The Perfect Game
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To be a good game player, you have to be aware and calm at all times.
Everybody makes a bad move sometimes, but what is important is what you
do after that. Panic and anxiety are never helpful. Panic and anxiety
are never helpful. I keep telling myself that. But at the moment I
don't want to leave the stall in the ladies room. Abby keeps texting
me, wondering where I am, and I keep ignoring her texts.
I was so sure of myself earlier, especially after Abby did her magic
and I saw the results in the mirror.
"Not bad, if I do say so myself," Abby said. Not bad was an
understatement. A curling iron was a magic wand in her hands. She had
pulled some of my hair into a braid in the back and curled the sides so
that my earrings were visible dangling next to my neck.
The way she did my eye makeup, gave my eyes an almost hypnotic look.
Mascara is a miracle of modern science, because suddenly my eyelashes
were utterly luscious and full. The color and gloss she gave my lips
brought them to life. She was like an artist painting a masterpiece.
My dress was metallic silver and she had picked up some of the silver
coloring when she had done my eyes.
When I surveyed her handiwork in the mirror I was more than impressed.
I mean, seriously, I would have fucked myself and dreamed about it
forever.
I can do this, I thought. All I have to do is be cute and flirt a
little. I had seen girls do it for years. I felt unsteady on the high
heel shoes that Abby had picked out for me. Rather than let them know
I'd never worn heels before, I decided to use one of the sexbot cheats
that I had access to. When neither of the girls was nearby, I said
"model grace". Nothing changed. After thinking about it for a while I
said "initiate routine: model grace" That did it. I felt a warm tingle
and several minutes of a euphoric high that made me feel like I could
do anything up to and including flying. I tried walking again and was
amazed at my new control. I walked back and forth in front of the
mirror, noticing a gentle swing of my hips. I even did a twirl and
watched the curls in my hair bounce around my face. I noticed that my
hand movements and gestures were more feminine and graceful as well.
None of this is to say I was happy about what Joy had done to me. I
would have my revenge in time. But this was not the time.
Abby and Claire came out of their rooms looking absolutely stunning,
though Claire continued practically ignoring me.
"Don't forget your purse Paige," Claire reminded me.
The club was loud and packed. After waiting in line for half an hour we
had our hands stamped and got inside.
I looked around for a few minutes then pulled Abby aside.
"Abby, I've never done this before," I said.
"Sure you have. A pretty girl like you. We're just a couple of friends
having a drink. Just like college. No biggie."
"No, I've gone out for drinks lots of times, but not like this."
"What's different? You mean because we're at the beach or because you
look so gorgeous." My cheeks burned at being called gorgeous.
"No, I mean -" I stopped myself. How could I explain? I couldn't.
"I just mean it's all so overwhelming. All these guys. I feel like a
hunk of meat surrounded by hungry animals. It's just not - it's not my
comfort zone. You two stay and have fun. I think I'll head back."
"You just got here," Abby protested, "and I put a lot of work into your
makeup. Come on. Don't be a party pooper."
I felt like a creep leaving after everything Abby had done for me, but
I had never felt this anxious in my life.
"Look, give it half an hour. If you still feel out of place after that,
I know a much lower key place just a few blocks away. For now, don't
make direct eye contact with any guys, wait a bit. Be aloof. Let them
make the first move. Then you can turn on the charm. Smile, laugh, and
pretend to really be interested in whatever bullshit they feed you."
So I stayed. Two seats at the bar opened up. We grabbed them. When the
guy in the seat next to us saw that there were three of us, he got up
and gave us his seat, which was nice, but then he wanted to talk to me.
He ordered drinks for the four of us. My first thought was 'great,
higher points' but then I realized that accepting the drinks would be
encouraging him. "No thanks," I said. The other girls had other ideas
however, and overruled me. And soon each of us had a free glass of
wine. We introduced ourselves.
"That was so sweet of you," Claire said flashing a warm smile, "Thank
you." She continued conversing with him for a couple of minutes. Then
stopped and turned to watch people dancing, ignoring the guy
completely.
Then guys started hitting on us almost non-stop, as predicted. My
resolve to rack up as many points as possible was quickly replaced with
an existential anxiety. What was I doing? The short dress kept riding
up whenever I moved. My fingernails cut into my palm when I made a
fist. And I knew what the guys hitting on is really wanted.
"Have you forgotten how to smile," Abby whispered, "Come on, flirt a
little. Remember, you said we're going to rock this place like it's
never been rocked - like it's just another game."
I forced a smile for a while and tried to look interested when a tall
man with carefully nurtured stubble began to tell me about all the
changes the city had seen in the last few years. Like I cared. That's
when I excused myself to the restroom. I was just about to push the
door to the men's room open when a man came up to use it.
"That's the wrong door," he said nicely, "Ladies' room is over there."
"Oops," I said, trying to be as cute about it as I could. Shit. What a
sophomoric mistake. I was a better game player than this.
I don't know how long I stayed in the toilet stall, but it was long
enough that Abby finally came looking for me.
"Paige? Are you in there? Are you Ok?" She called. "Do you need help?"
Help with what, I wondered.
"Um, no. Just girl problems. I'll be out in a minute." Girl problems?
Really? Like she was going to fall for that. So much for hiding in the
restroom for the whole night. As soon as I was certain that Abby had
left the restroom, I emerged from the stall.
