tasted amazing. Freya had great cooking skills.
“This is amazing Hank!”
My father applauded.
<div id="speakHk">“Thanks. I am proud of my mother’s recipes.”</div>
Freya replied.
<div id="speakHana">“You do all the work, and all the cooking, I’m impressed.”</div>
Hana added.
<div id="speakHana">“I’d love to marry someone like you. You’re lucky Freya, getting to sit around while your husband treats you well.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“I guess I am.”</div>
Hank replied sounding honest. The dinner conversation progressed smoothly. Freya played the role of Hank flawlessly. She never once got mixed up or referred to Hank as Hank. Chloe made a few attempts to alter the flow of the conversation with remarks such as…
<div id="speakChloe">“Freya, you must appreciate everything your husband has done for you up until now?”</div>
And
<div id="speakChloe">“I know you’re nervous about giving birth, but as a mother I can promise you that the moment the doctor hands you your child will stay with you forever. If I’m ever feeling down I just think about the first time I held Hana and it instantly cheers me up. It's something men miss out on.”</div>
Her goal was clear. She was trying to make Freya feel guilty. I didn’t see it having any effect. Freya was enjoying her time as Hank, and as the night drew to a close, she had no plans to ask me to undo the swap prematurely.
Throughout the night Hank was always on the lookout. He wanted a chance to speak with me alone, and he received his wish when Freya decided to give a tour of the house. I declined the invitation simply because I’d already seen most the house when I snuck in. As Freya headed upstairs with everyone else, I was left alone with Hank.
<div id="speakFr">“Please Joe, I’m begging you…”</div>
Here it comes…
<div id="speakFr">“Please don’t swap us back.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
Did he say ‘don’t’ swap us back?
<div id="speakFr">“These past few days I’ve learnt a lot. I haven’t seen my wife this happy since the day I married her.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And what about you?”</div>
I asked him. I still couldn’t believe he was suggesting they stay swapped. Was this a kind of reverse psychology trick?
<div id="speakFr">“I’ve been trying so hard to let Freya live an unburdened life that I think I’ve been doing more harm than good. I’ve learnt a lot about her, and myself, and us as a couple, the past few days. I feel something in my heart I’ve never felt before.”</div>
That would probably be your female emotions. I was no expert, but I imagine that Freya’s body chemistry was very different from Hank’s.
<div id="speakMC">“Have you discussed this with Freya?”</div>
I asked. Thinking back, hadn’t Freya also mentioned making this exchange permanent?
<div id="speakFr">“No. I can’t. It would be awkward.”</div>
I can agree with that, but it was a conversation that would have to happen. I decided that at the end of the night I’d make my decision, and whatever decision I made would be final. Freya returned with the rest of my family. I paid close attention to Hank and Freya, observing their interactions with each other and those around them. Outside the sun set and the stars began to shine.
“I think we need to think about heading home.”
My father announced. That wasn’t a problem, because I’d made my decision.
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<div id="speakMC">“Go on ahead and wait for me in the car.”</div>
I ordered my family secretly. Chloe, Hana and my father did as I commanded, leaving me alone with Hank and Freya.
<div id="speakHk">“Is there a problem Joe?”</div>
Freya asked me. I didn’t answer her with words, but with actions. The next thing they saw was me raising the Reborn App with them both targeted, then their viewpoints changed, swapping back to what they should be. It took them only a moment to realise what had happened.
<div id="speakFr">“Why did you swap us back?”</div>
Freya asked, shocked that it had happened so swiftly.
<div id="speakMC">“I learnt something important, and I think you did too.”</div>
I explained. I wasn’t great with putting my thoughts into words.
<div id="speakHk">“What about what we want?”</div>
Hank shouted. Neither of them was happy with being back to normal, and that was why I had to do it.
<div id="speakMC">“Putting my feelings into words is a headache, so let me just say this, take what you have learnt from this experience and use it.”</div>
They would have gone on, but Freya wasn’t feeling so good after being thrown back into her body.
<div id="speakHk">“Freya!”</div>
Hank quickly moved to support her. “Here, sit down.” He guided her into an armchair. I smiled, knowing that I’d made the right decision.
<div id="speakMC">“Good luck with the kid. See you in another decade.”</div>
I joked, waving to them as I left. This week had taken an interesting turn, but all this talk about their future got me wondering about my own.
Oh well, I’ll just wait and see what future brings. So long as I have the Reborn App I can handle anything it throws at me.
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<div id="speakMC">“Go on ahead and wait for my in the car.”</div>
I ordered my family secretly. Chloe, Hana and my father did as I command, leaving me alone with Hank and Freya.
<div id="speakHk">“Is there a problem Joe?”</div>
Freya asked me. I turned to face them and ask a very important question.
<div id="speakMC">“Do you want to switch back?”</div>
I asked them, followed up by locking onto them with the poser.
<div id="speakMC">“Answer honestly.”</div>
“No."
They both said. They then looked at the other, surprised by the answer they had heard.
<div id="speakFr">“Freya, I just… I want to see you happy.”</div>
Hank began.
<div id="speakFr">“And these past few days I’ve been feeling this strange warmness because when you smile I smile too.”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“Hank… I’m sorry for what I did…”</div>
Doesn’t she mean what I did?
<div id="speakHk">“I’ve put you through so much, all for my own benefit.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“That’s not true!”</div>
Hank replied. They continued to exchange honest words, deepening their understanding of how the other felt. Tears began to stream down their cheeks as they deeply embraced each other, showing a deep connection that I could only hope to also experience one day.
<div id="speakFr">"Is it okay if I call you Hank?"</div>
<div id="speakHk">"Well, that is my name."</div>
I left feeling a sense of enlightenment. They had completely embraced the idea of living the other's life. I’d learned something today. And I’d put that knowledge towards a better use tomorrow.
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I grabbed my work uniform and quickly changed. There would be time for other things later. Right now, I needed to get to work and earn the money that kept the lights on. I double checked I had everything, then headed out hoping I hadn’t missed the only bus that would get me there at a feasible time.
“Good morning Alexis.”
My manager greeted me as I entered the building. It seemed we arrived at the hotel at the same time. We stepped into the elevator, our destination the restaurant on the top floor.
<div id="speakAX">“Good morning Gwen. Is the ice-cream machine been repaired yet?”</div>
“No. The repair man looked at it, shrugged and handed me a bill for the job he couldn’t complete. Of course, this means we’ll need to replace it, and then I have to sit through a lengthy meeting with my boss where he’ll ask the question ‘why are you over budget’ again and again.”
I smirked listening to her. This job had its ups and down, but Gwen was a good manager and someone I enjoyed working under. We stepped out onto the fifth floor, and I promptly put on my apron and began setting up the restaurant for the breakfast service. Just before we opened Gwen called out to me.
“Bad news, Ford has called in sick. I hate to ask you, but can you stay late to help cover things?”
<div id="speakAX">“No problem. I’ll be glad to help.”</div>
In the back of my mind I felt I was forgetting something. It was as if I had something important I needed to do, but it had completely slipped my mind now. Oh well, it couldn’t have been that important.
~ End - Alexis Life ~
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<div id="speakAX">"I'm Joe!"</div>
I firmly declared, silencing the voice of Alexis. That felt much better. I grabbed the most comfortable clothing I could and slipped on a pair of trainers. I stuffed a few necessary belongings into my pockets then departed. First I had to find out what had happened to me. Was someone else now in my body and living my life, or had I copied Alexis and turned myself into her while the real Alexis was elsewhere? With the Reborn App involved the possibilities of what could have happened were infinite.
Alexis house was luckily reasonably close to my school so I would start there. Unfortunately I didn't realise what day it was until I had arrived.
<div id="speakAX">"It's Saturday?"</div>
I exclaimed when I saw the date. Shit. I could have sworn it was Friday today. I guess something happened yesterday and all memory of it was erased. I was about to leave when my usual school bus pull up and begin ejecting students. Anyone coming to school on Saturday was there for one of two reasons. Sports practice or weekend detention. Weekend detention only given out to serious offences such as being caught skipping school. There were only a few people, but among them was the who I hoped to see.
There!
A boy who looked just like I should have stepped off the bus, and not only that, he had my phone in his hand. Unless I'd suddenly joined a sports team I could assume I'd been caught skipping school like I'd planned to on Thursday night.
That was good, but also added a new challenge. If my phone still has the Reborn App, which I’m almost certain it will have, then the other 'Joe' would have noticed it. I knew how powerful that was. I had to be very careful about how I attempted to get it back. I couldn’t run up and just snatch it. I didn’t know how this happened. In the absolute worst-case scenario there would be dormant orders from the poser implanted in my mind waiting for a trigger.
I watched the other Joe approach the school entrance. Standing waiting on him was one Mrs Clark.
<div id="speakClark">"Good morning Joe, looking forward to spending your morning with me?"</div>
Evidently Mrs Clark would be in charge of detention this morning. Perfect. I continued watching. Mrs Clark greeted a few other students the same way she'd greeted 'Joe'. When the last unfortunate student arrived she headed inside.
