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Almost Ready Inc.

<<silently>> <<if visited()<=1 >> <<script>> Config.history.maxStates = 1; <</script>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ Hello! The "2037 – Almost Ready Inc." game is about a desperate young man who used the wrong way of helping himself, which ended up in humiliation and feminization. It contains lots of adult content, therefore you've got to be legally adult (and at least 18 years old) to be able to read it. The game is highly repeatable and contains some randomized parts (some are affected by your actions, some are completely random), therefore playing it in exactly the same way twice doesn't have to end up in fully repetitive experience. It's not possible to see the whole content in one or two or even three runs. And there is LOTS to read. Additionally, it is supposed to be an engaging story, not only a fap material, but there are plenty of sexual situations inside! Proceed and have fun! If you'll like the game, don't forget to consider voting for it in the "Virtual World" themed contest: <a href="https://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=11699">TFGamesSite forum - best in the show</a> <a href="https://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=11698">TFGamesSite forum - most polished</a> <a href="https://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=11697">TFGamesSite forum - most original/unique</a> <hr> [[I admit that I am at least 18 years old, I understand that the game contains sexual elements and I am still willing to proceed bearing the responsibility of my decision.|Prolog]] PS. The quality of images is varying, some are accurate to the character's look, some not really. It's often hard and time consuming to find a specific image and I have close to 0 graphical skills of my own. PPS. I do not own any of the images that you can find here, all are just rips from the internet. If any of them are not suppose to be here and you're the creator, send me a message and I will edit the files. PPPS. I am not a native English speaker. I do my best to make it as readable as possible, but I can't make it perfect!

by MadAlice

We believe you're almost ready to succeed. Let us help you!

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<<set $intro to false>>\ &emsp;It was the year 2037. Five years ago the world underwent a big change. <span id="bg">The gratest minds of IT... But wait, do you even care? <<link "Yes!">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ The greatest minds of IT, including famous intellectuals from Morocco – Oumaima Abergel, Soukaina Harrak; and Ethiopia – Freaulai Mengistu, Gelila Tedesse; as well as other, less known scientist i.a. from UK – John Abrahamson; created ''Virtual World'' and the VW-machines. A fully digital world that looks as realistic as the normal one, using special devices to connect human brains with what happens inside, allowing them to move, speak and feel everything as if in normal, material world. From that day forward all people around the world started creating accounts and logging in to the new reality – a virtual one. &emsp;Thanks to the great concept, VW-machines (commonly called "''V-tubes''") were very cheap and easily transported to most people on the Earth, therefore over 50% of the human population had access to the Virtual World. Governments had to quickly adapt and create a working infrastructure inside the ''VW'', because every country had its own piece of VW servers. They had to provide ways of entertainment, design and create an enviroment for their virtual citizens, but most importantly, provide means of acquiring wealth through virtual jobs. &emsp;No one was obliged to live in a VW but most people eagerly transferred their everyday lives into this virtual alternative world. Mostly because of the convenience of being //inside// the Internet all the time, but also because of important improvements of lives, such as lack of physical disabilities or automatic ability of turning off the pain receptors (only in a life-threatening situation). Also a lot less life-threatening situations were occurring in general, since people's physical bodies were not involved. However, even up to this day, no one can live in VW exclusively. Some activities, such as daily ''obligatory rest for the body'' or periodic mental and physical health tests, are still happening in ''CL'' (it stands for Conscious Life, an official name for real world). &emsp;Although not only the world changed, but people also. New regulations and mentality created generally more tolerant view of different people, wealth, health and happiness. People were happier, on average, since most of them could access services and travel to places they could never before - thanks to the Virtual World. To keep things a bit easier to control and to help people (from youngsters to elders) deal with dramatic changes in everyday lives, new regulations forced people to create and maintain their ''virtual Avatars'' in shapes that ''resembled their real versions''. Therefore Avatars had to look the same as their owners. Not //exactly// the same, since hair dyeing, hairstyles and other non-permanent changes were available and treated as totally separate from real versions, but height, weight, natural hair color or eye color were bound to those belonging to owners from Conscious Life. However, physical disabilities were ignored and replaced by working, average replacements (like severed limbs, hunch or anything physical that prevented people from living normally). &emsp;Not everybody was happy with all that virtuality, some found it scary or threatening to human minds. Groups of fanatics can never be found in the Virtual World, never created an Avatar or deleted the one they had. Sometimes they try to convince others to do the same, sometimes they just want to show off or prove that it's possible to live without a VW, but whatever the reason, all of them create unnecessary problems for countries, that have to keep the CL infrastructure intact, to let them live normally, while taking care of VW countries as well. [[Continue|P1]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Not really">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ The greatest minds of IT created the Virtual World, an interactive internet-like virtual reality, available for common people. Everyone has to get back to CL (Conscious Life) time to time, but the VW is the main place to work, have fun and meet people. [[Continue|P1]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>

<<silently>> <<set $info.name to "Alex">> <<set $info.surname to "Orton">> <<set $info.hairC to "brown">> possible hair colors: black, brown, blonde, red <<set $info.height to 175>> possible height: 160-190 <<set $info.weight to 75>> possible weight: 60-90 <</silently>>\ \ &emsp;You lived in such a world. Young man with big dreams and big hopes. Single, again, but full of positive energy and belief that everything was going to be alright. That was who you wrre. At least, up to that year. Terrible year of 2037. But first, let's specify some details, shall we? <table><tr><td>Enter your ''name'' (male): </td><td><<textbox "$info.name" "Alex">></td></tr><tr> <td>Enter your ''last name'': </td><td><<textbox "$info.surname" "Orton">></td></tr></table>\ <table><tr><td valign="top">Choose your ''hair color'':</td><td valign="top"> • blonde <<radiobutton "$info.hairC" "blonde">><br>• brown <<radiobutton "$info.hairC" "brown" checked>><br>• red <<radiobutton "$info.hairC" "red">><br>• black <<radiobutton "$info.hairC" "black">><br></td></tr></table>\ <table><tr><td valign="top">Choose your ''eyes color'':</td><td valign="top"> • blue <<radiobutton "$info.eyesC" "blue">><br>• brown <<radiobutton "$info.eyesC" "brown" checked>><br>• grey <<radiobutton "$info.eyesC" "grey">></td></tr></table>\ <table><tr>\ <td>Your ''age'' is &emsp;<span id="age">&emsp;<<print $info.age>> years</span></td> <td><<button "↑">> <<set $info.age++>> <<if $info.age>40>> <<set $info.age=40>> <<endif>> <<replace "#age">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.age>> years\ <</replace>> <</button>> <<button "↓">> <<set $info.age-->> <<if $info.age<21>> <<set $info.age=21>> <<endif>> <<replace "#age">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.age>> years\ <</replace>> <</button>></td> </tr></table>\ <table><tr>\ <td>Your ''height'' is <span id="height">&emsp;<<print $info.height>> cm</span></td> <td><<button "↑">> <<set $info.height++>> <<if $info.height>190>> <<set $info.height=190>> <<endif>> <<replace "#height">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.height>> cm\ <</replace>> <</button>> <<button "↓">> <<set $info.height-->> <<if $info.height<160>> <<set $info.height=160>> <<endif>> <<replace "#height">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.height>> cm\ <</replace>> <</button>></td> </tr></table>\ <table><tr>\ <td>Your ''weight'' is <span id="weight">&emsp;<<print $info.weight>> kg</span></td> <td><<button "↑">> <<set $info.weight++>> <<if $info.weight>90>> <<set $info.weight=90>> <<endif>> <<replace "#weight">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.weight>> kg\ <</replace>> <</button>> <<button "↓">> <<set $info.weight-->> <<if $info.weight<60>> <<set $info.weight=60>> <<endif>> <<replace "#weight">>\ &emsp;<<print $info.weight>> kg\ <</replace>> <</button>></td> </tr></table>\ [[Ready|P2]]

