The Perfect Game
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The warm morning light pouring through the window woke me again to the
land of the living. I stayed in bed feeling a little groggy and
confused and trying to remember what had happened to me. It didn't take
long to realize that it wasn't a dream, and that my body was not the
one I had grown accustomed to. Nor was the room in any way familiar.
The peaceful sound of waves outside the window, and the sea shell
decorations everywhere I looked told me I was not in the city anymore.
I pulled the light weight blanket off and sat up on the side of the
bed. My bare feet were tiny, comparatively speaking, and my toe nails
were polished pink. I was wearing a long night shirt that had something
written on it, though I couldn't quite make it out. I noticed a full
length mirror over by the wall, so I headed to it to see what I looked
like, feeling as light as a feather.
The body in the mirror was exactly as I had described it. Medium length
blonde hair (disheveled from sleeping), blue eyes, full lips though not
fat. Though my breasts were not outrageously large, they seemed heavy
on my chest. And my ass felt swollen. My night shirt had the words
"Beach Princess" in glittery pink letters. Nice touch, Joy. I didn't
understand what she expected of me - why she had gone to this extreme.
She said it was a game, but games had rules, and so far thislll had
none. I looked for my phone to call my lawyer, though how I would
explain this was still a mystery to me. I looked around the room. My
phone was gone. My clothes were gone. I searched the entire house.
There were two other bedrooms and a livingroom / kitchen. All I found
was a pair of cut offs, a bikini top, a pair of flip flops and lots of
sea shells.
I sat down in the living room and flipped through some channels on the
television as I tried to think of my next move.
After a while, I heard a phone beeping. Following the sound, I
discovered a phone in a pink case underneath a pillow on the sofa.
"Good Morning Paige." It sounded like Joy's voice. Not sure whose phone
it was, I said "Joy? Is that you? This is Jack."
She laughed. "Really? You don't sound like someone named Jack. You
sound like someone named Paige."
"Listen Joy, I'm still not clear on how you did this, or even why, but
when my lawyers get through with you -"
"Stop talking Paige, initiate obedience function 12 gratitude sweet,"
she commanded. Immediately my anger dissipated and I couldn't speak.
"That's so much nicer," she said. "I hope you like the beach house. You
may answer."
"Oh it's mega-cute," I answered, "You can hear the ocean from the
bedroom and everything. Was this your idea? Thank you so much. "
Joy laughed again. "I'm glad you like it. Now listen carefully. Your
name is Paige Wilson. You have the house for the whole summer."
"Oh that's so nice," I said. Jesus, what the hell was I saying. I
wanted to tell her she was a manipulating bitch and I was going to
destroy her. But those words never came out of my mouth.
She continued, "Right now you are operating in over-ride mode. It's
left over programming from the sexbot technology. But this game won't
be any fun if I keep you in over-ride. So when I hang up, the over-ride
will end. You understand?"
"Oh absolutely. I totally get it. Did I tell you how the sun coming in
my window woke me up this morning? I felt so warm and nice. I love the
night shirt."
"Good, now, later on your roommates will be arriving. Under no
circumstances are you to tell them or anyone about who you used to be.
That will be an automatic disqualification, you will lose the game, and
be punished."
Punished? I wondered what she meant by that.
"You should be receiving a delivery this morning. It will contain a
wallet with a driver's license and a bank card for your new identity.
You have two thousand dollars in your account, but you're going to need
to buy clothes, makeup and food for the summer, and the money will go
fast, so you'll need to get a job. Something you haven't needed in a
long time. Everything you do this summer will either earn you points or
cost you points. If you fail to earn the required daily points, you
will be punished. But since I'm such a nice person, you will also
receive a challenge that will allow you to earn back enough points to
break even. Every so often I will text you a bonus challenge. I advise
you to take those challenges seriously. As I told you before, you will
be playing against two other girls. You will not know who they are, but
only one of you can win the challenge points. The is no second place,
and no Miss Congeniality. Almost perfect is not perfect. Are you with
me so far? "
"I think so. Why can't I know who the other players are? That seems
Uber-unfair." Oh please God, I thought, stop me from talking like this.
