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For a second morning in a row, I woke to world in a body that was not
my own. I was confused and disoriented as I stumbled out of bed. I was
wearing the night shirt with the words 'beach princess' on it again. My
hair felt like a matted mess. Probably from the hairspray Abby had
used, I guessed. I was having a hard time remembering most of last
night. I remembered I looked pretty hot, thanks to Abby, and I
remembered sitting at the bar talking to some guy who hadn't shaved.
Everything else was muddled jumble. That damn pink phone was flashing,
telling me I had text messages waiting.
Coffee. I smelled coffee. It pulled me out of my room like a mouse
following the pied pipers magical flute. Abby was at the table already
drinking having some.
"Coffee," I croaked.
"Sit down," she said rising from the table, "I'll get you a cup. Cream?
Sugar?"
I shook my head and fell into a chair. Like an angel of mercy, she set
a mug of the steaming hot miracle liquid in front of me. I drank deeply
of its rich wonderful aroma as I wrapped my hands around it to feel its
warmth.
"How are you feeling? " she asked as she sat back down next to me.
"I have a headache," I confessed.
"I don't doubt it," she laughed.
We sat in silence for a while as she played with her phone and I stared
into the infinite depths of the coffee between sips.
"Do you happen to have anything for a headache?" I asked.
"Sure. Hold on a minute." Abby disappeared into her room and reappeared
momentarily with a couple of Tylenol capsules, which I immediately
downed with the last bit of coffee in my cup.
I checked the message from Joy on the phone.
"First day totals: Sarah 30, Angela 28, Paige 22"
22? What the hell? Third place? I had done everything I was supposed
to. I had been cute, flirty and I hadn't had to pay for a single drink.
That was 30 points.
"Something wrong Paige? Bad news?"
I looked up at Abby. I was still fuming. "Huh? No. Well, yeah. It's
nothing really. Just a game I play with a friend."
I texted back : WTF!! I should have 30 pts. Did everything you wanted
in this stupid game of yours. WTF!!
A few moments later she texted back : didn't send selfies and almost
got in a bar fight. - 8. Should have been lower. But I'm a softee.
" Shit!!" I yelled and threw the phone across the room.
"Must be a really fun game," Abby said.
"It's not. Did I almost get a bar fight last night?"
"You don't remember?"
"No. Maybe. Vaguely. What happened?"
She told me about asking the guy to dance and his girlfriend getting
angry.
"Then what happened?" I asked.
"Uh, Well - Then Claire and I hustled you out, brought you back here
and put you into bed. You were pretty drunk." I tried to remember the
details of last night's fiasco, but mostly I remembered how good it
felt when I accessed the sexbot cheats. I wouldn't mind feeling that
again.
I looked up and saw Abby 's face."I ruined the night for you guys,
didn't I?"
"Well, it wasn't the night we had planned. Though it was pretty
exciting, I'll say that."
"I'm sorry," I said. That was a new one for me. Apologizing wasn't
something I did very often, if at all.
"That's OK." she said, "Look, I'm headed down to the beach to meet
Claire. Join us when you can. Don't forget to use the conditioner on
your hair."
I needed extra points. A make out session. Maybe with Abby or Claire. I
couldn't decide which. I was pretty sure I could seduce one of them.
Just cause I was stuck in a girl's body shouldn't stop me.
After Abby left, I headed in to shower to help me relax before I called
Joy to tell her what I thought about her scoring of the game.
The water felt good on my face, and I washed and conditioned my hair
like I was supposed to. I liked the feeling of the soap on my body and
started to massage my new girl parts. After a few moments it felt so
good that I had to lean back against the wall. I started to moan and
really get into it. "Oh yeah," I whispered. I began to visualize myself
making love. I inserted my fingers into my new orifice and suddenly
realized that my imaginary lover was a man. A man with a huge cock.
