Create Your Own Story - User contributions [en]

Open It

2009-08-19T22:11:16Z

Cjones37:

You double-click to open the program, after washing off your sticky-sweet fingers, of course. The interface prompts for a name. What do you type in?

Do you type in:
*[[Your own name]]
*[[The name of the cute boy from class]]
*[[Your roommate]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}
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Put on a tanktop and soffe shorts

2009-08-18T01:27:25Z

Cjones37:

You try to put on a pair of your own boyshorts, but they don't fit. You start to rummage through your roommate's drawers, slightly aroused by the kink of not only wearing someone else's panties, but doing so in a different body. You find a small grey thong and a pair of dark blue boyshorts. X-Small. You pull them up your toned legs and roll them up until they fit snuggly against your teen booty and hairless pussy.

While none of the bras fit you at all, you are able to find a cami with a built in bra that seems to at least keep your new breasts from bouncing all over the place. The curve of your breasts stretches the pink material, holding it out so it only loosely clings to your soft stomach, stopping right below your belly button, revealing a glimpse of middrift. Still able to see your nipples through the pink material, you put on a light, zipup hoodie, with the white cotton material barely closed enough to cover your titties

You walk into the bathroom to put your hair in a high ponytail. You see your makeup bag next to the sink.

"Hmm, nothing wrong with a bit of makeup," you think to yourself. As you start to apply the eyeliner, you find your hands compelled in a way you've never felt before. As you finish, you look at your reflection -- the reflection of your new teenage form -- in the mirror. Dark eyeliner, sparkly pink lip gloss. You look so young.

And sexy.

"I really look like a high school girl ready for cheerleader tryout. Kewl!" you say with a flip of your hair, skipping gleefully out of the bathroom. You put on some flipflops, which really flip and flop on your tiny feet, and head out the door.

You walk to elevator and hit the down button, somewhat relieved, but somewhat disappointed, that no guys are around to check you out and no girls are around to be jealous... or check you out.

"What's the point of being a hot piece of jailbait if I can't get a cock between my mouth." You pause.

"Or my legs."

Just realizing what you've said, you contemplate heading back to your room, when the elevator door opens. Standing before you is 5 feet 8 inches of the hottest guy you've ever seen.

Do you:
*[[Try to seduce him]]
*[[Try to contain yourself]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond in ponytail|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Elevator|Clothes=blue soffe shorts, grey thong, pink cami, white, zip-up hoodie}}

[[Category: Control]]

Put on a tanktop and soffe shorts

2009-08-18T01:23:19Z

Cjones37:

You try to put on a pair of your own boyshorts, but they don't fit. You start to rummage through your roommate's drawers, slightly aroused by the kink of not only wearing someone else's panties, but doing so in a different body. You find a small grey thong and a pair of dark blue boyshorts. X-Small. You pull them up your toned legs and roll them up until they fit snuggly against your teen booty and hairless pussy.

While none of the bras fit you at all, you are able to find a cami with a built in bra that seems to at least keep your new breasts from bouncing all over the place. The curve of your breasts stretches the pink material, holding it out so it only loosely clings to your soft stomach, stopping right below your belly button, revealing a glimpse of middrift.

You walk into the bathroom to put your hair in a high ponytail. You see your makeup bag next to the sink.

"Hmm, nothing wrong with a bit of makeup," you think to yourself. As you start to apply the eyeliner, you find your hands compelled in a way you've never felt before. As you finish, you look at your reflection -- the reflection of your new teenage form -- in the mirror. Dark eyeliner, sparkly pink lip gloss. You look so young.

And sexy.

"I really look like a high school girl ready for cheerleader tryout. Kewl!" you say with a flip of your hair, skipping gleefully out of the bathroom. You put on some flipflops, which really flip and flop on your tiny feet, and head out the door.

You walk to elevator and hit the down button, somewhat relieved, but somewhat disappointed, that no guys are around to check you out and no girls are around to be jealous... or check you out.

"What's the point of being a hot piece of jailbait if I can't get a cock between my mouth." You pause.

"Or my legs."

Just realizing what you've said, you contemplate heading back to your room, when the elevator door opens. Standing before you is 5 feet 8 inches of the hottest guy you've ever seen.