&emsp;Year 2037 wasn't the best for you, to put it mildly. It was not even a quarter of it and your life already got ruined. Breaking up with another girl (she was your fifth and it took you shocking 3 months to end your relationship) was nothing, you got accustomed to the fact that women totally didn't get you. The important fact was that you lost your job! Not that you liked it very much, but it certainly gave you enough money to survive. &emsp;After many weeks of fruitless searching, you finally showed up at the labor office, only to hear another bad news. Currently there were no jobs for a person with your qualifications, or rather lack of them. ''The ACA, Automatically Controlled Avatar'', sitting beside the counter, smiled at you nervously, ashamed that she couldn't help. You shrugged, disappointed and resigned. Your savings were almost done, it was a matter of days for you to starve – or try to look for some awful, physical jobs in Conscious Life, outside of the VW. – //You can try one of these, Sir.// – you heard the voice of an ACA girl again – //Maybe they can help you.// &emsp;She pointed her finger to some leaflets at the table across the corridor. You murmured your thanks and walked toward the table. Before you reached it, you took a last glance at the woman behind the counter. She was quite pretty and young looking. Most ACAs were designed by artists working for government and were looking from kind of meh to really beautiful, but this one reminded you of your third girlfriend, Ayumi. She was Japanese and you were pretty sure that was how she'd look like, if not her usual //kawaii// style. [img[imgs/Ayumi1.jpg]] &emsp;She loved when people were calling her cute, treating her like a little girl and happily laughed at her childish innocence. But in truth, she was the most dissolute woman you ever met. From the very beginning, you never had a normal sex with her. It always included either some BDSM, various fetishes or just happened in semi-public places. You loved it, so did she, but finally you had to break up. She was great in bed (figuratively speaking, because you rarely did it in the //bed//) but was just too much of an ignorant. She didn't care about what happens in the country or the world, politics, sports or even books or movies. All she wanted was attention, sex, cosplay and convents. At some point you yelled at her for that and she never showed up again. Up to this day you miss her. Or... Rather, her voluptuous body. [img[imgs/Ayumi2.jpg]] &emsp;Finally, you reached the table. Pieces of paper, covered in colorful shapes and text, were lying there to help people to find a job. Mostly helpless people, that couldn't get a normal, well paid job, by themselves. People like you. You searched through the papers and shuffled them, looking for something interesting. Only three of them caught your attention. &emsp;The first one was from "BatteryNet", great business in the Virtual World that used peoples' brains as additional computing power for their servers. Okay money for awful, degrading job, but surely they would hire you without questions. &emsp;Next one was from "OutsideWorld", kind of a cult from Conscious Life, filled with people that rejected the VW and worked using their bodies in old-school way. You didn't know much about them but you were sure that working in CL is the last thing you wanted to do in your life. &emsp;The last one you never heard about and looked promising. It was called "the Almost Ready Inc." and they promised to alter yourself a little bit, to make you more appropriate for hiring. &emsp;Choose the most interesting leaflet: [[ • the Almost Ready Inc.|AlmostReady]] [[ • the BatteryNet (ending!)|BatteryNet]] [[ • the OutsideWorld (ending!)|OutsideWorld]]

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&emsp;You took the leaflet with "Almost Ready Inc." offer again, to read it carefully this time. It said: //"We bet you're Almost Ready to get an awesome job! What is holding you back is just a need for a little boost to your appearance. Small changes add up! We'll help you here and there to better fit your dream job... for free! Check out the AlmostReady application right now!"// &emsp;It sounded like a scam, but very interesting one. It surely isn't really for free – no one would do such a thing – but maybe it is exactly what you needed? It's not like you have many choices right now anyway. You decided to install the application and try it out. You mentally brought up your store tab in front of your eyes and searched for the app. After a few seconds it was ready to use. [[Try it out.|AR_FirstUse]]

&emsp;Maybe it was a good idea? Maybe the VW was the source of your problems and you did not fit in such life. &emsp;After logging out, you dressed up and went off to the City Information Center. It wasn't a long walk but since you didn't go out much, you managed to get tired anyway. &emsp;Finally you reached it and talked with a guy about the OutsideWorld company. He contacted you with HR and they quickly agreed to hire you, saying that every person willing to leave the VW is precious to them. &emsp;Hesitantly, you went to their head quarters the next day, to hear that they can provide you with a normal house (without a V-tube, of course), clothes and real food. At first untrustful, you quickly realized that such life was better in every aspect for you. You found new friends, always had enough food and didn't have to think much about your life. Additionally, it turned out that those people were very... open. They did not want to stop others from having fun, since it was a human thing to do, therefore you quickly realized that monogamous life was not their favourite! All women there, apart from cooking, cleaning and working in the field, were willing to have sex with handsome men. And as it happened you //were// a handsome man, therefore fucking turned out to be one of the most common work in the field that awaited you. <<video "outsideEnd">> END 2 – Old McDicknald had a farm. <<link "That's it." "LastWords">><</link>>

&emsp;Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. After all, you didn't have to really know anything to work there, and they were eager to hire new people. You decided to go to the BatteryNet Center right away. &emsp;The woman behind the counter was nice and helpful. She explained everything to you clearly, informing you that the job was to simply step into their machines and wait for 8 hours straight, to let it harvest your brain's computing power and your energy, which will be used to power up Virtual World. After that you wake up and you were done! And the money was pretty decent, enough to pay up rent and buy something nice, plus better food. You eagerly signed up and the next day you showed up early, excited to work the easy way. &emsp;Another woman led you to the machine and after you stepped in, the lights went dim. Suddenly the device attached things to your body and held you in place, after which a rubbery and wet thing pushed itself into your butthole! You screamed and tried to run away, but in vain, the machine kept fucking your asshole, while the machine attacked your brain and used it for the VW purposes. It felt as if you could not really focus on anything, your mind could not think about anything in particular. &emsp;After 8 hours of fucking, your asshole was gaping and you felt violated and tired, but at the same time your dick was constantly hard and you couldn't think about anything but orgasm. You thought about complaining to the staff, but the idea seemed too humiliating. &emsp;Two days later you came in the machine for the first time. An anal orgasm filled your body with unknown pleasure. From this day you happily attended to your new job, sometimes even taking overtime hours. <<video "batteryEnd">> END 1 – Powered up. <<link "That's it." "LastWords">><</link>>