I navigated my way around to the side of the school building. My goal was to get next to Mrs Clark's classroom. That would be where 'Joe' had his detention.
I listened in, confirming she was in the room.
<div id="speakClark">“This question isn’t hard. In fact, it merely takes what you already know and rewords it with a few extra steps!”</div>
I heard Mrs Clark’s voice. Somewhere in that room would be the other me. I had a plan, but I needed to wait for silence.
Silence meant noises that usually went unnoticed would be heard. Patiently I waited, crouched down on a grass verge praying nobody walked past and called attention to what I was doing. My luck didn’t hold. The groundskeeper stepped out of the side door carrying a broom. He headed in my direction and saw me. He stopped, looking at me suspiciously, then looking into the classroom I was knelt next to. His mouth opened to say something, but he hestitated. I wish I could have read his mind to understand what he was thinking. He began walking again without saying anything. He hadn’t drawn any attention to me, but he still might report me to someone. I had to act now. I pulled Alexis phone from my pocket and dialled my own number. It began ringing.
I couldn't hear it, but who did hear it was Mrs Clark. With the room in silence she heard the buzzing from my bag. A single buzz was all she needed. With few students in the room, all of whom were spread out, she instantly picked out the origin of the sound.
<div id="speakClark">“Joe!”</div>
I heard her bellow. He was, as they say, truly fucked.
<div id="speakClark">“No phones during detention! I’m confiscating it!”</div>
My plan fell into place. The Reborn App was taken from the other me and locked inside Mrs Clark’s drawer. I quickly moved from my position before the groundskeeper returned. Saturday detentions lasted serveral hours. There was a break in a middle, during which Joe left Mrs Clark’s classroom empty handed. She wouldn’t return his phone until the end of detention.
I had a small window to make my next move. I walked into the school, and as everyone who saw me wasn't in a good mood they didn't say anything. Mrs Clark had gone to make coffee which left her room undefended.
<div id="speakAX">“Time to retake what is mine.”</div>
Her desk was locked, but as they say a lock only keeps an honest man out. I wedged a pair of large scissors into the desk, and pressed down, snapping open the flimsy lock. Inside was various confiscated goods including my phone. With joy I picked it up, unlocked it, and targeted myself with the Reborn App.
<div id="speakAX">“Ignore all previous orders you were given and remember everything that happened yesterday!”</div>
My memories spilled back into my head. Every detail of what had happened yesterday was now crystal clear.
<div id="speakAX">“Dammit Evan.”</div>
I hissed, pissed off at boy who's fault this was. It didn’t matter now. I had the app back, I had my memories back and soon I’d have my body back. I headed for the door, but a large woman suddenly barred my way.
<div id="speakClark">“What do you think you are doing in my classroom?!?”</div>
Barked Mrs Clark, fresh coffee in hand.
<div id="speakAX">“Oh shut up you bitch.”</div>
I ordered, and she obeyed. It feels good to have this power back in my hands. Mrs Clark would be useful to have under my control. I used the poser to issue a few orders. Everything was now under control. I could turn back now if I wanted, but I was already in Alexis body, so why not have some ‘fun’ first?
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At the end of detention the other Joe came to Mrs Clark’s room to retrieve his phone.
<div id="speakClark">“I see you out there, hurry up and get inside!”</div>
Barked Mrs Clark. He opened the door, stepped into the dreaded room, and closed the door behind him.
<div id="speakClark">“Having you phone in class is a serious offence! Especially if its my class. Detention for you starting immediately!”</div>
She declared.
<div id="speakMC">“But you can’t…”</div>
Joe tried to argue.
<div id="speakClark">“I just did. Now sit down. Lucky you for I have a meeting to attend. Don’t try sneaking out. One of our substitute teachers will take over for me.”</div>
Having Mrs Clark throw someone into detention after detention only to immediately bail and have someone else take over was strangely fitting for her. Mrs Clark didn’t even give Joe anything to do before she stepped out of the room, and half a minute later I stepped in.
<div id="speakAX">“Are you Joe?”</div>
I asked.
<div id="speakMC">“Yeah… Wait, aren't you...”</div>
I saw his eyes examining me. Evan picked out Alexis because she had an amazing body. Using the Reborn App I’d copied Ms Angela’s signature ‘see through blouse and short skirt’ outfit and refitted it to my current body.
<div id="speakAX">“Excellent, I’m the substitute teacher Ms Alexis.”</div>
I wonder what was going on through his head right now. I was no stranger to him. Yesterday he’d used the Reborn App on me, and right now he was trying to figure out if this was a massive coincidence, or if I knew the truth. Of course, what he thought was the truth wasn’t really the truth. I was pretending to be a teacher, so it was my job to teach him.
<div id="speakAX">“For this lesson we’ll be covering one of history's most confusing events, one that only occurred due to misconceptions held by both major parties.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“History?”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“Yes. Although historians argue with what aspects of this are history and which are fiction. The documentation from both sides leads to a lot of speculation. It’s a shame really, a lot of trouble could have been avoided if they knew the truth. If they had only stopped and thought about it carefully, the truth would have been so obvious.”</div>
This was fun. He had such a confused look on his face. How many more hints did I need to give him?
<div id="speakAX">“Have you ever done that Joe? Stopped to think about something and realise that you’ve completely overlook a really obvious detail that would turn something very confusing into something very simple?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Oh yeah totally.”</div>
He wasn’t following me at all. I was a little worried. He was a copy of me, an almost perfect copy. I was trying to tell him that if the Reborn App existed then he should consider the possibility that it has already been used on him, but he just wasn’t picking up the hint. I walked over to the window and lowered the blinds one by one. I cut off the outside world’s view of the classroom, then with a click I locked the door ensuring no interruptions.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m really not sure what you are trying to tell me.”</div>
I stepped closer, then leaned across his desk, my forehead inches from his with my hand on his chin.
<div id="speakAX">“The answer is right in front of you.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Oh… I see…”</div>
Then he closed his eyes and leaned slowly forward. Really? Was that what he thought was going on? I wasn’t kissing myself. I shoved him back, but I was a bit too forceful. His chair titled back on its hind legs, and seeing he was about to go down I tried to save him. Next thing I know I’m falling over the table, and then I’m lying on of him, with the hard bulge in his trousers pressing between my skirt.
<div id="speakMC">“Ah I’m sorry!”</div>
Joe apologised, but as he tried to get up his hand went straight for my boob.
<div id="speakAX">“You don’t seem sorry.”</div>
I teased. I wasn’t quite sure how the hell I had ended up in this situation, but I’m an opportunist, and I was going to take advantage of this. I slid my hand down, unbuttoning his trousers and freeing the erection inside. After all the trouble he'd caused me I wanted to tease him a little as payback. At least, that was the plan, but the more I 'teased' him, the hotter my body became. Shit. I guess a part of Alexis was still inside me. I felt horny as fuck now, and the cure to this feeling was right in front of me.
I wouldn’t have seen myself ending the day having sex with myself, but hey, life is full of surprises. I removed my skirt, and lined my pussy up with his cock.
My pussy was spread open as he penetrated me and pleasure filled my being. The other me lay on the ground as I rocked my body, riding him cowgirl style. This was addicting, and maybe a little sadistic. Fuck that, it was incredibly sadistic. I had my own body at my mercy as I fucked him. I bet I was making some incredible expressions right now and only wished I had a mirror to see them. Having sex with someone who was completely as your mercy was enthralling.
<div id="speakMC">“I’m going to cum!”</div>
<div id="speakAX">“Do it. Hit me with everything!”</div>
I cried out. He did as I command, filling my insides to the brim with his cum. I didn’t stop moving as cum leaked from my pussy. It covered his crotch as I continued rocking my hips until my own orgasm came.
<div id="speakAX">“Fuck fuck fuuuuuck!”</div>
I cried out in ecstasy. Anyone walking past would no doubt have a few questions about what the fuck was happening in Mrs Clark’s room.
<div id="speakAX">“That was great.”</div>
I said to the other me.
<div id="speakAX">“Now let’s swap places and continue.”</div>
I pulled the Reborn App out from its hiding place inside my cleavage.
<div id="speakMC">"I order you to stop!"</div>
An order? Oh right, he must think his orders from yesterday still stood. I guess he'd finally worked out what was happening.
<div id="speakAX">"Sorry, but I'm the one in control here. Now, I order you to obey me."</div>
I took the necessary precautions to keep him under my control. I then taught the fake me a lot about what the Reborn App could really do that afternoon. Shame I had to erase all their memories at the end of it.
Two hours after the end of detention I finally left the building back inside my body with the Reborn App in my pocket where it belonged. Meanwhile Alexis returned to her home in autopilot mode, and just like I had this morning, tomorrow she’d wake up wondering why she had no memories of the previous day.