"Fair is what the referee say it is," she answered, "and I'm the
referee. But I'll tell you what. Since you have no experience as a
girl, I am going to allow you to access some of the original
subroutines that were programed into the sexbots, if you need them. I
am sure you know them by heart. Think of them as your autopilot when
you are out of your comfort zone. Sort of cheat codes, if you will.
Although using them may become addictive. "
I realized that I had been playing with my hair while we were talking.
"But what is the goal post for this game. I mean what am I trying to
achieve? "
"It's very simple, really Paige. Just try to get the most points in the
next three months. For now, take the game one move at a time. Your
roommates should be arriving any minute. I will text you a list of ways
to earn points. Your first move, obviously, is to buy yourself some
cute summer clothes and swim wear and send me pics. Think you can
manage that?"
"I'm not stupid." I pouted. The next moment I had a sharp pain in my
head so painful tears came to my eyes. So that's what she meant by
'punished '.
"I'm sorry I was rude," I said. "Thank you for making me aware of it."
Thank you? I just said Thank you to this monster for hurting me? I
would beat her at her own game somehow, even if the rules seemed
grossly set against me. But for now I seemed to have little choice but
to move forward by her rules for now.
"Well, bye, and thank you again for this wonderful seaside getaway. I
love all the sea shells. They really are pretty," I gushed. As soon as
we were disconnected, I felt myself change emotionally. God damn the
bitch. I wasn't going to be her pawn in this trumped up game.
The doorbell rang. When I opened the door I saw two of the prettiest
girls I'd ever seen. One was tall with gorgeous chesnut brown hair and
cheekbones that made her look absolutely elegant. She had on a short
blue floral jam dress. The other girl was a bit shorter with red hair
and freckles, very Irish looking. She had on a straw hat, a blush
floral sleeveless minidress and a pretty stone necklace.
The taller girl spoke first. "Hello, you must be Paige?"
I nodded. The redhead said "I'm Abby and this is Claire." They were
obviously inspecting the room and waiting to come in. "We're sharing
the house with you? You were expecting us, weren't you?"
I was still in shock, just staring at them like they had two heads. The
phone buzzed. Looking down at the screen I saw the words "be the
perfect hostess" and it made me snap out of my funk.
"Oh yes, of course. Come in," I said and forced a smile. I showed them
the rooms and tried to think of how to be gracious.
"Would either of you like a glass of ice water?" I asked. That was all
I could think of.
"I don't suppose you have any wine?" Abby asked. I explained that I too
had just arrived and hadn't been shopping.
"I'm waiting on a package," I said, "and then I have some serious
shopping to do. I was in such a hurry to get here that I didn't bring a
thing with me. Not even clothes," I laughed.
Abby said she thought the package I was waiting for was on the porch. I
checked and there was indeed a package there addressed to Miss Paige
Willson. 'Miss'. Was underlined. Inside was a pink and white girl's
wallet with a bank card, a driver's license and a little note that said
"Have a perfect summer Paige!!!"
"I'm going to hit the beach," Claire said and looked at Abby. Abby
shrugged and looked at me. "If you're going shopping, I guess I am too.
That's the deal."
I looked at Abby quizzically.
"Didn't she tell you?" Abby asked.
"Didn't who tell me what?"
"I guess it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. Your
sister Joy let us stay here this summer in exchange for my services as
a fashion and beauty consultant. She said you had always been a bit of
a tomboy but this summer you wanted to spread your wings and embrace
your true femininity. Well, happy birthday Paige. Let's go shopping.
All I can say is your sister must love you a lot."