Do you:
*[[Try to seduce him]]
*[[Try to contain yourself]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond in ponytail|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Elevator|Clothes=blue soffe shorts, grey thong, pink cami}}

[[Category: Control]]

Your roommate

2009-08-18T01:05:35Z

Cjones37:

"Hmm, I wonder how hard it would be to make me look like my roomie," you wonder to yourself.

You start to fiddle with the more obvious options, like dropping to her 5'1", putting your weight down to her 115 and turning your hair to her blond highlights. You start to get little pangs of jealousy until you start making other changes, like shrinking to reflect her flat butt and reducing your muscle mass.

"She just gets by on genetics, some of us have to go to the gym to look good," you mutter to yourself.

You smirk as you shrink your breasts from your soft 36B to her small but perky A-Cup.

You adjust the face settings: properly plucked thick eyebrows, small but pointy nose, thin face. She's not necessarily better looking than you, just different. Finally, when you think you have everything down, you write in the comments section: I am my roommate. You click save.

Suddenly, you feel your body transforming as your hair starts to tickle the back of your neck and your pants seem to grow on you.

No wait! Your legs are shrinking!

You get out of your chair to run to your full-length mirror. Rather than seeing your usual reflection staring back at you in the mirror, you see that of your roommate.

"Oh my God!" you yell, suddenly clasping your hands over your mouth at the shock of hearing a voice not your own.

You adjust your now ill-fitting clothes and smirk at yourself in the mirror: "Hi, my name is Katie, I like to make messes and not clean them up. And during finals I stay up late watching movies and never let my roommate get a good night's sleep!" You laugh, suppressing a snort. "Geez, now I even laugh like her."

Do you:
*[[Put on some of her clothes]]
*[[Strip and check out your roommate's body]]
*[[Change back into yourself]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Entertained|Height=5'1"|Weight=115 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Blond Highlights|Cup Size=36A|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Ill-Fitting}}

[[Category: Control]]

Drive slowly

2009-08-18T00:20:58Z

Cjones37:

Suppressing your teen urges, you carefully drive yourself to the local mall. Despite being a Friday afternoon, the place isn't too crowded.

"Thank you economic recession," you think. "Also, that means sales!" You excitedly realize. "Oooh, I should get some cute shoes, and really ctute clothes. Oooh, I should get some party clothes and tease all the annoying guys at college as this little piece of jailbait," you think as your run your hands through your hair. "Or maybe that boy from History class."

Your thoughts start to go towards the erotic, when you step through the mall doors and are hit by the cold air-conditioned atmosphere of the mall. You shiver as your nipples grow hard through your soft, stretchy T-shirt.

"But I do really need a bra, first." you somewhat reluctantly admit. "Where should I go?"

Do you go to:
*[[Victoria's Secret]]
*[[American Eagle]]
*[[Gap Body]]
*[[Nordstroms]]
*[[Hot Topic]]
*[[Abercrombie & Fitch]]

{{ControlStatus|Health=Chilly|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=The Mall|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Take the stairs

2009-08-18T00:10:17Z

Cjones37:

"If I take the stairs, I won't risk having to spend an elevator ride next to someone and have them question who I am," you think to yourself.

You open the door and hurry down the stairs, which open straight to the parking lot. You get in your car and find that you are barely able to see over the wheel. Adjusting the seat, you check yourself out in the rearview mirror.

"I look like a girl out on a joyride," you say, while blowing yourself a kiss. "Hmm, maybe I should have put on some makeup. Well, I can always get some at the mall."

You fumble for your purse that you hid under your seat, suddenly realizing that your drivers license wouldn't match your new face.

"I just hope I don't get pulled over... maybe if I try to get to the mall really quickly, I won't have to worry about being caught by the police."

Do you:
*[[Drive slowly]]
*[[Drive quickly]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Normal|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Car|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Go to the local mall

2009-08-18T00:05:43Z

Cjones37:

You grab your car keys and walk out the door to your dorm hallway.
"OK, I just have to make it to my car without anyone wondering who I am or anyone recognizing that these are my roommate's clothes," you think to yourself.

Do you:
*[[Take the dorm elevator]]
*[[Take the stairs]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Normal|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Dorm Hallway|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Go to the local mall

2009-08-18T00:05:20Z

Cjones37:

You grab your car keys and walk out the door to your dorm hallway.
"OK, I just have to make it to my car without anyone wondering who I am or anyone recognizing that these are my roommate's clothes," you think to yourself.