My plans to help with the film festival had been pretty much canned thanks what happened with Alexis. Alexis had already erased Evan's memories once she realised he was more trouble than he was worth. It had been trouble, but at least the week had ended well. Maybe next week things will end even better.
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I felt a flush as my consciousness left a body on the verge of passing out and entered another. Across from me I saw Freya’s husband continue to grip my current body. Consciousness had already been lost, but he wasn’t letting go.
<div id="speakFr">“That’s enough.”</div>
I pleaded.
<div id="speakHk">“I just wanna be sure…”</div>
He tightened his hold, held it for a bit longer, then finally let go. My previous body fell limp onto the ground.
<div id="speakHk">“Gotcha ya bastard.”</div>
He triumphantly declared.
<div id="speakHk">“Oh, a phone, how kind of you.”</div>
He picked up my phone and quit the app so he could use it to dial the police.
<div id="speakFr">“Hank!”</div>
I called out to him, but I didn’t know what to say. I was now in Freya’s body, the body of that man’s wife. I had to speak to him the way she did but I had no idea how to do that.
<div id="speakHk">“It’s alright dear, he’ll soon regret trying to rob us.”</div>
Hank laughed, placing the phone next to his ear.
<div id="speakHk">“Hello? Yes I require the police please and quickly.”</div>
I couldn’t stop him as he began explaining what had happened. He hung up shortly afterwards, placing the phone in his back pocket.
<div id="speakHk">“You stay right there dear, I’ll handle everything.”</div>
He ignored me and began dragging the person who was really his wife out of the room. He closed the door behind him. I tried to get up, but that was when the reality of the situation truly hit me. I felt a feeling no man was meant to experience. I felt a kick... from inside me. I looked downwards at my round belly… and promptly passed out.
When I woke up I was still in my bed, and Hank was next to me. For some reason one of his eyes was now a bit swollen.
<div id="speakHk">“It’s alright, the police just left with him. They said I may have gone overboard and knocked him out for a while. Don’t worry about my eye, I did that to myself with a door then claimed he attacked me first.”</div>
He placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing it gently.
<div id="speakHk">“How is our family doing?”</div>
He gently whispered, then leaned in and kissed my stomach. Meanwhile I was left wondering how the fuck I had ended up in such a horrendous situation. I only wanted to help, but now, I was the one who needed help.
<div id="speakFr">“His phone!”</div>
I blurted out.
<div id="speakFr">“Do you still have it?”</div>
I saw him put it in his back pocket.
<div id="speakHk">“Don’t be silly dear, I gave it to the police as evidence. Maybe they’ll be able to crack into it and find all sorts of incriminating things. I hope they put him away. Nobody gets away with endangering my family.”</div>
Shit. Now my only hope of returning to normal was locked up tight in a police locker.
<div id="speakHk">“We better try and get some sleep. You remember what tomorrow is don’t you?”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Of course.”</div>
I answered honestly. Freya had explained her plans for this week in detail while visiting my home earlier. I hope what I’d learned in those few hours would be enough to get me through this.
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I hesitated. I made one last attempt at fighting Hank off with force, but I was outmatched, and then it all went black.
When I woke up, I awoke to pain. My head was pounding from the worst migraine I’d ever felt.
“Wakey wakey Sunshine.”
A voice called for my attention. I focused my blurry eyes on the face of the police officer sitting beside my bed.
<div id="speakAngela">“What happened?”</div>
My head was killing me. I had to focus to remember what had happened.
<div id="speakAngela">“Oh shit.”</div>
“Oh shit indeed sonny. Forcing entry into an occupied household and assaulting the owner, you’ve got some serious offences to your name. Speaking of which sonny, why don’t we start there?”
There was another officer in the room. This one, much younger than the forty-something year old man next to me, was scribbling down notes.
<div id="speakAngela">“Listen, there’s been a big mix-up.”</div>
“Oh I bet, I hear that every day. ‘It wasn’t me officer, even though you found me at the crime scene with multiple witnesses saying I did it and my finger prints everywhere I’m telling you I’m completely innocent.’ Listen sonny, if you tell us who you are then we can get you a lawyer, otherwise you aren’t going anywhere.”
I didn’t have a choice. I had to tell him the truth.
<div id="speakAngela">“My name is Joe. I’m not who I seem to be. I have this app on my smartphone that…”</div>
I told him my story, and he just sat back, listening as his comrade took notes. When I was finally finished, I looked to him for some sympathy, but he just grunted.
“I’ve heard better. Don’t think that just because we don’t know who you are, don’t mean we won’t prosecute you. We got dozens of convicts in Redrock prison whose real name we don’t know, and nobody will give a shit if that number goes up by one. One last chance, what’s your real name.”
<div id="speakAngela">“Joe…”</div>
I got one word out before he cut me off.
“Have it your way.”
My story was too unbelievable, and unfortunately, that was where my story ended. A few days later I was convicted and shipped off to Redrock prison. Redrock prison was a horrific place. Overcrowded, and filled with some of the worst people in the country. I didn’t last five minutes.
~ End – Don’t drop the soap ~
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When morning came I felt… horrific. With no other choice I had to lay beside Hank in Freya’s bed, hoping for sleep but being unable to achieve it. When the alarm began ringing, I felt relief for Hank would soon have to go to work, but he swiftly turned it off, saying he’d phone in sick so he could stay home today. That triggered it, a terrible sickness overcame me, and I walked myself to the bathroom, waiting for it to pass. Was this morning sickness? Did Freya have to go through this every morning?
<div id="speakHk">"You okay? The morning sickness phase should have passed by now. Maybe we should see a doctor."</div>
Why would anyone willingly get pregnant a second time if they had to experience this the first time around? Eventually it passed, but the feeling loomed over me, and I felt today was going to be a terrible day.
Hank was the biggest problem. He was overly protective. If I tried to get up he asked why, and whatever my excuse he’d say he’d handle it and force me to stay in bed. He brought me breakfast, followed by coffee, then he turned on the bedroom TV, and selected a show to stream while he sat next to me.
Finally, as lunchtime drew near, he finally got out of bed and I did the same. Getting downstairs was a challenge. I was in a body I wasn’t familiar with; one with an extra passenger. Going from a perfectly healthy teenage boy to pregnant adult woman was the most drastic change I’d experienced. I had to change how I walked, change how I breathed, and take constant breaks. How did Freya cope with this every single day?
As I was walking past the house phone it rang, and I instinctively picked it up.
<div id="speakFr">“Hello?”</div>
“Freya darling, I heard what happened!”
Speaking to me was a woman with a very high-class accent.
<div id="speakFr">“Heard what happened?”</div>
I enquired. Surely she wasn’t talking about the robbery last night.
“Oh yes darling, terrible business, sneaking into your home like that in the middle of the night.”
What the fuck? I hadn’t told anyone, and Hank had refused to leave my side so he wasn’t to blame either.
<div id="speakFr">“How did you find out about that?”</div>
“Oh you know me, I have my ways, now I simply must come round, do you have any further engagements today? What I am saying, of course you don’t. 2 PM. I’ll see you then.”
She hung up. Who the fuck was that anyway? I couldn’t stick around to find out. I had to get out of this house. If I had been myself I would have just walked out that door and headed there on foot. It would have only taken two hours... but in my current state... I didn’t even want to think about walking for that long.
<div id="speakFr">“Hank, can you take me drive me down to the high street?”</div>
I had no choice by to ask Freya’s husband for help.
<div id="speakHj">“What do you need dear? I’ll buy it for you. You stay here.”</div>
I had a feeling that would be his response.
<div id="speakFr">“I need to buy a new bra, these ones have been feeling uncomfortable.”</div>
Take that. It was an unwritten rule that men didn’t follow women when they were purchasing underwear. He went into thought, no doubt trying to find an excuse to keep me trapped here.
<div id="speakHk">“No. I won’t allowed it. I’ll call a specialist to do a home visit.”</div>
Oh fuck off. Those were the words I want to scream at him.
<div id="speakFr">“No Hank, that is too much.”</div>
I tried to keep my kind face on, but I was struggling.
<div id="speakHk">“No. You need to rest. I will not allow you to leave this house today. I am your slave, and anything you need done I will do it.”</div>
You’re the slave? I’m the one being kept here against my will. I tried, and tried, and tried to get Hank to leave, but it was impossible. He was determined to stay by my side and keep me imprisoned in this house.
My salvation came at the hands of one nosey neighbour. Trisha Cambelt, the woman who had called earlier, showed up at 2 PM sharp.
“Hello darling, oh have you repainted since I was last here?”
She asked, practically barging into the house. It seemed this was a regular occurrence as she went straight to the living room and sat down. While I didn’t want to have to pretend to be Freya in front of her social circle, I was thankful as she finally got Hank to leave me alone. Well, once Trisha was through with him.
“Oh Hank, you have a guest and a pregnant wife.”
Trisha called out from her seat in the living room.
“Proper manners forbid either of us from preparing the afternoon tea, now tell me Freya darling, what has been happening since my last visit?”