<span id="salary">\ //Welcome! Thank you for using the Almost Ready application. Before you continue, please enter your current salary or the salary from your last job. We want to determine if we are able to help you get a better job than you have or had in past! We don't want to let you down, so be honest here. Please, type in your current/last salary: <<textbox "_none" "450">>. Value in Abatuses [Æ]// <<link "Confirm">>\ <<replace "#salary">>\ &emsp;"Wow", you thought to yourself. The Application said you could count on at least tripling your last salary! That'd be great, if that was true of course. Then, as usual, you were expected to read and agree to terms and conditions. As far as you heard, no one ever really reads them, at least for over 30 years, but everyone had to scroll through them to click "OK". For many, it was already too much, but you were a strong willed person and decided to get through this. <span id="terms">\ <<link "Read Terms and Conditions.">>\ <<replace "#terms">>\ <span style="font-size: 65%;">Terms and Conditions Convenient ''TL;DR'' with the most important information: 1. We will change your Avatar, to help you get a decent job! 2. We //guarantee// that you will be hired at a decent job for a 6 months period, after which you will be able to continue on normal terms. 3. The application itself is free, but you will be bound to pay the Almost Ready Inc. with three quarters of your salary for a given 6 months period, after which you will pay another quarter every month for twelve months. Then you're completely free from any allegiance to the Almost Ready Inc. 4. //Very important!// You cannot cancel the treatment after you decide to start, nor leave a given job in mentioned 6 months period! Think it through before you commit! 5. The Almost Ready Inc. will provide all necessary treatments and educational programs that could be needed for your transformation and in your new job! Full version of Terms and conditions: By accessing this application, you agree to be bound by the terms and conditions appearing in this document. If there is anything you do not understand, please inform any enquiry to page sttp:\\3s1D2%Support and send a ticket. In these terms and conditions "We/us/our/AlmostReady/AR" means The Almost Ready Incorporated Service Company, "Service/application" means the application that you're currently using, located at sttp:\\3s14D2%Main (or any subsequent URL which may replace it), and all associated micro sites of AlmostReady and "You/your" means you as a user of the Service. The Almost Ready Incorporated Service Company is working and is associated with The General Guvernment Of VW And CL and therefore have rights to and is able to interfere with your appearance, both in VW and CL, if You agree to such actions. In accordance with the act 213 of TGGOVWACL Terms of Living, AR is able to provide its service to You only once per 3 years, unless very specific circumstance occurs. These are malfunction of the Service and deliberate detrimental action of a company employee. In any other case, AR is not able to provide its service to You again for 3 years, since the day the Service is provided. You shall not use the Service for any illegal purposes, and you will use it in compliance with all applicable laws and regulations. You agree not to use the Service in a way that may cause the Service to be interrupted, damaged, rendered less efficient or such that the effectiveness or functionality of the Service is in any way impaired; You agree not to attempt any unauthorised access to any part or component of the Service; and You agree that in the event that you have any right, claim or action against any Users arising out of that User's use of the Service, then you will pursue such right, claim or action independently of and without recourse to us. You agree to be fully responsible for (and fully indemnify us against) all claims, liability, damages, losses, costs and expenses, including legal fees, suffered by us and arising out of any breach of the conditions by you or any other liabilities arising out of your use of the Service, or the use by any other person accessing the Service using your VW-machine. We reserve the right to modify or withdraw, temporarily or permanently, the Service with or without notice to you and you confirm that we shall not be liable to you or any third party for any modification to or withdrawal of the Service. We are not responsible for the availability of any external applications or resources, and do not endorse and are not responsible or liable, directly or indirectly, for the privacy practices or the content (including misrepresentative or defamatory content) of any third party applications, including (without limitation) any advertising, products or other materials or services on or available from such applications or resources, nor for any damage, loss or offence caused or alleged to be caused by, or in connection with, the use of or reliance on any such content, goods or services available on such external applications or resources. We have the right, but not the obligation, to monitor any activity and content associated with the Service. We may investigate any reported violation of these Conditions or complaints and take any action that we deem appropriate (which may include, but is not limited to, issuing warnings, suspending, terminating or attaching conditions to your access and/or removing any materials from the Service). In accordance with the act b13 of TGGOVWACL Terms of Living, AR is able to change the appearance of your VW Avatar. All changes are irreversible for a given time of 3 years and are bound to necessary changes of CL body, to match the VW Avatar, if needed. Avatar changes are purely cosmetic and will never alter your physical capabilities, health or VW Status. Avatar changes will always be provided in accordance with your answers in our Introduction Test. If it is not the case, due to a bug on AR side, You will be provided with one more chance to fill Introduction Test, that you need to obliged to, as soon as the Service will work properly again. You acknowledge and agree that all copyright, trademarks and all other intellectual property rights in all material or content supplied as part of the Service shall remain at all times vested in us or our licensors. You are permitted to use this material only as expressly authorised by us. You acknowledge and agree that the material and content contained within the Service is made available for your personal, non-commercial use only and that you may use such material and content onto only one VW-machine. Any other use of the material and content of the Service is strictly prohibited. You agree not to (and agree not to assist or facilitate any third party to) copy, reproduce, transmit, publish, display, distribute, commercially exploit or create derivative works of such material and content. The Service is Copyright, The Almost Ready Incorporated Service Company. All rights reserved. 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We will not be liable, in contract, tort (including, without limitation, negligence), pre-contract or other representations (other than fraudulent misrepresentations) or otherwise out of or in connection with the application or products or services offered on the service, whether by us or on our behalf (including free software downloads) for any economic losses (including without limitation loss of revenues, profits, contracts, business or anticipated savings) or any loss of goodwill or reputation, or any loss or corruption of data, or any special or indirect or consequential losses; in any case whether or not such losses were within the contemplation of either of us at the date on which the event giving rise to the loss occurred. We will not be liable in contract, tort or otherwise if you incur loss or damage connecting to the Service through a third party's shatext link. Notwithstanding any other provision in the Conditions, nothing shall limit your rights as a consumer under World law where or insofar as such rights cannot be derogated from by contract. Nothing in the Conditions shall exclude or limit our liability for death or personal injury resulting from our negligence or that of our servants, agents or employees. If any part of the Conditions shall be deemed unlawful, void or for any reason unenforceable, then that provision shall be deemed to be severable from these Conditions and shall not affect the validity and enforceability of any of the remaining provisions of the Conditions. Nothing shall be construed as a waiver by us of any preceding or succeeding breach of any provision. These Conditions and documents referred to herein (as amended from time to time) contain the entire agreement between you and us relating to the subject matter covered and supersede any previous agreements, arrangements, undertakings or proposals, written or oral, between you and us in relation to such matters. No oral explanation or oral information given by either of us shall alter the interpretation of these Conditions. You confirm that, in agreeing to accept these Conditions, you have not relied on any representation save insofar as the same has expressly been made a representation in these Conditions and you agree that you shall have no remedy in respect of any misrepresentation which has not become a term of these Conditions save that your agreement contained in this Clause shall not apply in respect of any fraudulent misrepresentation whether or not such has become a term of these Conditions. Due to the fact, that Avatar changes might bound your CL body to change as well, AlmostReady will send your information to you The NovaTibi InUnaDie Corporation Limited, a clinic that will provide necessary changes. AR will also provide all needed money for such service. AR is not responsible for The NovaTibi InUnaDie services and You need to accept their Terms and conditions before using the AR application. You can find them here: sttp:\\sf#sf%Terms. For your convenience, by accepting AR Terms and conditions you immediately accept The NovaTibi InUnaDie Terms and conditions as well. After the alterations are complete, You will indispensably take part in the intro-educational program that will be provided to you. The program will help you acquire the necessary skills, needed for Your future job. After all changes are complete, as well as the intro-educational program, AR guarantees you to find a job that is cataloged as "Decent", in accordance with the act z167 of TGGOVWACL Terms of Living, and therefore is not susceptible to recantation. You are bound to work in a given place for a time of six months. For this time, three quarters of your salary will always be transferred to AR as a payment for AR services. After this time You are bound to provide a quarter of your salary to AR for another twelve months, but the boss of your job, provided by AR, is not free to fire You if needed, and AR stopps guaranteeing you a place for work. The Service may be used by you only for your personal, non-commercial use in accordance with these Terms and conditions. Unless otherwise explicitly stated herein, nothing contained in these Terms and conditions shall be construed as conferring by implication or otherwise any license or right to use any trademark, patent, design right, copyright or other intellectual property rights of AR. You are granted a personal, limited, non-transferable, non-exclusive license to access the Service, provided that you do not and do not facilitate any third party to modify, copy, reproduce, broadcast, republish, sell, resell, exploit, reverse engineer (except to the extent permitted by law), disassemble, create derivative works or distribute in any way any portion of the Service or any materials provided in the Service, including, but not limited to design and materials including all text, still and motion video, audio and audiovisual materials, artwork, graphics, code and / or software and all other copyrightable elements (the “Content”). 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You agree that you will not: A) Transmit messages which are offensive, unlawful, harassing, defamatory, vulgar, obscene, hateful, sexually explicit, or otherwise objectionable; B) Post advertisements to sell goods or services; C) Impersonate any real person, including without limitation an agent of AR, or otherwise communicate in the Communication Services in any way designed to make others believe that your message constitutes a server message or was otherwise posted by a representative of AR; D) Engage in “shenating”; E) Engage in spamming, cross-posting; F) Hack any Communication Facility or exploit any bugs in same; or G) Upload files that contain software or other material protected by intellectual property laws or by rights of privacy and publicity, unless you own or control the rights thereto or have received all necessary consents. Additional rules in connection with the Communication Facilities may be posted within such facilities. 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If you fail to comply with any of the terms, AR will provide you with a warning for your non-compliance. In case of a serious violation of the terms or in case of repeated cases of non-compliance, AR reserves the right to immediately terminate the Service to you and impose a financial fine. You may not terminate the Service until six months of work are completed, unless you didn't start the AR intro test. When you visit the Application, use the Service, or send messages to us, you are communicating with us electronically. You consent to receiving communications from us electronically in order to answer your inquiries or comments, to provide you with an invoice, or with general information regarding the Service. We will communicate with you by messages or by posting notices on the Application or on the Communication Facilities or by calling you via VPhone. You agree that all agreements, notices, disclosures and other communications that we provide to you electronically satisfy any legal requirement that such communications be in writing. As a user of AlmostReady application you confirm that you have read, understand and agree to these Terms and Conditions Of Use of the Service. If you do not agree, do not use AlmostReady Services.</span> [[I accept and want to continue.|Tired]] <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>