Do you:
*[[Take the elevator]]
*[[Take the stairs]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Normal|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Dorm Hallway|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Put on your roomate's t-shirt and jeans

2009-08-16T01:56:47Z

Cjones37:

You rummage through your roomate's clothes, grabbing a thong, a pair of jeans and a soft blue t-shirt that had some old '70s logo on it.

You slide the grey thong up your legs, knowing that none of yours would fit. You pull the shirt over your head, struggling to get it past your breasts. The soft material rubs against your titties, slightly turning you on.

You pull on the jeans, thinking they barely fit until you realize that they are skinny jeans.

"Hmm, I could never wear skinny jeans before, this is new."

They're a little long so you roll them up, with your cute little feet sticking out from under the cuffs. The dark denim is practically painted on your ass. You give yourself a playful little slap.

"Ooooh," you shudder as the soft sting turns you on. "At least that hasn't changed."

You can't find any shoes to fit your small feet, so you put on a pair of your now oversized flipflops. You check yourself out in the mirror, admiring your 16-year-old body. You start to strike a few poses and make some kissy faces toward yourself. You definitely feel kinky about wearing your roommate's clothes. Not to mention being someone else while doing so.

"God, I'm such a little high school tease," you say to yourself. "This is like so hot."

You bounce on your toes to watch your C-cups jiggle, when you notice that you can clearly see your half-dollar areolas through the t-shirt.

"Hmm, maybe I should go to the mall," you think to yourself. Something about the mall seems like such a fun idea.
"Hehe, I am such a teeniebopper."

Do you:
*[[Go to the local mall]]
*[[Walk around campus]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Put on your roomate's t-shirt and jeans

2009-08-16T01:55:12Z

Cjones37:

You rummage through your roomate's clothes, grabbing a thong, a pair of jeans and a soft blue t-shirt that had some old '70s logo on it.

You slide the grey thong up your legs, knowing that none of yours would fit. You pull the shirt over your head, struggling to get it past your breasts. The soft material rubs against your titties, slightly turning you on.

You pull on the jeans, thinking they barely fit until you realize that they are skinny jeans.

"Hmm, I could never wear skinny jeans before, this is new."

They're a little long so you roll them up, with your cute little feet sticking out from under the cuffs. The dark denim is practically painted on your ass. You give yourself a playful little slap.

"Ooooh," you shudder as the soft sting turns you on. "At least that hasn't changed."

You can't find any shoes to fit your small feet, so you put on a pair of your now oversized flipflops. You check yourself out in the mirror, admiring your 16-year-old body. You start to strike a few poses and make some kissy faces toward yourself.

"God, I'm such a little high school tease," you say to yourself. "This is like so hot."

You bounce on your toes to watch your C-cups jiggle, when you notice that you can clearly see your half-dollar areolas through the t-shirt.

"Hmm, maybe I should go to the mall," you think to yourself. Something about the mall seems like such a fun idea.
"Hehe, I am such a teeniebopper."

Do you:
*[[Go to the local mall]]
*[[Walk around campus]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Put on your roomate's t-shirt and jeans

2009-08-16T01:54:01Z

Cjones37:

You rummage through your roomate's clothes, grabbing a thong, a pair of jeans and a soft blue t-shirt that had some old '70s logo on it.

You slide the grey thong up your legs, knowing that none of yours would fit. You pull the shirt over your head, struggling to get it past your breasts. The soft material rubs against your titties, slightly turning you on.

You pull on the jeans, thinking they barely fit until you realize that they are skinny jeans.

"Hmm, I could never wear skinny jeans before, this is new."

They're a little long so you roll them up, with your cute little feet sticking out from under the cuffs. The dark denim is practically painted on your ass. You give yourself a playful little slap.

"Ooooh," you shudder as the soft sting turns you on. "At least that hasn't changed."

You can't find any shoes to fit your small feet, so you put on a pair of your now oversized flipflops. You check yourself out in the mirror, admiring your 16-year-old body. You start to strike a few poses and make some kissy faces toward yourself.

"God, I'm such a little high school tease," you say to yourself. "This is like so hot."

You bounce on your toes to watch your C-cups jiggle, when you notice that you can clearly see your half-dollar areolas through the t-shirt.