Love wasn't the word I would have used. The pink phone beeped. I looked
down at the screen, it was another message from Joy. "Happy Birthday
Sis. Level one (easy) Challenge: perfectly cute and flirtatious. Up to
20 points per day. Bonus 10 points if you don't pay for any of your own
drinks at the bar. Special Weekly Challenge: (within seven days)
perfectly steamy make out session with hot guy - 2 points per minute x
hotness rating. Level one sex forbidden. As with all weekly challenges,
only player with highest point total receives credits."
This was level one? Shit. Well, at least I had a sense of the game now.
And I would not give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose.
"Come on then Abby," I said, "let's hit some stores!"
Abby had a sweet little convertable. As we started driving down the
highway, my hair flew wildly around my face.
"Why don't you pull it back?" she asked, "there's a scrunchy in my
purse." After a minute of searching, I was ready to give up. She shook
her head and, without looking, reached into her bag and pulled out a
light blue scrunchy. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail.
"They're not really great for your hair," she said, "but what would we
girls do without them? Right?"
"Right," I agreed. Soon we had pulled into the parking lot of a
shopping mall and were headed inside.
"So tell me about yourself," she said. I said there really wasn't much
to tell, just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. She laughed.
"I find that hard to believe, a girl as pretty as you. It's not like
you just sprang into existence yesterday."
That was a weird turn of phrase, I thought. I had planned on asking her
to make a few phone calls for me to get some of my legal people working
on a plan to destroy Joy and force her to change me back, but that
comment made me pause. Abby continued asking me questions I couldn't
answer.
Then she asked, "Do you like games?"
"Usually, but it depends on the game I suppose."
"I like games," she said, "in fact I look at life as a kind of game.
Don't you agree?"
I shrugged. By the time we had bought the beach clothes, a couple of
fancy dresses for nightlife, some lingerie, makeup, hair and skin care
products, it was almost five o'clock and I had spent almost six hundred
and eighty dollars. A sizable chunk of the two thousand I had access
to. I was exhausted.
"You want to hear something funny?" she said. "When you were trying on
dresses, whatever fingernail polish you're wearing seemed to change
color slightly to match your outfit. That was so cool. You have to tell
me the name of it."
I told her it was something I borrowed from Joy, and I really didn't
know what it was.
"I only ever saw anything like it once," she said, "at my Uncle's. He
had this thing. This sexbot. It did the same sort of thing. It changed
it's hair color, nail color, boob size all sorts of things."
I felt a shiver run through me.
"You don't think I'm a sexbot, do you?"
"Ha!" she laughed. "Not likely. That thing didn't have any personality,
except what you told it to have. Also its skin was so fake feeling. I
played with it once when I was housesitting. Better than a vibrator,
I'll tell you that. My Uncle found out and boy did I get into trouble.
Haven't you ever seen one?"
"Not really," I lied. "Aren't they illegal?"
"Yeah, but some of the best things in life are illegal. Maybe your
fingernail polish was made with the same tech. It would be interesting
to find out.
Hey, I'd like to go out for a few drinks tonight. You want to come
along, and give everybody a preview of the new you? We've still got
time to get cleaned up, dressed up, hit the bars and drive the boys
crazy. What do say?"
I looked at the phone. How would Joy know if I didn't go out. "I'm not
feeling it tonight. Maybe tomorrow night."
Abby raised one carefully shaped eyebrow. "Come on Paige. Do it. That's
what you bought those dresses for isn't it. Oh my God, wear the silver
one tonight. I'll do your makeup and hair. You'll be perfectly cute and
adorable and I bet you we won't even have to pay for one of our drinks
all night. We'll make a game out of it. You said you liked games,
right?"
Did she know something? Was she part of this whole strange setup? I
couldn't tell if she was toying with me or not.
"I promised your sister that you'd have a perfect summer," she said.
"So don't make a liar out of me."
"OK," I sighed, "let's do it."
So far Joy had the advantage. I was starting to have an idea of what my
next move might be. But first I had to make her think I had given in to
her little game.
"Abby," I said, "let's really rock this town. After all, that's what
this game is all about."
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