I didn’t know. I had no idea when her last visit was. What I did know however was her real reason for being here. She didn’t care about the mundane day to day things, she wanted to know everything about what had happened last night.
<div id="speakFr">“Well, how much do you know about last night, or should I start from the beginning?”</div>
“Oh yes darling, I only know what the police told me.”
I still didn’t know how she found out in the first place.
<div id="speakFr">“Well last night we heard someone entering the house, then creaking as he slowly ascended the stairs. Thankfully, Hank got the jump on him and knocked him unconscious, but since then Hank has been glued to my side.”</div>
Maybe I could get Trisha to help me.
<div id="speakFr">“But there was a mix up. See previously that day I’d been visiting a friend, and somehow their cell phone ended up in my bag. I set it on the hallway table so I’d remember about it, but the thief took it, and Hank mistook it as theirs and gave it to the police as evidence. Honestly, I’m quite worried I won’t be able to get it back. I need to get down to the police station and explain everything… but my husband won’t let me leave the house.”</div>
“Oh how troublesome.”
It felt good being able to explain my plight to someone.
“Well I’d be happy to lend a hand. It isn’t like your husband will keep me shackled here.”
She laughed at her own joke.
She was offering to retrieve my phone from the police station for me, but to do so she’d need some way to prove to them my story wasn’t a lie. The only solution I could think off to prove ownership would be to tell her the passcode. That would be a risk, but it could potentially be my only hope of returning to normal today.
<div id="choice">[[Take the risk]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Don’t take the risk]]</div>
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I wanted out of this body as soon as possible. Once I had the app back in my hands this whole situation would be easy to resolve. I described to Trisha what my phone looked like and told her the passcode.
<div id="speakFr">“It’s kind of urgent, could you head out and retrieve it soon?”</div>
I asked, trying not to sound needy.
“Of course Freya darling, I’ll be right back.”
She grabbed her coat and left, leaving me both relieved and nervous. With Trisha gone Hank returned from his hiding place and sat down next to me again.
<div id="speakHk">“That woman seems to always have her nose in it. Did she say how she heard about the robbery?”</div>
Hank asked the same question I’d been asking.
<div id="speakFr">“No. She was very vague about it.”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“Maybe I should file a complaint with the police. Obviously someone has been leaking information they should have.”</div>
That would be my guess. Filing a complaint would be wasted effort though. Redrock’s police weren’t the ideal policemen every cadet should aspire to be.
Trisha left for the police station while I waited patiently for her to return. With Trisha gone Hank returned to the living room to continue ‘comforting’ me.
<div id="speakHk">“Is something on your mind?”</div>
He asked after realising I was distracted.
<div id="speakFr">“Oh? I’m just thinking about last night.”</div>
Easy excuse. Unfortunately it was also an invitation for him to move in closer.
<div id="speakHk">“Don’t worry.”</div>
His face was inches from mine.
<div id="speakHk">“I’ll always be here to protect you.”</div>
I had no doubt about that. I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried.
<div id="speakFr">“Trisha will be back soon.”</div>
I explained, hoping that would ruin the mood. I could tell Hank wasn’t fond of Trisha. He had tried to avoid her while she was here.
<div id="speakHk">“Oh… how soon?”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“I asked her to do something for me, so as soon as she is done with that.”</div>
<div id="speakHk">“You could have asked me.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“It’s a woman to woman kind of thing.”</div>
I winked, pretending it was some big secret that men weren’t permitted to know. Thankfully it worked, and Hank dropped the subject. Knowing Trisha could return at any minute he didn’t try to get frisky. We waited, and waited. It shouldn’t have taken this long. The longer I waited the more concerned I grew.
<div id="speakHk">“Oh? Is that a police car?”</div>
Hank spotted it before I did. A police car had just pulled up to our house, and a lone office got out. Hank stood up to get the door, and I got closer so I could hear what was said.
“I need to speak with your wife Hank.”
The officer explained.
<div id="speakHk">“What’s this about?”</div>
“Private matters. I’ll need you to wait in the back of my car.”
I panicked, and not because I feared the worst, but because nothing about this situation made sense. A lone police-officer? Police in this city always worked in pairs. And why did Hank need to wait outside? Hank was confused as well, but he was the kind of guy that would do whatever a police officer asked him to. He got into the back of the car as the officer stepped into the living room. His body posture gave away what was really going on before he said it.
“Guess who Freya darling.”
Ah fuck. She’d used the app. I had to pretend that I had no idea what was going on?
<div id="speakFr">“F-Freya darling? Who are you?”</div>
I felt a nervous twitch under my eye.
“It’s me, Trisha Cambelt, but look at me now, I’m a big sexy police officer.”
<div id="speakFr">“Trisha? How did that happen?”</div>
“Well Freya darling, it turns out that that boy’s phone has this weird application on it that lets me switch bodies with whoever I want. Modern technology I guess, probably Korean.”
<div id="speakFr">“Oh wow, can you show it to me?”</div>
I asked, trying to sound surprised and genuine.
“Oh yes, I…”
She touched her black trousers.
“Oh, it must still be on my body.”
I mentally slapped myself.
<div id="speakFr">“And where is your body?”</div>
I was practically gritting my teeth, forcing those words out while I contained my true emotions.
“Well at the police station I guess.”
<div id="speakFr">“We have to get my phone and…”</div>
“Your phone? I thought you said it belonged to a friend?”
At this stage I was willing to let the truth slip. It might help her understand the situation I was in and why I needed my phone back.
<div id="speakFr">“It belongs to me because I am that friend! I’m not Freya, she’s currently inside my body, which is wherever she was taken as Hank knocked her out last night.”</div>
“You… you’re a man?”
Was that her first concern.
<div id="speakFr">“This is all an accident. My objective was to teach Hank a lesson, but things escalated when he attacked me. I can explain it all in detail later. Right now, I need to get to my phone and return everything to normal or else I’ll be stuck like this forever, and Freya could end up in prison inside my body.”</div>
“Well, we should hurry then.”
That was the smartest thing she said all day. We rushed back to her car, kicked Hank out on his ass and drove away without telling him what was going on. Trisha turned on the sirens and blitzed through the city at full speed. The police station was soon in sight and we pulled up outside. I moved my body as face as I could, squeezing out seat and carrying myself up the steps. Trisha opened the door, and I followed her inside.
“Officer Walsh?”
Standing in the lobby looking confused was Trisha’s original body. They quickly grabbed Trisha by the collar and shook her.
“Walsh, return my body immediately! I’m your superior and I’ll have you kicked from the force!”
To simplify what I was witnessing. Walsh, whose body Trisha had taken, had used the app to take the body of his superior, who was now blaming Trisha thinking she was Walsh.
<div id="speakFr">“That isn’t Walsh.”</div>
I explained to him.
<div id="speakFr">“She’s a victim just like you.”</div>
I didn’t have time to tell them the truth. It had gotten too complicated.
<div id="speakFr">“Where did the person who took your body go?”</div>
“I don’t know, I thought you were him.”
<div id="speakFr">“We need to find him.”</div>
And we quickly did, or rather we quickly found the body of Walsh’s superior, but the real Walsh had already moved on. Our search party grew in size as more victims were discovered, and soon he found the real Walsh, and he was already behind bars.
“You have to help me.” He begged. “One of the criminals we arrested last night took the magic phone.”
<div id="speakFr">“You’ve got to be shitting me.”</div>
The wild goose chase continued, and the number of victims grew and grew the longer the chase went on. Some people were harder to track then others, and the increasing number if victims was beginning to gain attention. Sudden cramps hit me hard as my endurance reached its limit. I couldn’t go on and had no choice but to withdraw from the chase.
<div id="choice">[[Next|GossipEnd]]</div>
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It wasn’t a risk I was going to take. Being stuck in this body for a little while longer, or risk being stuck like this forever, I’d take the minor discomfort over that risk. Trisha was a naturally nosey person. I could tell that much from my brief time with her. You could place an unlocked stranger’s phone in the middle of a marked minefield, and she’d still go after it to find out what was on it.
<div id="speakFr">“That’s alright. I’ll tell my friend what has happened, and they can retrieve it themselves.”</div>
It wasn’t like Hank could keep an eye on me all the time. We continued to chat ideally, and I vented my frustration at any chance I was given. I complained about the postal service, late buses, rude shop keepers and much more. It felt good. I didn’t even notice as over two hours snuck by.
“Well I must get going, but it was wonderful speaking to you Freya darling.”
Trisha gave me a light hug as she departed.
<div id="speakFr">“Stay safe.”</div>
I walked her get into her car and drive off, waving to her as she disappeared. Then the moment of realisation hit me. I was acting like a middle-aged woman. I looked around, double checking to see if Hank was about. Silently I headed upstairs to get my coat, but the journey took that much out of me I had to take a short break once I was at the top, and that was when Hank found me.