"Hmm, maybe I should go to the mall," you think to yourself. Something about the mall seems like such a fun idea.
"Hehe, I am such a teeniebopper."

Do you:
*[[Go to the mall]]
*[[Walk around campus]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=skinny jeans, thong, and tight t-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Try to find some clothes that fit

2009-08-16T01:11:43Z

Cjones37:

You remove your now oversized clothes and sit on your bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

"Oof," you say as sit yourself on the bed. "This booty is nice and toned, but it certainly doesn't provide the padding I had before." You smirk to yourself and think about what you could possibly wear in your new body.

You could just put on a T-shirt and put a belt onto your jeans. But something about the baggy clothes seems so wrong. You've got this hot body, you might as well show it off. After all, you are the hottest girl in school.

You pause and think to yourself. Hottest girl in school? You are in college. You just need some clothes to cover yourself. Why would you think... the program!

"It must even, like, change the way I think!" You say in a Eureka moment. And though you had talked in the new form before, you just now notice that this voice is not your old one. It is higher pitched, definitely like a high school girl, with a subtle hint of sex.

"Kewl."

You giggle.

You start to rummage through your clothes looking for something that will fit.

And maybe even look a little good.

You even start to go through your roommate's clothes. After all, at 5'1", her clothes may be a better fit. But with her perky A-Cups, there is no way any of her bras would fit over your seductive teenage titties.

After a few minutes, you're able to put together some options of what to wear. You could wear one of your workout tanktops and soffe shorts. You could also try one of your roommate's t-shirts and tight jeans. Heck, you could even put on that tiny skirt she got for the Porn Party and on your tiny party it wouldn't look too obscene.

Then again, none of these clothes would fit just right. Maybe you should go to the mall and buy some clothes that would fit right, not to mention a bra. After all, with your roommate's A-Cup and your B-Cup, your new twins wouldn't be able to fit.

"Not that they need any support," you think to yourself as you run your hands over your full breasts, riding high on your chest.

"Oh WOW that feels good," you whisper. You start to play with your new titties, pinching your nipples and grasping your soft flesh. In your tiny girlie hands, the C-cups feel huge. You start to lower one to your pussy, but are shocked out your little erotic foreplay when you feel that you're entirely bald down there. Not even a tuft of blond hair.

Do you:
*[[Start touching yourself again]]
*[[Put on a tanktop and soffe shorts]]
*[[Put on your roomate's t-shirt and jeans]]
*[[Put on your roomate's tiny skirt]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Nude}}

[[Category: Control]]

Try to find some clothes that fit

2009-08-16T00:40:39Z

Cjones37:

Try to find some clothes that fit

2009-08-16T00:38:45Z

Cjones37:

Get on your computer to read some erotica

2009-08-16T00:14:11Z

Cjones37:

You lock the door and utter a quick thanks that your roommate decided to visit her boyfriend this weekend. Curling up on your bed, you open your laptop and cruise your usual sites: mcstories.com, literotica.com, asstr.org. Every once in a while, you search for pictures of guys going down on girls and girls going down on guys.

You take off your bra to caress your breasts while your fingers snake down your unzipped jeans to play with your increasingly wet pussy. You bite your lip and pinch your pink nipples in the middle of your soft breasts, subtly bouncing under your heaving chest.

God, its been a while.

You tease your clit before you plunge your fingers into your vagina. The overwhelming sensation brings back memories of your last boyfriend.

God, he was good at this.

Faster and faster you finger yourself, bringing your body to the edge. Face flush, eyes shut, you fantasize about that cute boy from HIST 101 doing this to you. And maybe you return the favor by running one finger down his chest, teasing his long hard coOH GOD YOU'RE CUMMING!

Pleasure comes in waves as you swirl your fingers around your clit.

As you come down, you roll over in your bed, accidentally hitting your computer keyboard with your head. When you get up to look at the screen, you notice that somehow your prompted a download. There, sitting on your desktop, is something titled Master PC.

Do you:
*[[Delete It]]
*[[Open It]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}

[[Category: Control]]

Realize the power of the program and try to use it to fix the problems of the world

2009-08-16T00:07:19Z

Cjones37:

"Oh my God this program is incredible," you mutter, your body nearly frozen in the middle of your room. "Imagine what I could do!"