This made me pause for a moment. I had never thought about a guy like
that before. But then, I had never had a pussy before. I tried to
imagine Claire or Abby but it wasn't the same. What the hell, I
decided, it was only in my head. My fingers went back to work. My knees
grew weaker as I visualized this make believe guy pushing it in and
out. Almost without thinking my thumb sought out my clitoris and
massaged it gently. With my free hand I played with my breasts,
massaging the nipples and imagining that he was kissing and sucking on
them. Just as I was about to climax I heard the front door open. I
froze there in the shower. Not making a sound. My heart was beating so
hard that I almost thought it could be heard in the living room.
"It's just me Paige, I forgot my water bottle," Abby yelled, "See you
at the beach."
I forced a response out of my throat without moving my hands from their
positions on my breast and my vulva . "OK!" I said. When I heard the
door close behind her, I limped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and
headed back to my room where I fell onto the bed to finish what I had
started. I climaxed four times before I stopped. I layed motionless on
the bed, exhausted and unwilling to move.
When I felt my strength return, I finished drying myself and patted my
hair dry. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. That was when I
realized that I looked different than I had the day before - smaller
and younger. Yesterday I had been a woman in her mid twenties, today I
looked more like a girl in her late teens.
I ran to the living room still naked to retrieve the phone. Returning
to my room I called Joy.
"Paige, how sweet of you to call," she said.
"Shove it Joy," I responded, "What the hell is going on?"
"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about darling. Tell me your
concerns."
"My concerns are that I was in my mid-twenties yesterday and today I
look barely nineteen, if that."
She paused. "Yes, I was just looking over your vitals this very minute
as a matter of fact. By the way, that seems to have been a fabulous
shower you just took. I can tell that you really, really enjoyed it."
"Oh my god," I screamed like the teenage girl I had become, "you're
spying on me? When I get -"
"Paige, initiate obedience function 12 gratitude sweet"
Damn. She got me again.
"I'm very sorry I yelled," I said sweetly, "after you've been so
wonderful to me. But I am concerned about my lack of privacy."
"Oh, Paige. I really like you like this. Much nicer. Now I'm not spying
exactly, more like monitoring. You have my technology in your lithe
young body, and I need to record the data, see how your body acclimates
and adapts."
Jesus, this gets worse every minute, I thought.
" Umm, Joy? May I inquire about my age regression? Why did you make me
younger? Is this going to happen everyday? I mean if it's what you
want, then if course it's fine. But I was curious."
God damn it. It wasn't fine with me at all.
Another long pause. "I didn't do this, darling, I believe you did."
What the hell was she talking about? I didn't do anything.
"Not that I'm questioning you, after everything you've done for me, but
I don't know how I could have done this myself, " I said.
Joy said that as far as she could figure from the data, I had activated
the sexbot programming twice the last night, and that the second
overlapping activation had been particularly strong. I told her that
was in fact the case.
"Then, because you had been drinking fairly heavily," she said, "your
sense of self was in a weakened confused state. At that point, did you
imagine yourself as younger person?"
"I can't imagine when I would have - oh wait"
"What?" she asked, "you just remembered something. Tell me what you
were thinking."
"Well there was a moment when was confronted by this angry woman. I
think I felt - I remember now, thinking I felt like a young girl being
caught out by her mother."
Joy said the timeline on the data would support that as the moment of
change.
After a moment of silence it occurred to me that this insight into my
new physiology could very possibly provide me a way out of this game. I
was sure Joy figured that out as well. But before I took advantage of
that possible loophole, I wanted to make sure I didn't go out of this
as a looser. So first, I would have to start gaining more points.
"Joy, I know you've already been so sweet and done so much for me, but
I don't suppose there are any other ways for me to accumulate points
that you haven't mentioned yet, are there?"
She laughed. "I love that you're so competitive," she said. "You
already have the first week's challenges. Perhaps I will consider
posting some extra credit assignments. But for now, you better just up
your game. So far you're far from perfect. And this is only level one.
And as much as I would like you to remain like this, over ride will end
when our call is disconnected" She hung up.
I threw the phone to the floor, finally able to express my true
feelings. "Fuck you Joy," I screamed.
A question occurred to me - why hadn't either of the girls said
anything about the fact that I looked five years younger? Claire might
not have seen, but Abby had looked right at me while we had coffee.
Maybe it wasn't as obvious as I thought.