<div id="speakHk">“Good news dear, I’ve booked us a table for two at Chilli’s tonight.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Oh how lovely.”</div>
I said to him, thinking the complete opposite. By the time I had an opportunity to finally escape this house it was too late. The police station was already closed to the public. Well I might as well try to enjoy dinner.
To my surprise, I did. Chilli’s wasn’t an expensive restaurant by any means. From the outside it looked like your standard slightly outdated Indian restaurant. Inside the decor was very traditional, but where it really mattered was the food, and the food was amazing. On the subject of food I finally found some common ground with Hank. It was the first time today I enjoyed talking with him.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|PRoute2]]</div>
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Throughout the wild goose chase there was something was especially feared, and that was that someone would use the mass memory alteration. Fortunately, the chase ended before that happened, but in the worst possible way. When the app’s battery ran out there was a panic, and in that panic my phone had been destroyed leaving everyone involved with no way to turn back.
In total nearly thirty people had lost their original body thanks to the app before the body swapping rampage came to an end. Not everyone was unhappy, those who had swapped an undesirable body for a better one were happy with their trade, while the person on the other end was left horrified by what had happened to them. The government had stepped in to try and resolve things, and we surprisingly accepting of what had happened. People’s identities were being corrected so they could return to their previous lives, or at least try. It would be hard for some families to adjust to a new face in their household.
Some of them hoped the government would be able to repair the app. For two months I was one of them, praying that I’d be able to return to my original body before Freya's due date came. My prayers went unanswered, and when my water broke, I knew that was it. It was time to go to the hospital and face a fate that karma had decided I deserve.
~ End – Never trust a gossip ~
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The next morning came, and this time I didn’t feel as bad as I had yesterday. I’d learned how to move this body properly now, giving me more freedom of movement than what I had yesterday. As always Hank was over protective, but I was beginning to appreciate that side of him. For the first time since this had happened, I thought to myself ‘maybe this isn’t so bad after all’.
Then I remember what was on today’s schedule, an ultra sound at the hospital. I was nervous, nervous was I got dressed, nervous as I got into the car with Hank, and nervous as I lay on the table, and the nurse started the ultrasound.
Then came the moment I looked at the monitor, saw the little bundle of joy inside me. Maternal instinct took over, and I felt joy. It was strange feeling. The child wasn’t mine, yet I was the one carrying it. Ultimately the experience left me conflicted.
After returning home Hank had to go back into work giving me perfect opportunity to finally get to the police station. Finally, I was able to do what he’d been preventing me from doing yesterday. I got the first bus I could. Soon I entered the station and approached the reception desk praying for the best.
<div id="speakFr">“Hello, I’m here about a crime that was committed in my house yesterday morning.”</div>
I spoke formally in the hope of making it as simple as possible for the clerk to help me. I gave her my details, and she looked up the report on her computer.
“Let’s see. Yesterday morning around 2 AM we arrested Jake Polk for burglary. He was released this morning without charge.”
<div id="speakFr">“Huh?”</div>
Jake Polk? Released? The look of confusion on my face must have been very clear as the clerk tried to clear up the details.
“According to his lawyer Jake suffers from confusion, and he accidently wandered into your house, which wasn’t locked, where your husband assaulted him. Unfortunately, in the eyes of the law, your husband has committed the more serious crime by almost choking him to death, and potentially caused permanent brain damage.”
<div id="speakFr">“Where is he?”</div>
I didn’t need all these extra details. I needed to know where he was, and more importantly where my phone is.
<div id="speakFr">“When he was arrested my husband gave a phone as evidence.”</div>
I explained.
“We returned it to him when we released him.” Fuck. This was bad.
<div id="speakFr">“Thank you for your help.”</div>
I walked away, panicking over what I’d do next. Could I ask where he went? No, she wouldn’t know. Wait, she said that my phone had been returned to him! I reached into my pocket and pulled out Freya’s phone. I began to type in my own number and hoped Freya would answer. After a few rings she picked up.
<div id="speakAngela">“What did you do to me?”</div>
She immediately demanded.
<div id="speakFr">“Where are you?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“As if I’d ever tell you. I demand answers, give them to me or else.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“I…”</div>
I was about to lie to her. I wanted to create a story that could misled her about the nature of my powers, that would trick her into meeting with me, and when her guard was done, to reclaim my phone and use it to fix this.
However, she had my phone, and that meant there was a huge possibility that she knew who I really was. If she knew the truth, and I lied to her, this situation would become much much worst.
<div id="speakFr">“Freya, I’m Joe, two days ago you made a joke about swapping bodies with your husband, and when I came to fulfil that request I accidently swapped us instead.”</div>
A pause, then she answered.
<div id="speakAngela">“I see. That explains why your phone was found at the scene.”</div>
She knew who my phone belonged to.
<div id="speakDave">“Do you know what you’ve put me through? I woke up handcuffed to a hospital bed with a bastard of a detective watching over me. Thankfully I know a great lawyer and with some clever lying able to get her to get me out.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Freya, we need to switch back.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Oh?”</div>
She began laughing.
<div id="speakAngela">“No.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Huh?”</div>
Was she serious.
<div id="speakAngela">“I feel like spreading my wings a little and give this body you’ve given me a proper test drive.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Freya!”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Freya? That’s your name. I’ll contact you when I’m bored, until then, get to know me a little better.”</div>
She hung up. Was she fucking serious? I tried calling her again, but my phone had been switched off. Contact me when she got bored? How long would that be? I had no idea where she was or what she was doing. This city was massive. Powerless, I returned to the bus stop. When I got on I saw not a single seat was free, but there were still some pockets of kindness in this society, and someone made way for me to sit down.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|PRoute3]]</div>
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Another morning came. This time I didn’t wake up feeling horrible. I wondered where Freya had slept? How was she even financing herself right now? I hoped that the desire for a warm bed, and a husband who’d do anything for her would lure her back here soon.
I’d never admit to it, but I was starting to enjoy this experience. Maybe it was because I knew that struggling was useless. My fate was entirely in Freya’s hand, so all I could really do was relax while I waited.
<div id="speakHk">“You seem in a good mood today.”</div>
Hank whispered.
<div id="speakHk">“I was beginning to get worried about you.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Sorry… Hey, I’m sick of being stuck in here, let’s go out and do something today.”</div>
Just because I had no control over my fate didn’t mean I needed to just sit around being bored. Even with this body there was plenty I could do to keep myself entertained.
<div id="speakHk">“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”</div>
He playfully kissed me on the cheek. That was as far as I was willing to take it. I still wasn’t used to the idea of having a husband yet. Admittingly though, it wasn’t all that bad having someone willing to do anything for you. If Freya was going to force me to live her life for a while, I was going to take full advantage of all the perks that came with it. Ordering my husband around was just one of them, and torturing her husband by spending an unnecessary amount of time pretending to shop for clothes was another. I didn’t plan to buy anything, but somehow the impulse to buy a new pair of shoes took over, and I, or rather Hank, left the shop carrying a large bag.
For lunch we ate at an unusual café that wasn’t somewhere I’d had ever eaten by myself or invited a friend to but being here with Hank made it feel normal.
<div id="speakHk">“Don’t hold back, order anything you want.”</div>
Hank suggested.
<div id="speakFr">“I won’t, after all I’m eating for two.”</div>
I joked, then felt a sense of weirdness hit. Maybe I was getting too cosy with this situation, but hey, what else could I do? After lunch Hank had to go back to work to take care of something. I was left alone at home with free rein to do whatever I wanted. I turned on the TV, found a series to stream, and spent the rest of the afternoon in one spot. This was freedom.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|PRoute4]]</div>
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The sun rose, and with it so did Hank.
<div id="speakHk">“Sorry dear, they really need me at the bank today.”</div>
Hank kissed me on the forehead, then on my round belly. I at first detested receiving his affection, but then again I also originally detested being in this body. Since I had no commitments I stayed in bed, listening to the patter of Hank putting on his work suit, the jingle as he grabbed his keys, and roar as he turned on his car engine. After that silence returned, and I began to drift back to sleep. Suddenly the doorbell rang. What bad timing, Hank had just left. I reluctantly got out of bed and made my way to the door., but there was no need for me to open it as they had left themselves in with a spare key.
<div id="speakAngela">“Hey Freya.”</div>
Called out a man that it took me a moment to recognise. It was Freya, still in the same body I had when I swapped with her. The only difference being her clothes were a mess, she was missing a tooth and was wearing non-matching shoes.
<div id="speakFr">“What hell happened to you?”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“I think the term they used was, ‘a normal lad’s night out’.”</div>
Freya joked, giving an immature smile. “I’ve been waiting for nearly an hour for Hank to leave. Has he figured out that you aren’t me?”
<div id="speakFr">“No, he hasn’t.”</div>
I sounded bitter. Maybe it was because she had ruined my peaceful morning
<div id="speakAngela">“You don’t seem as desperate to change back as I imagined you’d be.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Desprate? Why would I be? You have a massive house, a rich husband, can stay in bed a long as you want, and…”</div>
I stopped myself. I shouldn’t be praising her.