You ignore your current predicament and get on your computer. Clicking to get to the main menu again, this time, for a name, you type in "Mahmoud Ahmadinejad."

"Alright program, lets see if we can bring some peace to the Middle East," you say excitedly, contemplating in the back of your mind whether Iran technically counts as the Middle East.

As you hit enter, your hear your computer start to whir up. Suddenly, the screen goes blank. You pause for a second, wondering what happened, when the whirring starts again.

BOOM!

Your computer explodes in a blast much larger than a small laptop should be able to make. You are thrown to the floor and notice two men in identical black suits enter your room just as you lose consciousness.

You wake up, you don't know how much later, in a small padded room, clothed only in a hotel gown. You run to the small window on the door and see the two men walk down a long, nondescript hallway.

"Too bad we always have to punish the ones who think big. You would think we would want to reward people who want to make this world a better place."

"Any change too big is dangerous, even if intentions are pure. Besides, all we can do is cultivate our own garden."

THE END

{{ControlStatus|Health=Drugged|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Unknown|Clothes=Hotel gown}}

[[Category: Control]]

Realize the power of the program and try to use it to fix the problems of the world

2009-08-16T00:05:59Z

Cjones37:

A high school girl

2009-08-15T23:55:21Z

Cjones37:

You start clicking options as you turn the model of yourself on the screen into a tarty high school girl.

"Sigh," you say to no one. "If only it was this easy, I maybe would have had a little more fun in real high school."

You turn your hair from dyed red to beach blonde, while wondering how it knew your hair was dyed. You shrink your height, lose some pounds, and grow your breasts to high and perky C-cups. They would have been nicely sized on their own, but on the model's tiny frame they look huge.

"Plastic surgeons, eat your heart out," you chuckle to yourself.

You start to fiddle with some of the more complex options.

"Hmm, just what should a WASPy high school cheerleader be like," you think to yourself, relieved that you are wrecking your mind on such silly thoughts rather than the tests from the past week.

You eliminate the body hair below your neck, increase flexibility, plump up your lips slightly, tan your skin a bit.

"After all, I would probably just spend my summer tanning at the beach," you think yourself, remembering all the summer jobs you worked to afford college.

After you think you've got everything just how you want it, you write your description in the comments box.

"I am 16-year-old high school girl whose aspirations in life are being the hottest girl in school, clothes, and getting on the JV Cheerleading squad."

You click save and suddenly feel your body transform. You get up to look in the mirror and notice that you have become the model from the computer program. You brush your long blond hair out of your brown eyes with your dainty hand. The room looks slightly bigger as you struggle to keep your now baggy clothes from falling off your youthful form. You stare at yourself in the mirror, peering at your pert little nose and rosy cheek. You are a wet dream. A pure fetishization of youth.

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD" You begin to yell, panicking at what just happened. "What have I done?!"

Do you:
*[[Try to find some clothes that fit]]
*[[Realize the power of the program and try to use it to fix the problems of the world]]
*[[Change back into yourself]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Falling off}}

[[Category: Control]]

A high school girl

2009-08-15T23:52:46Z

Cjones37:

You start clicking options as you turn the model of yourself on the screen into a tarty high school girl.

"Sigh," you say to no one. "If only it was this easy, I maybe would have had a little more fun in real high school."

You turn your hair from dyed red to beach blonde, while wondering how it knew your hair was dyed. You shrink your height, lose some pounds, and grow your breasts to high and perky C-cups. They would have been nicely sized on their own, but on the model's tiny frame they look huge.

"Plastic surgeons, eat your heart out," you chuckle to yourself.

You start to fiddle with some of the more complex options.

"Hmm, just what should a WASPy high school cheerleader be like," you think to yourself, relieved that you are wrecking your mind on such silly thoughts rather than the tests from the past week.

You eliminate the body hair below your neck, increase flexibility, plump up your lips slightly, tan your skin a bit.

"After all, I would probably just spend my summer tanning at the beach," you think yourself, remembering all the summer jobs you worked to afford college.

After you think you've got everything just how you want it, you write your description in the comments box.

"I am 16-year-old high school girl whose aspirations in life are being the hottest girl in school, clothes, and getting on the JV Cheerleading squad."