I put on one of my new bikinis - they still fit well enough - and then
a t shirt and some cute white cut offs and headed to the beach. After
some searching I found the girls lying face down on beach towels.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, "Could one of you help me put on some
lotion?"
Claire rolled over and sat up. "Sure, come here." I wriggled out of my
t-shirt and shorts. I felt almost naked. It was disconcerting. Claire's
soft hands and gentle touch were wonderful as she massaged the lotion
onto my back. It was over much too quickly.
" Here you go, " she threw me the lotion, "you can finish yourself."
"Ummm, so do I look different today?" I asked nonchalantly as I smeared
sunblock on.
Claire raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Well -" she looked at Abby.
"Not really," she said, "So anyway, you seem to have had fun last
night."
"Yeah, I've heard. Sorry about ruining your night."
Abby sat up. "Come here," she said fishing in her bag. "You know, you
have to put on your makeup after you shower."
"To come to the beach? Wouldn't that be a little much?"
"Not if you do it right," she said grabbing my face. She did my
eyelashes and eyebrows and, after examing several lipsticks, applied
one that was just a couple of shades darker than my own lips. She
handed me her phone so I could check the results.
"Except for the gloss on my lips, It hardly looks like you did
anything," I said.
"Not really, but that's the impression you want to give. Now let's do
something about your hair."
She took a brush out and started brushing my hair, once again pulling
the sides to the back, where she clipped it in place. I took a selfie
with her and sent it off to Joy.
"There's a young man over there checking you out. You might want to
give him a little smile," she said. Then she added "God you're
clueless. Give him a reason to stick around. By the way, didn't you say
you needed a job?"
Had I? Maybe last night at the bar?
"I heard they need a hostess at The Blue Herron. You might check it
out. By the way that guy that was checking you out is about to move
on," Abby said, "would it kill you to give him a little smile?"
A smile? I could do better than that. I pulled my shorts back on,
grabbed my bag and headed in his direction. "Initiate routine: flirt
cute" I said.
My body tingled and I felt that wonderful euphoria again. Like the
world was my oyster. I looked at the boy. He grew cuter by the second.
He had really broad shoulders, and dark curly hair. His T-shirt had the
name of some band I had never heard of.
"Hey," I said to him, "I'm like really bored just lying in the sun. Is
there a good place to get a slice of pizza around here?"
"Yeah," he said, acting a little surprised that I was talking to him.
"Jimmy's has great pizza. It's down the boardwalk."
I was still buzzing from the cheat. His lips looked very kissable, I
thought.
"Are you a lifeguard?" I asked him, "You certainly have the build." I
made a muscleman pose with my arms, and giggled. He smiled broadly. I
had him hooked. Now to reel him in. "So which way is this pizza place?"
He told me his name was Jimmy, and offered to walk with me to show me
the place. He said he had just graduated high school and was going on
to study art in college. " Hey," I said, "That's weird. I'm going to
study art too."
I grabbed his hat, put it on and went running down the beach with it.
He ran after me of course. I pretended to trip so he could catch me.
When I said the hat looked better on me than him, He agreed and told me
to keep it. Next I steered the conversation to video games. His
favorite was a new game called Warworld. When I told him a couple of
cheats he could use, he really got excited. I had him pose for a selfie
that I sent to Joy.
"I never met a girl who knew as much about video games as you," he said
as we got our pizza.
"Bet I could beat you at any game you choose," I said.
"Fat chance," he said. "But anyway, I didn't bring my game console to
the beach. Did you?"
"Hell, yeah," I lied. This was my move. I invited him over for a gaming
date. I figured I'd go buy a console and some games, we'd play a couple
of them, and then make out for a while. He looked hot enough to get me
a bunch of points. And I couldn't wait to taste those delicious looking
lips.Then I'd go out with the girls, score a few drinks off of some
lonely shmuck and tomorrow morning when my score was higher than the
other players, I would activate a couple of cheats like I had last
night, visualize myself turning back into my male self and head for
home. This was only the second day of this game and I already had a
winning strategy. And then I'd make Joy pay for what she had done to
me. It was a perfect plan.
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