&emsp;You woke up later than you planned, but it didn't bother you that much. Basically the only thing you wanted to do today was checking out your new application, so the fact that you slept in didn't change much. &emsp;Stretching yourself first, you get up off the bed and went to get changed. Your usual attire were baggy pants (today you chose Bermuda shorts), white tank top (that you had plenty of), a //holoester// jacket and a pair of pumping sneakers. You liked your style, it shouted "young and manly". &emsp;After washing yourself and using the toilet, you decided to skip the breakfast, due to your financial problems, and were already mounting yourself into a V-tube. Everything was easy to connect, at least for people like you, which means those who follow trends and were familiar with the technologies. A few moments later your mind was already starting to fade out while your brain was interwined with VW servers. //Welcome back, <<print $info.name + " " + $info.surname>>! Have a good time.// &emsp;You showed up in the News Hub, the place you chose as your spawning spot. Hundreds of people around, it was hard to overlook the fact that it was a common choice. Craving for some privacy you went away from the people, without even reading today's news, and walked toward your favourite place to relax: the Park. &emsp;Full of trees and squirrels, bunch of conveniently located benches included and some epic boulders dug into the ground. You say on one of the benches, no one around you, and turned on the application again, eager to see how it works. [[Use application|AR_Test]]

<<set $qNumber to 0>>\ <span id="question">\ //Hello again, <<print $info.name>>! Our detectors say you are ready to begin the test. The application needs you to be ''isolated'' for safety reasons. Do you agree? WARNING: Keep in mind that if you agree, you won't be able to interrupt the process until it's finished. It should take only a few minutes and consists of asking you a few simple questions.// &emsp;Many applications use the "isolation" mechanic. It makes your avatar disappear for other users, isolating it from environment to achieve privacy, comfort, etc. Without much thinking you clicked "OK" and everything around you disappeared. You were standing in a small cubic room with white walls, ceiling and floor, and nothing else. In front of you appeared another message from the application. //Thank you. Remember, you cannot logout during the test. Click the "Start" button to answer your first question.// <<button "Start">> <<replace "#question">>\<<display "ShowNextQuestion">><</replace>> <</button>> </span>

<<set $avbody = { hairL: { poss: ["short","shoulder length","long","tailbone length"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, hairC: { poss: ["black","blonde","red"], tend: [10,10,10], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, hairS: { poss: ["straight","curly"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, skinC: { poss: ["white","tanned","black","olive"], tend: [10,10,10,10], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, eyebrowsS: { poss: ["straight","curved","arched"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, eyebrowsV: { poss: ["thin","thick"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, eyesC: { poss: ["blue","brown","green","pink"], tend: [10,10,10,10], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, lipsS: { poss: ["full","luscious","plump"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, lipsC: { poss: ["pink","peach","coral","salmon"], tend: [10,10,10,10], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, weight: { poss: ["skinny","average","fat"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, exactValue: 90, count: function() { var weight = Math.floor(this.exactValue/10); if(weight<6) this.val=0; else if(weight<9) this.val=1; else this.val=2; }, countBMI: function() { var h = $avbody.height.exactValue/100; h = h*h; var index = this.exactValue/h; if (index<18) $avbody.weight.bmi = 0; else if (index<25) $avbody.weight.bmi = 1; else $avbody.weight.bmi = 2; return index; }, bmi: -1 }, height: { poss: ["short","average","tall"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, exactValue: 190, count: function() { var height = Math.floor(this.exactValue/10); if(height<16) this.val=0; else if(height<18) this.val=1; else this.val=2; }, }, hips: { poss: ["feminine","wide","child-bearing"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, waist: { poss: ["narrow","slender","fat"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, }, boobs: { poss: ["small","average","big","huge"], tend: [0,0,0,0], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, exactValue: "AA", }, butt: { poss: ["tight","round","bubble","huge"], val: 0, txt: function(){ return this.poss[this.val]; }, } }>>

<<set $info to { name: "DefaultName", surname: "DefaultSurname", hairC: "DefaultHairColor", eyesC: "DefaultEyesColor", age: 30, height: 175, weight: 75, bmi: function(){ var index = (this.weight/((this.height/100)*(this.height/100))); if (index<18) return 0; else if (index<25) return 1; else return 2; } }>>

avbody <<set $avbody.weight.count()>>\ <<set $avbody.height.count()>>\ <<for _x=0;_x<Object.keys($avbody).length;_x++>> <<print Object.keys($avbody)[_x]>> <<print "&emsp;poss: " + $avbody[Object.keys($avbody)[_x]].poss>> <<print "&emsp;val: " + $avbody[Object.keys($avbody)[_x]].val>> <<print "&emsp;txt: " + $avbody[Object.keys($avbody)[_x]].txt()>> <</for>> Weight exact: <<print $avbody.weight.exactValue>> Height exact: <<print $avbody.height.exactValue>> Cup size exact: <<print $avbody.boobs.exactValue>> <hr> info <<for _x=0;_x<Object.keys($info).length;_x++>> <<print Object.keys($info)[_x] + ": " + $info[Object.keys($info)[_x]]>> <</for>> <<print "bmi result: "+$info.bmi()>> <hr> job <<for _x=0;_x<Object.keys($job).length;_x++>> <<if Object.keys($job)[_x] == "winner">><<print "winner() function">><<else>><<print Object.keys($job)[_x] + ": " + $job[Object.keys($job)[_x]]>><<endif>> <</for>> current jobTxt: <<print $job.jobTxt[$job.val]>> <hr> Final info: <<print $final.job>> <<print $final.jobId>> <<print $final.hairL>> <<print $final.hairLId>> <<print $final.hairC>> <<print $final.hairCId>> <<print $final.hairS>> <<print $final.hairSId>> <<print $final.hairImg>> <<print $final.skinC>> <<print $final.skinCId>> <<print $final.eyebrowsS>> <<print $final.eyebrowsSId>> <<print $final.eyebrowsV>> <<print $final.eyebrowsVId>> <<print $final.eyesC>> <<print $final.eyesCId>> <<print $final.lipsS>> <<print $final.lipsSId>> <<print $final.lipsC>> <<print $final.lipsCId>> <<print $final.lipsImg>> <<print $final.weight>> <<print $final.weightId>> <<print $final.weightExact>> <<print $final.bmi>> <<print $final.height>> <<print $final.heightId>> <<print $final.heightExact>> <<print $final.hips>> <<print $final.hipsId>> <<print $final.waist>> <<print $final.waistId>> <<print $final.butt>> <<print $final.buttId>> <<print $final.boobs>> <<print $final.boobsId>> <<print $final.boobsExact>> Acc <<print $final.acc.color>> <<print $final.acc.heelsH>> <<print $final.acc.nailsL>> <<print $final.acc.handbag>>

<<set $qNames to ["JobQ_Age","JobQ_MorningPerson","JobQ_Kids","JobQ_Teaching","JobQ_Clean","JobQ_Sport","JobQ_Book","JobQ_Math","JobQ_Grades","JobQ_Typing","JobQ_Exercise","JobQ_Happy","JobQ_Looks","JobQ_Coffee","JobQ_Writing","JobQ_Understanding","JobQ_Smalltalk","JobQ_Dresscode","JobQ_Responsible","JobQ_Body","JobQ_Flexible","JobQ_People","JobQsDone", "BodyQ_HairL","BodyQ_EyesC","BodyQ_Lips1","BodyQ_EyebrowsS","BodyQ_Butt1","BodyQ_SkinC","BodyQ_HairS","BodyQ_Butt2","BodyQ_EyebrowsV","BodyQ_Lips2","BodyQ_HairC","BodyQ_Cupsize","FinalSetup"]>>\ <<display $qNames[$qNumber]>>\

<<set $job to { jobs: [0,0,0,0], jobTxt: ["maid","teacher","secretary","model"], winner: function(){ var max = -1; var index = 0; for(var i=0;i<$job.jobs.length;i++){ if(max<$job.jobs[i]){ max=$job.jobs[i]; index=i; } else if(max==$job.jobs[i]){ var r = Math.random()*10; index=r>4?i:index; } } this.val = index; }, val: 0, }>>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;Another question appeared. This time it took you a bit more time to answer, but only slightly. //Are you a morning person?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<<button "Next">> <<set $qNumber++>> <<replace "#question">><<display "ShowNextQuestion">><</replace>> <</button>>