<div id="speakAngela">“Well I’ve had my fun, so can you return us to normal now?”</div>
She must not know about the Reborn App. I mean, why would she? It just felt unusual for some mysterious reason that someone had obtained my phone, yet never learnt about the great secret hidden within it.
<div id="speakFr">“First I need to make sure you haven’t been fucking about with my life. My phone if you would.”</div>
She searching her pockets, showing uncertainty if she even still had my phone.
<div id="speakAngela">“I might have lost it…”</div>
Those words chilled my spine.
<div id="speakAngela">“No wait, here it is.”</div>
She handed it over to me, and the first thing I noticed was that the battery was dead. No surprise I guess.
<div id="speakFr">“I’m going to charge it.”</div>
<div id="speakAngela">“Hey turn us back first!”</div>
She protested, how ironic.
<div id="speakFr">“You’ve made me wait this long, what’s wrong with me making you wait for a bit?”</div>
That wait however gave me time to think. I found Hank’s universal charger and plugged my phone in. While I waited I thought about everything that had happened this week. It had started off as the worst experience in my life, but I’d gotten used to it, and come to appreciate how luxurious a life Freya lived compared to mine. Then there was Hank, and let’s not forget about the little one growing up inside me. I’d grown attached, did I really want to give it all up?
<div id="choice">[[It’s time to return to my own life]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[I’m going to keep this life]]</div>
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I switched on my phone and selected the Reborn App. This body must be influencing my mind. I never intended for this to happen, and it was time to fix that mistake.
<div id="speakFr">“Freya.”</div>
I called out, selecting the poser.
<div id="speakFr">“Fall into a trance and don’t wake up until someone says your name.”</div>
Freya’s eyes became vacant as she fell into a trance. I took a seat next then selected us with the body swap.
<div id="speakFr">“See you little one.”</div>
I said to my round belly. With the press of a button I pulled our souls from our bodies and swapped them. Instantly I threw myself backwards as my sense of balance was completely off. I’d been supporting the extra weight for so long I took me a minute to adjust to how I should be.
<div id="speakAngela">“Ouch, what the hell did she do to this body?”</div>
Freya had been hiding it, but this body bloody hurt. I felt like I’d just woken up from sleeping on a cold bed of bricks. It was an easy problem to solve. With the press of a button I was once again Joe in body and mind.
<div id="speakMC">“It’s good to be back.”</div>
I stretched out my arms.
<div id="speakMC">“Wake up Freya.”</div>
Life returned to her eyes.
<div id="speakFr">“What happened? Joe, you’re back to being you!”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“And you’re back to being you.”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Yes… I am…”</div>
She rubbed her belly with a maternal smile.
<div id="speakFr">“Sorry I wasn’t with you little one, but mommy needed a break. So now what happens?”</div>
She asked me.
<div id="speakMC">“Well, since nobody ever found out that we’d swapped I can just erase your memory and that will be that or…”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Or?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Or I don’t, but you promise to tell no-one, and if you ever need a break from being you, I’m sure I can arrange something.”</div>
Freya hadn’t told anyone what had really happened. Her first instinct had been to have some fun instead of fighting the change. I felt I could trust her to continue keeping this secret.
<div id="speakFr">“I’d like that, but maybe after I’ve lost some weight.”</div>
She joked, rubbing her belly. There was nothing left to say. I said my farewells and left Freya’s house. What an eventful few days this had been.
I returned to my home, and my family didn’t think anything unusual of my absence on account of my order not to. Family huh? Maybe I’d spent some extra time with them this week, after all, I didn’t know what next week would bring.
<div id="choice">[[Week3]]</div>
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I laughed, finding it amusing Freya could just march back into this house and expect everything to go back to the way it used to be. She’d forced me to continue living as her, and as a result I was going to do something I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. I targeted Freya with the app, changing her image back to my normal one.
<div id="speakMC">“What did you do?”</div>
She asked, grabbing a mirror.
<div id="speakMC">“Why am I you?”</div>
<div id="speakFr">“Because that’s how you are going to look from now on.”</div>
As my words sunk in I was already taking the next step.
<div id="speakMC">“What do you mean?”</div>
She was beginning to sense my intentions, but it was already too late.
<div id="speakFr">“I can do more than simply swap our bodies. I can alter your memories and your thoughts. No, not just alter, I can steal them as well.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Stop it! Whatever you are doing stop!”</div>
She ordered. Fortunately I wasn’t under the influence of the poser so had compulsion to obey her. On the other hand, as she reached out to try and grab me I sent her order right back at her.
<div id="speakFr">“Whatever you are doing stop!”</div>
I ordered, and her body froze in place.
<div id="speakFr">“This won’t take long.”</div>
I exchanged memories, exchanged personalities, exchanged everything that made us who we were. Freya ceased to be Freya and I ceased to be Joe. Normally I’d have erased all memory of the Reborn App, but I didn’t. Instead I gave it to him. I didn’t need a magical smartphone app. I had a rich husband, a huge house and a lovely baby on the way. There was no place for the app in my new life.
When the new Joe returned home he’d have a set of fake memories that he was under order to never question. He’d believe that he’d spent this week doing mundane activities, and that when Freya visited he chose to not get involved instead of coming up with the idea of doing a switcheroo.
As for my memories, I merged them with Freya’s creating an identity that was little bit of Joe, but indistinguishable from Freya.
<div id="choice">[[Someday In The Future|MothEnd]]</div>
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The day had come, after 9 months, well 2 months really, I was being rushed to the hospital as our little bundle of joy had decided it was time to leave mommy. With Hank by my side I was given a bed in the maternity ward where I’d be spending the next few days of my life.
Hours passed, and my contractions got worse, and worse, and I began to question why had I ever decided this was a good idea? Why was it taking so long? I wanted it to end already, but it was only truly just beginning. The doctors gathered around me, telling me when to breathe and when to push, all the while I had Hank’s hand in mine, clutching it as hard as I could to share some of the pain I was going through.
Then it happened, everything in the world just lost its meaning as I heard the sound of crying coming from between my legs. The doctor handed Hank a bundle of blankets with a little bald head poking out. He stepped over to me, and handed me our child. Nothing else in the world mattered. This was my reward for everything I’d gone through to get here.
I was no longer just an average Joe, I was a mother.
~ End – A Little Life ~
This skip lead to the option of choosing to get a disguise before sneaking into Freya's house.
[[Join Jeremy and the fantasy gang]]
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I followed Stacy’s voice and did my best to use what little vision I had to avoid obstacles. It wasn’t as hard as it sounded. Stacy used a ride share app to call in some transport. Most of the next twenty minutes was spent in the back of a car. At this stage I was confident that Stacy had something good planned. She wouldn’t go through all this extra effort otherwise. Upon arriving at our destination I remained blinded folded. I was hoping to hear her talk to a hotel clerk or someone similar, but she just led me through a door of what appeared to a someone’s home. From their front door I then proceeded to what I assumed was a bedroom. The door was shut behind me. Stacy pulled the curtains close then finally pulled the hat from my head. To my relief I wasn’t surrounded by an audience. I’d been fearing one of those pranks that were abundant in teen dramas. The only person in this room with me was Stacy.
<div id="speakMC">“Nice room, so whose house did we break into?”</div>
I joked.
<div id="speakStacy">“I had a key. This bungalow belongs to a friend of mine. She gave me permission to use when I wanted to have some fun behind my parents back.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I see, so this was the place that’s open.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“I suppose you could stay that, but that wasn’t what I was referring too.”</div>
My follow up to that statement was more predictable than a straight line.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh? What were you referring to then?”</div>
She smiled and maintained eye contact with me as she saw on the bed and spread her legs.
<div id="speakStacy">“Need I say it?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Nope.”</div>
I had all the invitation I needed. I stepped forward and firmly put my arm behind Stacy as I planted a kiss on her lips.
<div id="speakStacy">“Mmm… that tasted like your first kiss.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Hardly.”</div>
Even if it was, I wouldn’t tell her. I had the knowledge of several sports stars in my head. I knew their techniques for when on the field, and also their techniques for when in bed with a woman. That was more experience than what most porn stars had. For me it was all about turning that knowledge into action. Our coats were flung to either side of the bed. Our lustful teenage bodies quickly broke free from the constraints of clothing, and we threw ourselves onto the soft mattress.
<div id="speakStacy">“I have to admit Joe, at the start of this week I’d never have imagined consenting to this… but fuck I’m glad I did.”</div>
She placed both her hands on my firm footballer abs.
<div id="speakStacy">“You did well to hide these. Hmmm what else are you hiding?”</div>
With a firm tug my boxers came down. Stacy smiled when she saw my fully erect penis.
<div id="speakStacy">“Better than I thought. I can’t tell you how disappointing it is when guys talk big, but then you discover that’s all that’s big.”</div>
She wrapped her hand around my shaft then began stroking it. Shit the pleasure was too good. I might actually cum just from her touching me. I knew that was a bedroom sin.