You click save and suddenly feel your body transform. You get up to look in the mirror and notice that you have become the model from the computer program. You brush your long blond hair out of your brown eyes with your dainty hand. The room looks slightly bigger as you struggle to keep your now baggy clothes from falling off your youthful form. You stare at yourself in the mirror, peering at your pert little nose and rosy cheek. You are a wet dream. A pure fetishization of youth.

Do you:
*[[Try to find some clothes that fit]]
*[[Realize the power of the program and try to use it to fix the problems of the world]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Scared|Height=4’ ”11|Weight=99 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Bright Blond|Cup Size=30 C|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Falling off}}

[[Category: Control]]

Your own name

2009-08-15T23:21:27Z

Cjones37:

You type in your name and hit enter. Suddenly, you see a nude picture of yourself, slowly rotating.

"What the hell?" you say out loud.

You play around with the model of yourself, looking at your body from all sorts of angles.

"Huh," you think, "It must make a composite image of all the pictures on my computer, or something."

Noticing the edit button, you click it, revealing a menu of all sorts of categories: skin, gender, hair, breasts, legs, mental, eyes. The list goes on.

You play around with it and notice that you can make changes to the little model of yourself. How fun! You decide to see just what the program can do.

Do you turn yourself into:
*[[An idealized form of yourself]]
*[[A high school girl]]
*[[Your roommate]]
*[[A male version of yourself]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}

[[Category: Control]]

Control

2009-08-15T23:20:03Z

Cjones37:

You walk into your dorm room, exhausted after a week of mid-terms. You relish in the fact that your roommate is out of town, dropping your books on the floor as you catch a glimpse of yourself in old body length mirror you and your roommate bought at garage fair. Your dyed red hair listlessly falls to the small of your back and your face is devoid of any makeup, but what would anyone expect after a week of studying. You went to college for academics first, and fun second, albeit a close second.

But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, you have to admit, at 5'5", 120 lbs, soft B-cups, fair skin, you're still quite pretty. Turning to the side, you check out your most admirable quality -- at least physical quality -- your curvaceous booty. Boys did always seem to notice.

Just then it strikes you, its been weeks since you've orgasmed, let alone done anything with an actual guy. With all your exams finally done, its time for some stress relief.

Do you:
*[[Get on your computer to read some erotica]]
*[[Try to find a party]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Tired|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Old jeans and T-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

Open It

2009-08-15T23:12:29Z

Cjones37:

You double-click to open the program, after washing off your sticky-sweet fingers, of course. The interface prompts for a name. What do you type in?

Do you type in:
*[[Your own name]]
*[[The name of the cute boy from class]]
*[[Your roommate's name]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}

Open It

2009-08-15T23:10:33Z

Cjones37:

You double-click to open the program, after washing off your sticky-sweet fingers, of course. The interface prompts for a name. What do you type in?

Do you:
*[[Your own name]]
*[[The cute boy from class]]
*[[Your roommate]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}

Get on your computer to read some erotica

2009-08-15T23:04:51Z

Cjones37:

You lock the door and utter a quick thanks that your roommate decided to visit her boyfriend this weekend. Curling up on your bed, you open your laptop and cruise your usual sites: mcstories.com, literotica.com, asstr.org. Every once in a while, you search for pictures of guys going down on girls and girls going down on guys. You take off your bra to caress your breasts while your fingers snake down your unzipped jeans to play with your increasingly wet pussy. You bite your lip and pinch your pink nipples in the middle of your soft breasts, subtly bouncing under your heaving chest.
God, its been a while.
You tease your clit before you plunge your fingers into your vagina. The overwhelming sensation brings back memories of your last boyfriend.
God, he was good at this.
Faster and faster you finger yourself, bringing your body to the edge. Face flush, eyes shut, you fantasize about that cute boy from HIST 101 doing this to you. And maybe you return the favor by running one finger down his chest, teasing his long hard coOH GOD YOU'RE CUMMING!
Pleasure comes in waves as you swirl your fingers around your clit.
As you come down, you roll over in your bed, accidentally hitting your computer keyboard with your head. When you get up to look at the screen, you notice that somehow your prompted a download. There, sitting on your desktop, is something titled Master PC.