<<silently>> <<set $job.winner()>> <<if $cheats>> <<set $job.val to $cheatsJob>> <<endif>> <<set _x to 0>> <<if $info.weight<71>> <<set _x to random(40,54)>> <<elseif $info.weight<81>> <<set _x to random(55,79)>> <<else>> <<set _x to random(80,105)>> <<endif>> <<set $avbody.weight.exactValue to _x>> <<if $info.height<170>> <<set _x to random(140,159)>> <<elseif $info.height<181>> <<set _x to random(159,179)>> <<else>> <<set _x to random(180,190)>> <<endif>> <<set $avbody.height.exactValue to _x>> <<set $avbody.waist.val to $avbody.weight.val>> <<if $avbody.weight.exactValue>115>> <<set $avbody.weight.exactValue=115>> <<elseif $avbody.weight.exactValue<40>> <<set $avbody.weight.exactValue=40>> <<endif>> <<if $avbody.height.exactValue>190>> <<set $avbody.height.exactValue=190>> <<elseif $avbody.height.exactValue<140>> <<set $avbody.height.exactValue=140>> <<endif>> <<set $avbody.weight.val = $avbody.weight.countBMI()>> <<set $avbody.height.count()>> <</silently>> <<goto "QuestionsDummy">>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Teacher.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;So far so good. This one seems weird, a bit pedo-alerting, but you figured out that it probably is used to determine if you can work with kids. //Would you say that you like kids or that kids do like you, in general?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $avbody.boobs.tend[2]+=5>> <<set $avbody.boobs.tend[3]+=5>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ &emsp;A question appeared in front of you with a button underneath it. You hope there were no hard questions there. //How old are you?// &emsp;You wondered what would happen if you lied. Almost sure that it was just a safety question to be sure that the user is adult, you entered your real age. That is <<print $info.age>> years old. <<display "BtnNext">> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you like to share with others what's best in you?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you prefer to work in a clean space over a managable chaos?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you play sports?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you read books?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: 7,8,14 = increases Maid, Model. 11 = increases Teacher.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;"Oh shit", you thought. Things just go serious. You could expect that it will include some questions that will embarass you in front of who know what people if you answer it wrong. You were never the best in math but it was your time to shine! //A merchant can place 8 large boxes or 10 small boxes into a carton for shipping. In one shipment, he sent a total of 96 boxes. If there are more large boxes than small boxes, how many cartons did he ship?// <span id="next">\ <<button "7">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "8">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "9">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "10">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "11">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "12">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "13">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "14">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher.</span> <<endif>>\ //Were your grades in school usually above the average?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ //Are you quick with typing?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you exercise by yourself regularly?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Model.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;Certainly not in last days, but it's probably about the average in your life. It's a hard question though. //Do you feel mostly happy?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Secretary, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ //Are you usually highly concerned of how do you look?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;And how //that// question was supposed to help you with getting a job? "Oh well, here you go", you sighed. //Do you like coffee?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you feel comfortable with handwriting?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you understand people easily?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;"Yeah, I made a few games in it", you chuckled to yourself, laughing at your own joke. But hey, it was time to get serious. Your life needed some serious change, because you didn't feel //almost ready// at all. //Are you good at small talk?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: No = increases Maid, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;Depends on what kind of dress code it is! But in general... //Do you have a problem with dress codes?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Teacher, Secretary.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you think you are a responsible person?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Secretary, Model.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you take care of your body?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[2]++>> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Model.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;"Yay, maybe I'll work in circus!", was your first, sarcastic thought. But really, you hoped it wasn't going to be the outcome of this test. //Is your body flexible?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[3]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Yes = increases Maid, Teacher.</span> <<endif>>\ //Do you feel good around people?// <span id="next">\ <<button "Yes">> <<set $job.jobs[0]++>> <<set $job.jobs[1]++>> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "No">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span> </span>

<span id="q">\ <<if $cheats>>\ <span style="color: red;">Hint: Bigger cup = bigger chance of big boobs, and vice versa.</span> <<endif>>\ &emsp;"Okay, something's wrong", you said out loud. Automatically you tried to close the application but it wasn't possible. It seemed that the application bugged and took you for a woman or something. "Maybe that's why so many hair related questions?", you thought and tried to turn off the app again, in vein. There was no other way than to continue. //Let us measure your current cup size// <<button "Measure me now!">> <<replace "#q">>\ <<display "MeasureMe">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span>

<<set $qNumber++>>\ <span id="question">\ <<display "ShowNextQuestion">> </span>

<<set $final to { job: "", jobId: 0, jobPosition: "", jobPositionId: 0, hairL: "", hairLId: 0, hairC: "", hairCId: 0, hairS: "", hairSId: 0, hairImg: "", skinC: "", skinCId: 0, eyebrowsS: "", eyebrowsSId: 0, eyebrowsV: "", eyebrowsVId: 0, eyesC: "", eyesCId: 0, lipsS: "", lipsSId: 0, lipsC: "", lipsCId: 0, lipsImg: "", weight: "", weightId: 0, weightExact: 0, height: "", heightId: 0, heightExact: 0, bmi: 0, hips: "", hipsId: 0, waist: "", waistId: 0, butt: "", buttId: 0, boobs: "", boobsId: 0, boobsExact: "", makeup: 0, acc : { handbag : "", handbagPoss : ["hobo","baguette","circle"], color : "", colorPoss : ["blue","black","beige","red"], nailsL : "", nailsLPoss : ["short", "medium", "long"], heelsH : "", heelsHPoss : ["flat", "3inch", "5inch"] }, skills : [0,0,0], }>>

//That's all! In a few moments you'll exit the isolation but results will be ready in two hours. We need to take a few steps to ensure your wellbeing and give you the best chance for a better life. Please, be patient and wait for results.// &emsp;The test ended but before you closed the application you saved the number for Almost Ready support. Two hours for results? Enough time to straighten things up. Right after exiting isolation, and showing up in the park once again, you called the support. – //Hello, Almost Ready technical help. How can I help you?// – asked you a somewhat bored but very cute voice of a girl. She sounded like she was about 20-ish years old. – @@.main;Hi, I just used your application but I think it classified my gender incorrectly@@ – your voice was calm. – //Your name, please?// – @@.main;I'm <<print $info.surname + " " + $info.name>>.@@ – //Ok, thanks. I'll just start with the fact that as for now, our Service is designed only for childbearing genders. Are you in the scope?// – @@.main;What? No, no I'm not. Why it didn't say so?!@@ – //Oh... It was written in terms and conditions, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>//. – @@.main;Damn it... I had to miss that one. Shouldn't it be more obvious?@@ – //Haha// – she laughed quietly – //Yeah, it probably should. But you're the first one calling us in that matter, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. Thank you for your feedback, I'll inform authorities to update our "TL;DR" section.// – @@.main;And what about me?@@ – //Don't worry// – she giggled – //I'll speak to people that are responsible for the system and will cancel your actions. I'll call you back as soon as I'll have more information. Is that okay?// – @@.main;Yes, thank you. Ha, it's so embarrassing!@@ – //Oh, it's nothing, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. It's just a funny mistake. I wish you a good day and look forward to my call. Bye!// – @@.main;Thank you, I wish you a nice day too. Goodbye!@@ &emsp;You closed the conversation and involuntarily laughed at your own stupidity. Instead of changing your life for the better, you just took a test for women and trans-women! Life is...weird. &emsp;It was still early and you had decided to avoid loud places for now, to finish AR business in peace. Therefore, you stayed in in the park where you sat for two hours, reading your currently saved book, waiting for a response. Suddenly a message popped up in front of you. //Results are ready. Do you agree to be isolated?// &emsp;The AR application calculated your answers already. You thought that support will call you before it happens but seems like they have quite a bit of work there. You declined the message, but another appeared right after. //The transformation is mandatory for your new job. You can postpone it only for an hour. Do you want to change your mind and be isolated right now?// &emsp;You declined the message again, it finally went fully off. While sitting there and thinking for a few more minutes, you wondered what would the app do with your avatar. After all it will be cancelled anyway, why wouldn't you try it out? &emsp;With that thought you closed your book and turned on AR again. This time you agreed for isolation and in a moment you were standing in a white box again. [[Wait for your transformation|Transformation]]