<div id="speakMC">“Before we get started, I should probably let my family I might be home late.”</div>
I moved back realising the sin I’d been about to commit.
<div id="speakStacy">“That’s true, we might be here until morning.”</div>
She rolled off the bed and we both fished out our phones. In truth I wasn’t contacting my family. I was quickly accessing the Reborn app and targeting myself. I checked my body’s stats and saw the problem. My dick sensitivity was way too high. One of those footballers whose body I’d merged into mine must have been hypersensitive. I quickly fixed that. As for my family, they didn’t care what time I stayed out till. I foreseen that problem so had issued an order so they wouldn’t think anything off it if I arrived home very late or not at all. After that I switched my phone to silent and returned to bed.
Thanks to my quick body modification I was able to withstand Stacy’s hand job with ease. She almost seemed disappointed, as if her goal had been to make me cum using just her hands.
<div id="speakStacy">“Impressive Joe. You must really be experienced, but can you hold up against me?”</div>
I felt her breathe on my dick. Then came contact as her tongue guided my dick into her mouth. This took the pleasure to the next level. She worked her mouth, demonstrating that was she no amateur.
<div id="speakStacy">“Wow Joe, not even a drop. Fuck using a condom, you clearly have more than enough self-control.”</div>
That was putting a lot of trust in me.
<div id="speakMC">“I never figured you for someone who likes to live dangerously.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“And I never figured you… well there are just too many ways for me to finish that sentence. Now are you going to fuck me or aren’t you?”</div>
I answered that question with my cock. I droved it deep into her hungry moist puss. It felt great. Stacy had been doing all the work until now so it was my time to take control. <<click "I grabbed her hips">><<replace "#imago">>[img[images/StacyScene.png]]<</replace>><</click>> and delivered powerful thrusts that made the bed rock and bang against the wall.
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<div id="speakStacy">“Joe! You’re fucking amazing! How are you so good at everything?”</div>
I didn’t answer that. I just kept on pumping her with my cock. Stacy’s moans filled the room, covering up the sound of each of my grunts as I thrust into her.
<div id="speakStacy">“I’m going to fucking cum!”</div>
Stacy yelled loudly as if she wanted the world to hear. She wasn’t lying as a moment later her body tensed up, squeezing my cock as a flood of juices squirted out of her. I felt my cock craving for release. A part of me wanted to unleashed my load inside her, but I wasn’t about to betray her expectations. I pulled out and then unleashed my load, spraying her stomach with my white spray. That felt good. Stacy was completely exhausted, yet I felt better than ever. Send in the next woman, or failing that, send in something that would put up a good fist fight like a bear or gorilla. I felt like I could take on the world. Was this what it felt like to be a winner? If so, then I don’t think I’d ever give this up.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future|WK2END1]]</div>
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I had little time to do this
<div id="speakMC">“Mr Hopper can you fetch my phone for me?”</div>
I didn’t need to give him a reason. He was under the control of the poser so without questioning it headed inside and retrieved my phone. If I was to become Stacy then she’d need to become me. First, I used the poser to issue a rapid series of orders, then I began transferring her memories to me, and an altered copy of my memories to her.
<div id="speakMC">“Here goes.”</div>
I selected the body swap function, targeted myself and Stacy, and hit apply. Our souls were exchanged across the pitch.
“Stacy are you okay?”
One of Stacy’s teammates tapped me on the shoulder.
<div id="speakStacy">“I was just envisioning myself kicking Jacob’s ass!”</div>
I declared with vigour, punching the air. I sounded confident, but I wasn’t. This was Stacy’s body, the body of a high school girl, not the body of a high school boy enhanced with the athleticism of the city’s best players. I could feel the differences everywhere, and knew I had to get used to them fast. This was not going to be easy.
I looked back to my real body. Under my command Stacy believed she was me, and as instructed handed my phone back to Mr Hopper then returned to the pitch. Mr Hopper blew the whistle and then play resumed. There was no time for me to get used to this body. I had to go all out from the very beginning. Jacob wasn’t expecting it. I got the ball past him using a high-level technique and used the surprise to drive home a goal out of nowhere. I was now just one point behind, but that technique wouldn’t work a second time.
<div id="speakJac">“What happened to you during half-time? I hope you didn’t resort to steroids.”</div>
Jacob mocked my improved performance.
<div id="speakStacy">“Half-time? That was just the warm up round. The real game begins now.”</div>
Being Stacy was having an affect on my brain. I couldn’t stop myself answering Jacob’s provocations. The game resumed, and Jacob instantly put everything he had into destroying us. I put everything I had into stopping him and his team, and I wasn’t alone. The harder I tried the harder my teammates tried. They were determined to not be the weak link for Jacob to exploit. It was a back fourth game as neither of us managed to score. Sweat was pouring off everyone as the sun beamed down on us. They still had the advantage. I had to do something. Jacob would win when Mr Hopper blew the final whistle.
<div id="speakStacy">“Jacob, I’m not through yet.”</div>
I taunted.
<div id="speakJac">“Doesn’t look like way to me. Just give up, the result will be the same.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“I’ve still got one trick up my sleeve.”</div>
<div id="speakJac">“Oh? Let’s see it then.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Since you asked for it.”</div>
I quickly adverted my gaze; double checking Mr Hopper wasn’t watching. I then grabbed Jacob’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
<div id="speakStacy">“Pass!”</div>
I shouted as I did so. The ball came my way, and with Jacob temporarily blinded I had a free shot on goal. I scored, and Jacob immediately accused me of cheating. Well he wasn’t wrong, but I knew how to handle him.
<div id="speakJac">“Hey, that was unfair!”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Non-sense, if it was unfair the referee would done something.”</div>
Mr Hopper had only now noticed something was up. He checked his watch and deciding enough time had passed he blew the final whistle.
<div id="speakStacy">“That’s that, three to me and three to you, guess it’s penalties… unless you’re afraid you’ll lose.”</div>
<div id="speakJac">“Oh? That’s rich. You don’t stand a chance… so long you don’t cheat.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Oh no, you’ve figured out my plan. What will I do now?”</div>
I joked, well kind off. I had this in the bag. I returned to Mr Hopper and ordered him to give me my phone.
“I don’t have your phone Stacy.”
<div id="speakStacy">“Huh?”</div>
Oh shit. Don’t tell me he wasn’t obeying my order because I wasn’t myself anymore? I looked around for my body. He was walking off the pitch celebrating a win with his teammates. I ran after him, but clucking sounds from Jacob pulled me right back. I didn't need the app to kick his ass!
I took the first shot, hoping to inspire my teammates, and to learn a little about Jacob’s goalkeeper that I could pass on. I achieved both. Scoring a clean goal, and spotting a flaw in the keeper’s technique. I quickly passed on my knowledge, giving clear instructions to my teammates in the hopes it would help them. I also insisted that I be the one to try and save against Jacob’s team. I had crucial knowledge my teammates didn’t. That knowledge served me well in saving the first, second, third and fourth shot. Unfortunately, Jacob’s goal keeper was just as successful.
It came down to the final shot. We had scored one and missed four. They had missed four and had one shot left to take. Jacob stepped forward to take it. This was it. If I saved this then… shit! Jacob kicked it before I was done preparing. He scored, pushing us to sudden death.
<div id="speakJac">“First to score wins. I’ll go first since you cheated earlier.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Fine.”</div>
I remained in nets, this time fully prepared for him. He ran up, then booted the ball with all his might. I threw my body to the side, stretching it, and praying, that I’d make it. The ball touched my fingertips, and that was enough to stop it going in. I stood up clutching the ball as my teammates cheered.
I’d gone through so much, and it wasn’t even over yet. Jacob’s keeper stepped forward to replace me, but Jacob stopped him.
<div id="speakJac">“I’ll handle this.”</div>
It was personal now. Jacob and me. I placed the ball on the penalty spot and locked eyes with Jacob. This ended now. If I didn’t make this I wasn’t sure I could will myself to go on. Everything I had left went into one final kick. The moment I kicked that ball I felt like time had slowed. It was as the ball was moving in slow motion towards Jacob, and I felt dread as it appeared he’d catch it, but as time accelerated my emotions changed. He’d misjudged it. Jacob desperately tried to correct his dive, but the ball glided over him, and into the back of the net.
I’d never felt so relieved, then the adrenaline hit me like a truck and I let out a victorious roar. I’d never felt so alive. Jacob picked himself up, and I was pounced on by my teammates.
“Oh man, did we really just lose?”
One of Jacob’s teammates couldn’t believe it.
“We did it! We beat Jacob!”