Do you:
*[[Delete It]]
*[[Open It]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Relaxed|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Half Naked}}

[[Category: Control]]

Control

2009-08-15T22:54:21Z

Cjones37:

You walk into your dorm room, exhausted after a week of mid-terms. You relish in the fact that your roommate is out of town, dropping your books on the floor as you catch a glimpse of yourself in old body length mirror you and your roommate bought at garage fair. Your dyed red hair listlessly falls to the small of your back and your face is devoid of any makeup, but what would anyone expect after a week of studying. You went to college for academics first, and fun second, albeit a close second.
But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, you have to admit, at 5'5", 120 lbs, soft B-cups, fair skin, you're still quite pretty. Turning to the side, you check out your most admirable quality -- at least physical quality -- your curvaceous booty. Boys did always seem to notice.
Just then it strikes you, its been weeks since you've orgasmed, let alone done anything with an actual guy. With all your exams finally done, its time for some stress relief.

Do you:
*[[Get on your computer to read some erotica]]
*[[Try to find a party]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Tired|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup Size=34B|Location=Your Dorm|Clothes=Old jeans and T-shirt}}

[[Category: Control]]

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2009-08-15T22:51:08Z

Cjones37:

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2009-08-15T22:48:29Z

Cjones37:

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2009-08-15T22:47:29Z

Cjones37:

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2009-08-15T22:46:31Z

Cjones37:

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2009-08-15T22:44:15Z

Cjones37:

You walk into your dorm room, exhausted after a week of mid-terms. You relish in the fact that your roommate is out of town, dropping your books on the floor as you catch a glimpse of yourself in old body length mirror you and your roommate bought at garage fair. Your dyed red hair listlessly falls to the small of your back and your face is devoid of any makeup, but what would anyone expect after a week of studying. You went to college for academics first, and fun second, albeit a close second.
But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, you have to admit, at 5'5", 120 lbs, soft B-cups, fair skin, you're still quite pretty. Turning to the side, you check out your most admirable quality -- at least physical quality -- your curvaceous booty. Boys did always seem to notice.
Just then it strikes you, its been weeks since you've orgasmed, let alone done anything with an actual guy. With all your exams finally done, its time for some stress relief.

Do you:
*[[Get on your computer to read some erotica]]
*[[Try to find a party]]
{{ControlStatus|Health=Tired|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup size=34B|Location=Your Dorm}}

[[Category: Control]]

Control

2009-08-15T22:43:27Z

Cjones37:

You walk into your dorm room, exhausted after a week of mid-terms. You relish in the fact that your roommate is out of town, dropping your books on the floor as you catch a glimpse of yourself in old body length mirror you and your roommate bought at garage fair. Your dyed red hair listlessly falls to the small of your back and your face is devoid of any makeup, but what would anyone expect after a week of studying. You went to college for academics first, and fun second, albeit a close second.
But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, you have to admit, at 5'5", 120 lbs, soft B-cups, fair skin, you're still quite pretty. Turning to the side, you check out your most admirable quality -- at least physical quality -- your curvaceous booty. Boys did always seem to notice.
Just then it strikes you, its been weeks since you've orgasmed, let alone done anything with an actual guy. With all your exams finally done, its time for some stress relief.

Do you:
*[[Get on your computer to read some erotica]]
*[[Try to find a party]]
{{UnivStatus|Health=Tired|Height=5’ 5”|Weight=120 lbs|Gender=Female|Hair=Dyed Red|Cup size=34B|Location=Your Dorm}}

[[Category: Control]]

Control

2009-08-15T22:37:19Z

Cjones37:

You walk into your dorm room, exhausted after a week of mid-terms. You relish in the fact that your roommate is out of town, dropping your books on the floor as you catch a glimpse of yourself in old body length mirror you and your roommate bought at garage fair. Your dyed red hair listlessly falls to the small of your back and your face is devoid of any makeup, but what would anyone expect after a week of studying. You went to college for academics first, and fun second, albeit a close second.
But despite the mental and physical exhaustion, you have to admit, at 5'5", 120 lbs, soft B-cups, fair skin, you're still quite pretty. Turning to the side, you check out your most admirable quality -- at least physical quality -- your curvaceous booty. Boys did always seem to notice.
Just then it strikes you, its been weeks since you've orgasmed, let alone done anything with an actual guy. With all your exams finally done, its time for some stress relief.

Do you:
*[[Get on your computer to read some erotica]
*[[Try to find a party]]
*[[Adventure/Option 3]]
{{ControlStatus|Location=''[[Your Dorm Room]]''|Health=Tired|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Control]]