<<silently>>[[BodyQ_Cupsize]]<</silently>>\ &emsp;A few lights appeared around you, circling your body and moving from your neck to your belly button. Moment later they disappeared and a message popped out, saying: //Error! There was a problem during the measurments. We're very sorry, please choose your current cup size from the list instead.// <span id="next">\ <<button "AA cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 0>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "AA">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "A cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 0>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "A">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "B cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 1>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "B">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "C cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 1>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "C">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "D cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 2>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "D">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> <<button "DD cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 2>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "DD">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "E cup">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 3>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "E">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>>\ &emsp;<<button "F cup or more">> <<set $avbody.boobs.val = 3>> <<set $avbody.boobs.exactValue = "F">> <<replace "#next">> &emsp;&emsp;<<display "BtnNext">> <</replace>> <</button>> </span>

&emsp;The familiar feeling of waking up from the VW filled your body and mind. Unfortunately, logging out did not erase the embarrassment that you were experiencing. "Gods, why did this happen... It was supposed to be just an innocent fun! And it spiraled into a traumatic story... My bad, I guess. I shouldn't try to abuse that." &emsp;While waiting for a call from the Arlmost Ready support, you entered the bathroom. Looking in the mirror and seeing good old //You// was very pleasant in regard to what just happened. You kind of regret that you didn't pay more attention to your new avatar's body, but you were in a hurry. You expected the call any minute and there were more important matters... "Like making a fool and pervert out of myself." &emsp;A few hours later your MC finally rang and you picked it up, accepting the conversation. - //Hello, do I talk to Mr. <<print $info.surname>>?// - it was the same girl as before. - @@.main;Yes, that's me. I've been waiting for this call. My avatar got changed already and I am surely not happy about it.@@ - //Yes, about that...// - her voice worried you - //I'm calling you to... Gods! Why it happens to me? I'm just a girl from support, not a fucking psychologist!// - anger suddenly blew out of her words. - @@.main;What do you mean, Miss?@@ - //Oh fuck it... Mr. <<print $info.surname>>, we can't reverse the changes.// &emsp;There was silence. You expected some more information, but none came up. - //Mr. <<print $info.surname>>, are you there?// - @@.main;Yes, but I don't understand?@@ - //We can't help you. We can't reverse it because it didn't happen as a malfunction. It was your mistake, not ours.// - @@.main;But it's because your terms weren't clear! Such information should be more apparent, goddamn it!@@ - //Yes, we'll fix this... I'm sorry.// - @@.main;You'll fix this... But I'm fucked, huh? No chance sweetheart. I'm going to the court.@@ - //I was told it might happen and I got instructed to contact you immediately with our lawyer. Give me a second.// <span id="bg">\ <<link "Reason with the lawyer">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ &emsp;Silence on the other side let you think for a while. Seems like you'll have a lot of work because it will take a while to win the lawsuit. But at least it was undeniable who would win. They fucked you over, you were innocent. &emsp;Suddenly another voice spoke to you through MC and this time it sounded like some middle-aged woman. - //Mr. <<print $info.surname>>, am I right?// - @@.main;You're going to pay for this.@@ - //Yes, good morning... I'm Phoebe Allwinton, a lawyer of the Almost Ready Inc. I'm here to talk to you about your problem.// - @@.main;I'm going to sue you and there is no way you can win in the court.@@ - //Will you my dear? Think it through. Can you really afford it? It takes a lot of money, time and effort, you know?// - @@.main;If I win, and I will, all money will be returned to me anyway, and more.@@ - //But you've got to pay it first. And since you used our app I'm positive that you're not very rich, am I right, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>?// - @@.main;...@@ - //Additionally, remember that it's possible to postpone the lawsuit, sometimes even for a few years if you know what you're doing. And we do have an ace in our sleeves, that is you accepted our terms.// - @@.main;You won't scare me, Miss.@@ - //And I'll tell you one more thing. You agreed to work in a job we chose for you, for 6 months. Partially paying ''us''. If you will avoid it AND lose the lawsuit, which is very likely because I am a really good lawyer, mind you, your life will end. You will have the biggest debt you ever heard about, my dear.// - @@.main;That's insane. You expect me to comply and live a life that you already destroyed.@@ - //If you'll work for us for said 6 months, you'll have enough money to survive and...// - @@.main;You're joking, right? No chance, bitch.@@ - //I'm giving you a chance... See, after that time we'll have our second version of application, made for child-caring genders such as yours. Endure that time and you can get changed back.// - @@.main;I refuse.@@ - //Ok, listen up you whiny bitch.// - her voice suddenly became scary - //You will not win this case. I can guarantee that for you. Your life, waiting for the outcome of the lawsuit, will be a fucking nightmare because you'll have no money to live. Hell, you might die before it ends! And if anything will start to look better for you, I know enough people to complicate your life, loser. Our business is quite new and we will ''not'' let anything like that destroy it. Capiche?// - @@.main;Is it still a lawyer, or a fucking mafioso talking?!@@ - //Both, you piece of shit.// [[Comply|Comply]] [[Call a bluff (ending!)|Bluff]] <</replace>>\ <</link>> <<link "Go to the merits">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ - //Good morning... I'm Phoebe Allwinton, a lawyer of the Almost Ready Inc. I'm here to talk to you about your problem.// - @@.main;You won't scare me, Miss!@@ - //You agreed to work in a job we chose for you, for 6 months. If you will avoid it AND lose the lawsuit, which is very likely because I am a really good lawyer, mind you, you will have the biggest debt you ever heard about, my dear.// - @@.main;That's insane. You expect me to comply and live a life that you already destroyed?!@@ - //Ok, listen up you whiny bitch.// - her voice suddenly became scary - //Your life, waiting for the outcome of the lawsuit, will be a fucking nightmare because you'll have no money to live. And if anything will start to look better for you, I know enough people to complicate your life, loser. Our business is quite new and we will ''not'' let anything like that destroy it. Capiche?// [[Comply|Comply]] [[Call a bluff (ending!)|Bluff]] <</replace>>\ <</link>> </span>\

&emsp;Wow! You carefully read the document and found out that it was meant only for childbearing sex! What would happen if you agreed for such a thing? You didn't want to know. &emsp;Declining the terms closed the app and you were back where you started, but for unknown reason you felt better. As if something bad missed you. With smile you walked around the town, trying to figure out a way to make your life better, untrustful to all easy looking options. &emsp;For the next few weeks you didn't come up with a plan. Afraid of shady organisations you just lived with a hope that the next day will bring something better. Two months later you were surprised as police threw you out of your home, for not paying the bills. &emsp;You were sure your life will end this way, with you rotting under some bridge, but you were wrong. After all, you were quite a good looking man. One day a woman came up to you, while you were strolling the streets with no idea how to find something to eat, and asked you out. She looked like a common street whore, and it turned out that she really was one! You decided to give it a try, since she invited you to a dinner in a restaurant. At first she let you know where you could wash yourself and then you ate delicious, even though quite cheap, dinner. With time you realized that she fell in love with you and was determined to provide you with food, shelter and everything you needed to survive. &emsp;As a beggar and a whore you never managed to get enough money to pay for a new house, but you lived happily together. The greatest perk of that relationship was the fact, that after being violated by her clients, she always wanted to have sex with you to calm down with someone that truely cared of her. <<video "bumEnd">> END 3 – A hoe better than home. <<link "That's it." "LastWords">><</link>>

<div style="text-align: center; font-size: 130%;">Service detected that tiredness of your body is too high. Please stop using the application and continue to use it after you get rest. The Almost Ready Inc. wishes you a good night! <<button "&emsp;Ok&emsp;">><<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></div><<silently>>[[Tired]]<</silently>>