In this ridiculous game that I was being forced to play, I was losing
big time. Loosing was a feeling I was not accustomed to. I looked at
myself in the mirror. Cute was so much more than appearance I realized,
and flirting as a girl with strangers was way out of my comfort zone. I
had to get my head back in the game. There was only one thing left for
me to do. Another cheat. Just to get me through tonight. I remembered
the party mode for my sexbots at home.
"Initiate routine: party flirt cute" I said, then, after a pause I
added the word "maximum". That should help me rock the place, I
thought.
I got the same tingle and euphoric sensation that I had experienced
earlier. Only it seemed to last longer. I stood there staring at myself
in the mirror for several minutes. Then I giggled. "You're cute, you
know that? Where have you been all my life?" I blew myself a kiss, and
my giggle turned into a full blown laugh.
When another woman entered the restroom, I tried to stop laughing, and
pretended that I was checking my makeup.
"Bunch of dumb animals here tonight," she commented, standing next to
me at the mirror.
"That's the way I like them," I answered, and headed back to the bar
with a newfound confidence.
Abby was waiting. "Paige, maybe this is too much for your first night,"
she said. What did she mean by that I wondered. My first night? As a
girl? Did she know? She had said some things that made me wonder if she
knew about Joy and what she'd done to me. But probably she just meant
my first night flaunting my enhanced femininity. Or maybe she meant my
first night at the beach.
"Anyway, you don't seem to be enjoying this much. Do you want -"
I turned to the guy with the stubble, "Oops, my glass is empty," I
said, "What are you drinking?"
Before he could answer I picked up his glass of bourbon and drank it
all down in one swallow. "Oops. Sorry. But that poor drink looked so
lonely there by itself and I hate lonely drinks, don't you? It's anti-
social. And I'm a social drinker. That's the only way to be, don't you
agree? " The poor guy didn't know what hit him.
"I guess I shouldn't have done that, really. It was rude. I'm sorry.
I'm just feeling a bit silly tonight. It's my first night out in a long
time. Oh shoot, did I spill something on my dress? Can you see?" I used
a napkin to wipe away the supposed spill from my breast. I handed him
the napkin and stuck my boobs out for his help. Before he touched me,
Claire leaned over and took the napkin from him and pretended to finish
wiping up the spill. "Take it easy," she whispered.
I knew I was overdoing it, but it felt delicious. It was like poker
when you know you're holding a winning hand. You have to keep raising
until somebody calls. I was on a roll.
I turned to another man standing near us. "You know what I love? I love
stubble on a man," I said, running a finger along his cheek, "It makes
you seem so masculine. And it feels so good against a girl's cheek when
you kiss."
I turned back to the guy who had bought our drinks. "Look. Both our
glasses are empty. Does that seem right to you?"
Abby and Claire gave each other a concerned look. The guy called the
bartender over and ordered another two glasses of wine.
"No, I want something different," I said, "Isn't there a drink called
'sex on the beach'?" The bartender nodded. "I want 'sex on the beach'!"
I declared. The bartender started off to make the drinks. I called him
back. "But wait, this is the most important part - I want one of those
umbrellas in it. No, two umbrellas. You don't mind so you?"
The bartender shrugged. "Those don't usually get an um-"
"Wait," I said, "you have that manly unshaved look too. I love that.
Can I feel your stubble? I need to see which of you has the manliest
stubble."
He leaned over the bar and I ran my hands along both sides of his
cheek, "ohhh nice," I purred.
"How do you think I would look with a stubble beard. Do you think I'd
still be pretty?" I stroked my chin. The bartender laughed.
Claire and Abby were both watching my shenanigans with a combination of
concern and amusement.
Abby said "Paige, you might want to dial it back a just a little."
I leaned into her, "Dial it back? But I thought we were going to rock
this place." I felt a little more tipsy than I would normally, but then
I weighed less than I did as a guy, so the alcohol was hitting me
faster. I touched Claire's face. "Oh God you're beautiful. And you too
Abby. If I was a guy -"
Abby took hold of my hand." Paige, maybe you better - "
"Leave her alone," the guy at the bar said, "She's just having fun."
I giggled. "Yeah, I'm just having fun. Like the song says, 'Girls just
want to have fu-un! " A second bartender put a shot of something in
front of me.
"That's from the guys over by the window," he said. I held it up in a
toasting gesture so they'd see me. Then I gulped it down. A minute
later the bartender had filled it again. At the same time my 'Sex on
the beach' arrived. I gulped down the shot and sipped my new drink as
well.
I noticed a cute young guy with a military haircut at a table close by.
"Excuse me, kind sir, but would you be so kind as to dance with me?
Nobody seems to want to dance with me tonight. And I do so like to
dance!" I guess I expected him to seize the opportunity and whirl me
around the dance floor. Why not? I was freaking gorgeous, wasn't I?
Instead, a large dark haired girl from the same table stood up and got
right up in my face.
"Listen bitch," she snarled, "This one's already taken. So go peddle
your cheap slutty ass somewhere else."
Oh my god, I thought, what the hell was I doing. Who was I? My head was
spinning. My first night in the game and I was blowing it. Tears
started to blur my vision. I felt like a teenager who just got caught
doing something wrong by her mother. Jesus. My stomach was churning and
my muscles burned. I felt like I was changing. I was scared. Was I
changing back? That would be great, wouldn't it? I couldn't tell what
was happening. Suddenly Abby and Claire were standing next to me, each
one grabbing hold of an arm. I heard Claire's voice "Come on Paige,
time to go home." I struggled to pull free, though I wasn't sure why.
What was I going to do? Run somewhere far away? Start fighting with
this guys girlfriend? Abby whispered something in my ear and the world
went black.
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