I was surrounded by praise and energy. It had been tough, and right now I just wanted a long shower. As a little bonus I’d be having my shower in the girls locker room. I was so lost in the rush of what had happened I forgot about everything else. In the shower room I stripped away my sweat covered clothing, and let the warm water rinse the rest of the sweat from my body. Speaking of which, Stacy was as you’d expect incredibly fit. I traced my fingers along the contours of her body. In the showers around me her teammates were also stood naked as water washed away the dirt. I had gotten quite the reward for my efforts. I chuckled thinking about the current situation I’d gotten myself into. Tomorrow I'd be playing against myself.
I couldn’t deny the thrill and excitement I’d felt today when I won. I stepped out of the shower still pondering if I should continue as Stacy or myself. I stopped to admire the underwear Stacy had packed for herself to change into after her shower. She’d also bought a second cheap pair to give to Jacob if she lost. Hmm, since I’d won that meant Jacob had to give me his. I laughed thinking about it.
<div id="speakStacy">“C’mon girls, let’s go claim our prize.”</div>
I cheered my teammates on, and we left the changing room to find Jacob alone waiting.
<div id="speakJac">“Here.”</div>
He thrust out a carrier bag containing five pairs of boxer shorts.
<div id="speakJac">“As promised. I’m a man of my word… and I’ll admit, you girls played very well. I guess my coach was right, I have been slacking on my training.”</div>
He wasn’t as bitter about losing as I’d thought he'd be. If he’d enjoyed the match as much as I had then that was understandable.
<div id="speakStacy">“Thanks, and listen, you need special lessons from someone much better than you then don’t be afraid to ask.”</div>
I of course still rubbed the fact he’d lost in his face. To the victor went the bragging rights.
<div id="speakJac">“Haha, you haven’t won this tournament yet remember. I’ll be giving Joe some pointers on how to beat you. Don’t expect it to be easy.”</div>
Jacob walked away laughing, joining up with the rest of his team. It was time to find ‘Joe’ and figure out how to trick him into giving me back the Reborn App. The boys locker room was empty, and Mr Hopper explained that ‘Joe’ had already gone home, taking his phone with him.
“Stacy, we’re all starving, let’s go celebrate.”
I could always sort everything out tomorrow. I left school with my teammates, still riding that high that our victory had brought us.
<div id="choice">[[Next Day|SuperStarEx2]]</div>
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Having Stacy’s memories made slipping into her life easy. Her mother, father, and both her brothers didn’t suspect a thing as I spoke with them, gloating about my victory over Jacob and how the tournament was as good as won. She had a pretty cosy life, but that was her life, and right now she was living mine. The best time to approach her would be during lunch. Dave was still absent with whatever disease had bedridden him so I found 'Joe' eating alone.
<div id="speakStacy">“Hey ‘Joe’.”</div>
I greeted, sitting down opposite him.
<div id="speakMC">“Oh hello, great game yesterday. Looks like it’ll be us in the finals.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah. I can’t wait. So how about a little bet? The underwear thing is stupid, but we can both agree adding some stakes would make things interesting right?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“I guess it would…”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Great. So it’s nothing serious, but how about whoever wins gets to unrestricted access to the losers phone for five minutes in which they can do whatever they want?”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
He found my suggestion odd.
<div id="speakMC">“Why?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Like I said it’s nothing serious. You can message whoever you want in my contacts, or post whatever you want on my social media if you win, and likewise I can do the same to you if I win.”</div>
Of course my true goal was just to get my phone back. I had made the mistake of not issuing Stacy with an order to do whatever I say before swapping with her. This was the most natural way to get back the app. It wasn’t like I’d lose to this guy anyway.
<div id="speakMC">“Sure, I accept, I’m going to win so it doesn’t make much a difference to me.”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Fantastic, I’ll see you on the pitch.”</div>
I walked away, laughing to myself. Him? Beat me? Don’t make me laugh. I had the knowledge of the cities beat athletes behind me, meanwhile what did he… have… shit. How much of those memories did he have? I’d find out in a few hours.
The time came, and a good number of spectators had turned out to see the final. Even Jacob had showed up to show his support. Nobody would have predicted that the final would be a group of under performers against Stacy’s all girl team. It was me against myself, what a weird situation I’d created. We were both ready, and Mr Hopper blew the whistle to kick it off. Instantly I realised this wasn’t going to be easy. ‘Joe’ used the skills he’d acquired to use, preforming an advance technique to get the ball past me, or he would have had I not foreseen it. I barely managed to snatch the ball from him, and tried to take it down the middle of the field to score but he was too fast on his recovery. I was forced to pass, and like a blood house he went after the recipient. She panicked and past it back, and ‘Joe’ immediately changed target. He was a huge threat and put us under a lot of pressure. His endurance was also incredible high, so he’d be able to keep this up for most of the match. We were forced to play defensively, all the while Joe’s teammates tried to help him but lacked the understanding he did. The special lessons I’d given Stacy’s teammates put them at a level above Joe’s teammates, but Stacy’s body didn’t have anywhere near the power ‘Joe’s’ did. I regretted the changes I’d made to my body as I found myself on the receiving end of them. When Mr Hopper blew the half-time whistle, the score was still zero a piece. The difference would come in the final half. The difference in our endurance levels would become a major hindrance.
We soon returned to the pitch, and Mr Hopper blew the whistle to resume play. Joe once again went on the attack, putting everyone else on the defensive. This was hell, he was so good that I didn’t get a chance to do anything. Why did I make that bet? I wasn’t going to be able to get my phone back if this continued. If this went to penalties, I could kiss my old life good bye.
Opportunity. It didn’t need to be perfect, I just needed the slightest hope to turn this around. It came when a teammate passed me the ball. I could have past it on to keep it safe from ‘Joe’, but I didn’t. Instead I charged the net, and felt ‘Joe’ right behind me. I didn’t have a clear shot, heck I barely had a shot, but I bet everything in the tiny chance I had blasted the ball with everything I had praying to the god of luck to make it happen. It didn’t. Joe’s keeper swatted the ball away towards ‘Joe’, but just when I thought it was over one of Stacy’s teammates ran in, intercepting it and a passing it back to me for a much clear shot. That was all I needed. There was a cheer as I sunk the ball into the back of net, and I dropped to my knees, sweat dripping onto the grass.
I’d done it, I’d won. Soon the final whistle blew, and I was surrounded by cheers as those around me celebrated a hard-earned victory. Yet it was hollow, this wasn’t my victory, it was Stacy’s. In the eyes of everyone Stacy had won, defeating both the favourite and the underdog to claim bragging rights for all the girls.
Or perhaps I was wrong about that. In accordance with the bet ‘Joe’ gave unrestricted access to his phone, and with it the Reborn App. This was my chance to swap us back, but it was also my chance to do something else.
<div id="choice">[[Swap Back|SSEX3]]</div>
<div id="choice">[[Delete the Reborn App|SSEX4]]</div>
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Enough hesitating. I selected us targets and swapped us. Our souls were placed back in their original bodies, and I swiftly swiped the app from Stacy’s hand and restored her memories. Stacy was Stacy once again, and I finished editing her memories to fill in the gaps from when I had been her.
<div id="speakMC">“Well done, you really showed me a thing or two.”</div>
I congratulated her.
<div id="speakStacy">“Yeah… thanks…”</div>
She was rubbing her head, feeling something was wrong but unable to remember what.
<div id="speakStacy">“I’m going to go take a shower.”</div>
I thought she might, that’s what I would be doing if I were her. We went our separate ways. The tournament was over. This week was over.
Ultimately nothing in my life had changed. I undid the modifications I’d made to myself, no longer seeing a use in having a head filled with football knowledge. That was it. Another week had past me by, although there was one thing I was sure off. Thanks to the Reborn App it had a lot more fun than it should have been. I left school with a smile, wondering what fun things the App would allow me to do in the future.
[[Week3]]
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I moved down and selected the delete button. It asked for confirmation. I knew what I wanted. With a final press the Reborn App vanished, I handed Joe back his phone.
<div id="speakMC">“Is that it?”</div>
<div id="speakStacy">“Yup. Well I’m going to take a well-deserved shower. You should do the same.”</div>
<div id="speakMC">“Huh?”</div>
He took a quick whiff from under his arm pit. He shouldn’t have a problem slipping into my life. Meanwhile starting from today I was going to be living hers. My first order of business was to take a shower, and my second was to think about how I could continue to experience the excitement I didn’t want to give up.
<div id="choice">[[Someday in the future]]</div>
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I stepped out onto the pitch to a cheering crowd. Today was my debut match on the national squad. I’d trained hard for this, harder than I’d ever worked for anything in my life. Since becoming Stacy I’d completely changed how I lived. No longer was I some under performer nobody cared about. Now I was a role model and an athlete. I lived every day pushing myself to the limits, either through training, through practicing, or through facing equally tough opponents. I woke every day feeling excited, I went to bed feeling drained, and at the end of each week I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Of course, my favourite pastime was shutting down overly cocky men who thought that just because I was a girl they were automatically entitled to be better than me. I even kept in touch with Jacob who had also just been selected for the national team. He was a tough opponent as always, but beating him in any sport was a special kind of victory.
~ End – Girl Power ~