<<silently>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Warning: Body tiredness", "dialogTired"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("DialogTooTired").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>\ <</silently>>\ <span id="bg">\ &emsp;Suddenly, the application showed you a dialogue box in front of your eyes. The message about your body, that real one, being too tired to continue... <<link "Read more">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ &emsp;Suddenly, the application showed you a dialogue box in front of your eyes. The message about your body, that real one, being too tired to continue. You dismissed it and sighed. In the VW tiredness is not the same, you don't feel weak, you don't lose coordination, but your thoughts are still getting hazy and slow. It's easier to miss the first symptoms, but eventually everybody needs a rest. Indeed, you'd appreciate some rest, but at the same time you'd want to finish what you started. But the application won't let you do it anyway, so there was no discussion. The sooner you will fall asleep, the sooner you can continue. &emsp;You mentally opened up main menu and used the logout button. When the program made sure everything was synced, saved and safe, your vision went black. After a few seconds you opened your eyes, those real ones, to see a small room. It was a very simple one too, almost nothing inside besides the V-tube, refrigerator and a desk with screwdrivers and tools. Your bedroom was the best looking room in your flat, because you sleep there, but all the others looked very simple and boring. You saw no point in making them cozy and pretty, since you were seldom present there, living mostly in the Virtual World. &emsp;You plugged yourself out of the machine and walked out of it. Neither thirst nor full bladder were your concerns, because the VW-machine always took care of that. But hunger and tiredness were different, and now was time to take care of them. You kept your fridge in the same room as V-tube, because you always ate before and after logging into the VW. &emsp;After opening the fridge, cold temperature brushed your arms and face. Only a few packages with meals left, they were called //G-packs//. You didn't have enough Abatuses to afford more. You took one of the bags, opened it up and threw the content in your mouth. Wonderful taste of deer meat, baked apples and mashed potatoes spread on your tongue, making you smile. For the next minutes you gradually felt less and less hungry until fully satisfied. &emsp;For unknown to you reason you thought about your second girlfriend, Gabriela from Poland. You met her only a few weeks after breaking up with your first one, a walking goddess from France – Charlotte, and it was a marvelous change. Gabby, as you called her, was completely different than that bitch, but exceptionally beautiful too. Warm, happy, crazy and much simpler than cold and mannered Frenchwoman. Her face appeared in your mind as vivid as if you were looking at her. [img[imgs/Gabby1.jpg]] &emsp;Her smile always cheered you up. She was there with you when your dog died of old age, comforting you. A simple girl with a golden heart, that's what you thought about her. After breaking up with Charlotte, you had trouble with dealing with yourself for quite some time. Eventually you decided to take a vacation and traveled to Spain, away from your problems and the Virtual World as well. That's where you had met Gabriela. She was on her vacation as well, funded by her parents as a reward for good grades at university. While you were relaxing at the beach, you noticed her and decided to talk to her. She was speaking Common fluently and both of you had a blast, the conversation never slowing down. She was looking for an adventure and you happily provided. You couldn't stop your thoughts from picturing her body on a beach, where you first had seen her. [img[imgs/Gabby2.jpg]] &emsp;Did you even want to? Even though you broke up in past, she was still a beautiful girl that you would never forget. For the rest of vacations you had sex with her several times and stayed together, meeting only in the VW. However, that was the most common practice in the current, XXI century. &emsp;All that thinking about her appearance made you turned on, and despite being tired, you decided to go with the flow and pleasure yourself before going to sleep. You climbed onto your bed and grabbed your MC, a device simply called //Micro Computer//. Even after those few years, you kept Gabby's pictures for moments like that. &emsp;A few minutes later your member finally shot out a jet of sperm, ecstasy filled your mind, making you smile and relax. Then you quickly cleaned up the mess you created and went to the bathroom, where you washed yourself and put on your pajama. When you returned to bed, you unfortunately kept thinking about Gabriela and why you broke up. She was way too immature for you. Cute and kind but not the person you could count on in trouble. She knew how to study, have fun or how to give a good head, but had no idea about earning and saving money, getting a job or taking care of the house. You pictured in your head the last photo of her that she ever sent you. It was the last straw, a moment when you realised you will never be happy with her. [img[imgs/Gabby3.jpg]] &emsp;You met up with her, broke her heart and left. She tried to contact you after that, but she never really changed. Always a child, counting on her parents. With those thoughts in mind you finally fell asleep in your comfortable bed. [[Zzz...|Morning]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Whatever">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ &emsp;Suddenly, the application showed you a dialogue box in front of your eyes. The message about your body, that real one, being too tired to continue. &emsp;You mentally opened up main menu and used the logout button. When the program made sure everything was synced, saved and safe, your vision went black. After a few seconds you opened your eyes, those real ones. A simple girl with a golden heart, that's what you thought about her. At some point you decided to take a vacation and traveled to Spain, away from the Virtual World. That's where you had met Gabriela. While you were relaxing at the beach, you noticed her and decided to talk to her. She was looking for an adventure and you happily provided. You couldn't stop your thoughts from picturing her body on a beach, where you first had seen her. [img[imgs/Gabby2.jpg]] &emsp;All that thinking about her appearance made you turned on, and despite being tired, you decided to go with the flow and pleasure yourself before going to sleep. You climbed onto your bed and grabbed your MC, a device simply called //Micro Computer//. &emsp;A few minutes later your member finally shot out a jet of sperm, ecstasy filled your mind, making you smile and relax. Then you quickly cleaned up the mess you created and went to the bathroom, where you washed yourself and put on your pajama. When you returned to bed, you pictured in your head the last photo of her that she ever sent you. It was the last straw, a moment when you realised you will never be happy with her. [img[imgs/Gabby3.jpg]] &emsp;You met up with her, broke her heart and left. She tried to contact you after that, but she never really changed. Always a child, counting on her parents. With those thoughts in mind you finally fell asleep in your comfortable bed. [[Zzz...|Morning]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\

&emsp;You could use the women's restroom! Since a little boy you were always curious what is happening there. You've been inside a couple of times, only for a second, with one of your girlfriends, but never long enough to pay attention to details and there was no one there at that time too. The thought made you excited and you decided that it was a marvelous idea. But where should you go, exactly? "There's a shopping center nearby. Restrooms there are surely clean", you thought and went off to your destination. &emsp;It didn't take you long to get there, the shopping center was just outside the park. You entered, nobody paid much attention to you and when they did, they turned their heads away whenever you looked them in the eyes anyway, as people usually do. Looking around you spotted the sign, it pointed you in the right direction. A moment later you were in front of three doors. One for people of childbearing sex, one for people of child-caring sex and one for disabled people. Hesitantly, you walked up to the doors on the left, it had a picture of a stick figure with a big belly. Pressing the handle, you entered the restroom. &emsp;It seemed empty. Looking around you admired how clean and fresh everything looked in comparison to the men's toilets. Besides one freshly used pad lying in a corner of the room, "Oh, gross!", everything was sparkling. Actually feeling the need to pee you decided to open one of the cabins. &emsp;Right before you managed to grab a handle, the cabin opened. Door swinged quickly and stroke you in the hand heavily. – @@.main;Ouch!@@ – you said out loud. A woman left the cabin and with a worried face said: – //Oh my god, I'm sorry! I should have been more delicate!// [img[imgs/toiletwoman.jpg]] &emsp;She was young and quite pretty, but you didn't have time to focus on her looks. You quickly shook your hand and assured her that no real harm was done. – @@.main;It is nothing, really. Don't worry, I'm fine!@@ – you said and stepped back to let her through. But she didn't move, her face frowning. She looked at you up and down and placed her hands on her hips. With unpleasant sounding voice she said loudly: – //Get out, you pervert! It's a restroom for childbearing sex, tits are not enough for that, you small-dicked shemale pervert. Get out!// &emsp;That was unexpected, but you just realized that you still had your normal voice. It was never very low, but definitely didn't sound like a woman's voice too. Additionally your private parts didn't change as well, which you completely missed until now! Automatically you headed to exit, apologizing. She kept screaming at you and another woman, who just entered the restroom, laughed at you as you were leaving. Embarrassed and totally confused you brought up main menu. &emsp;"That bitch called my dick small!", was your last thought before you logged out. [[Get back to Conscious Life|Lawyer]]

&emsp;You could find some lonely looser and brighten up his day! You were not gay, but nevertheless the curiosity of how your changed appearance will work with other guys was enough for you to give it a shot. After a brief moment, you decided to walk around the park and find someone fitting your plan. &emsp;Very few people walked through the park today, basically nobody had seen you for a few good minutes before you spotted the right guy. Young man sitting alone on a bench, big blank screen in front of him indicated that he was watching a movie or other kind of video, privately. You decided to approach him, trying to mimic women's movement, with a very poor effect. &emsp;A few moments later he noticed you – video applications watched in public are always designed in a way that won't leave the viewer blind to the surroundings. You smiled and placed one of your hands on your hips. He smiled as well, his face visibly asking "what is going on?". [img[imgs/benchman.jpg]] &emsp;Feeling very awkward, you knew you had to do something more, before things will start to look suspicious. You decided to stretch a little bit, as if you were preparing yourself for a jog. At first you just rotated your body left and right, then you leaned to one side and another. After that you turned around and bent at your waist, stretching your legs and core, hoping that a view of your butt will turn on the guy. Then you turned around again. The man was still sitting, but he nodded his head in approval, smiling, and said "Hi, nice to meet you". – @@.main;You like what you see?@@ – you asked, but his face immediately changed. He frowned, placed his hands on knees and stood up, looking right in your eyes. His bearded mouth opened and he said: – //Someone forgot how to woman? You faggot!// &emsp;And that was when you realised that your voice did not change. You expected it to sound sexy and feminine, but your good old voice came out of your mouth. You never had very low voice, but it was far from sounding feminine either. Current outfit, that you were wearing, wasn't very helpful either and additionally you just realised that your penis was still in your pants! Embarrassment and fear filled your body as you took a few steps behind. Your mouth opened but you had no idea what to say. Should you apologize? Run away? Keep trying? All that chaos in your head came to an end when you finally pulled out main menu and quickly logged out. [[Get back to Conscious Life|Lawyer]]

//Results. The application will deliver a few small changes to your avatar's body in a moment. Your new job, based on your answers, is a ''<<print $final.job>>''. Congratulations! Before you'll start it, the application will run a few days long training that will help you get ready for your new position. Body changes will start in 5...// &emsp;"A <<print $final.job>>!", you thought. You found it hilarious and a bit sad that it is all you could do. You thought that it may give you something else, like an archeologist maybe? But seems like that's all you're good for. Anyway, you were glad you won't have to actually work there. &emsp;Five seconds later your vision went black. A progress bar appeared in front of your eyes, that filled up pretty quickly, and your vision returned. You felt very different. "Wow, those are fucking tits!", you thought but did not pay much attention to your new body yet, focusing on the messages. //Changes complete. You're free to get accustomed to your new body for a day. The training will start tomorrow morning. Before you start your job, the application will provide you with additional accessories also. We hope you like the new you!// &emsp;The isolation ended and you were sitting in the park once again. "I need to play with this body before support will cancel it", you thought and stood up. You wanted to do something that you could never experience before. Quickly thinking about the possibilities, you came up with two ideas. [[Flirt with a random guy|Flirt]] [[Use women's toilet|Toilet]]

<<silently>> <<set $final.job to $job.jobTxt[$job.val]>> <<set $final.jobId to $job.val>> <<set $final.hairL to $avbody.hairL.txt()>> <<set $final.hairLId to $avbody.hairL.val>> <<set $final.hairC to $avbody.hairC.txt()>> <<set $final.hairCId to $avbody.hairC.val>> <<set $final.hairS to $avbody.hairS.txt()>> <<set $final.hairSId to $avbody.hairS.val>> <<set $final.skinC to $avbody.skinC.txt()>> <<set $final.skinCId to $avbody.skinC.val>> <<set $final.eyebrowsS to $avbody.eyebrowsS.txt()>> <<set $final.eyebrowsSId to $avbody.eyebrowsS.val>> <<set $final.eyebrowsV to $avbody.eyebrowsV.txt()>> <<set $final.eyebrowsVId to $avbody.eyebrowsV.val>> <<set $final.eyesC to $avbody.eyesC.txt()>> <<set $final.eyesCId to $avbody.eyesC.val>> <<set $final.lipsS to $avbody.lipsS.txt()>> <<set $final.lipsSId to $avbody.lipsS.val>> <<set $final.lipsC to $avbody.lipsC.txt()>> <<set $final.lipsCId to $avbody.lipsC.val>> <<set $final.lipsImg to "imgs/lips/"+$final.lipsS+$final.skinC.toUpperCase()+".jpg">> <<set $final.weight to $avbody.weight.txt()>> <<set $final.weightId to $avbody.weight.val>> <<set $final.weightExact to $avbody.weight.exactValue>> <<set $final.bmi to $avbody.weight.bmi>> <<set $final.height to $avbody.height.txt()>> <<set $final.heightId to $avbody.height.val>> <<set $final.heightExact to $avbody.height.exactValue>> <<set $final.hips to $avbody.hips.txt()>> <<set $final.hipsId to $avbody.hips.val>> <<set $final.waist to $avbody.waist.txt()>> <<set $final.waistId to $avbody.waist.val>> <<set $final.butt to $avbody.butt.txt()>> <<set $final.buttId to $avbody.butt.val>> <<set $final.boobs to $avbody.boobs.txt()>> <<set $final.boobsId to $avbody.boobs.val>> <<set $final.boobsExact to $avbody.boobs.exactValue>> hair img <<set _path to "imgs/hair/">> <<if $final.hairSId == 0>> <<set _path to _path+"straight/">> <<else>> <<set _path to _path+"curly/">> <<endif>> <<switch $final.hairLId>> <<case 0>> <<set _path to _path+"1short/">> <<case 1>> <<set _path to _path+"2shoulder/">> <<case 2>> <<set _path to _path+"3long/">> <<case 3>> <<set _path to _path+"4butt/">> <</switch>> <<set _path to _path+$final.hairC>> <<if $final.skinCId == 1>> <<set _path to _path+"WHITE">> <<else>> <<set _path to _path+$final.skinC.toUpperCase()>> <<endif>> <<set _path to _path+".jpg">> <<set $final.hairImg to _path>> <<print $final.job>> <<print $final.jobId>> <<print $final.hairL>> <<print $final.hairLId>> <<print $final.hairC>> <<print $final.hairCId>> <<print $final.hairS>> <<print $final.hairSId>> <<print $final.hairImg>> <<print $final.skinC>> <<print $final.skinCId>> <<print $final.eyebrowsS>> <<print $final.eyebrowsSId>> <<print $final.eyebrowsV>> <<print $final.eyebrowsVId>> <<print $final.eyesC>> <<print $final.eyesCId>> <<print $final.lipsS>> <<print $final.lipsSId>> <<print $final.lipsC>> <<print $final.lipsCId>> <<print $final.lipsImg>> <<print $final.weight>> <<print $final.weightId>> <<print $final.weightExact>> <<print $final.height>> <<print $final.heightId>> <<print $final.heightExact>> <<print $final.hips>> <<print $final.hipsId>> <<print $final.waist>> <<print $final.waistId>> <<print $final.butt>> <<print $final.buttId>> <<print $final.boobs>> <<print $final.boobsId>> <<print $final.boobsExact>> <<print $final.bmi>> <</silently>> <<goto "AR_TestFinished">>

&emsp;There was no way she could be serious. The company was young, couldn't afford a really good lawyer for sure, therefore she had to be bluffing. You declined her offer and hung up. &emsp;For the next weeks and months you workes as a hostess to survive, while waiting for a conclusion of the lawsuit against the Almost Ready company. Working as a female turned to be quite difficult, but one of your ex-girlfriends, Elea, helped you out by providing clothes and advices. Eventually the court announced the result – the AR was guilty of everything that happened to you. Phoebe, their lawyer, lost her job and the company had to pay you over 5 millions of Abatuses! Additionally your Avatar was changed back to its original form. &emsp;Your life turned 180 degrees. With enough money to support yourself for years, you lived a great life. A bigger house, cars, delicious food and women literally fighting for you – it was basically heaven. <<if $final.skinCId == 2>>\ <<video "bluffEndBlack">> <<else>>\ <<video "bluffEndWhite">> <<endif>>\ END 4 – Money gives more than happiness. <<link "That's it." "LastWords">><</link>>

&emsp;She literally threatened and insulted you. You couldn't believe your ears, but that was the fact. As much as you hated it, you could not deny that your current budget wasn't enough to start a long-term lawsuit. And living on the streets wasn't an option either, you were too accustomed to a relatively high standard of living to survive that. Additionally, opposing her right now seemed like digging your own grave, as a lawyer she probably didn't lie about her contacts with, presumably, some kind of thugs or other hitmen. You had no idea what to do, and felt like crying, because perspective of living for 6 months using that mutilated avatar and working as a <<print $final.job>> was horrifying. You decided to set your honour aside and try to negotiate as much as you could. – @@.main;I... I understand. I don't want serious troubles.@@ – //Great decision, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>.// – @@.main;But you have to understand me. Living as... that thing... is not, how to put it, the life I wished for.@@ – //Oh, of course it isn't, I understand that. But you don't have a choice, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>.// – @@.main;Could you do something to help me out? Anything? To make it less humiliating? People will laugh at me, they already called me names! My avatar looks like a trans without enough money to transition, my old voice is there, and my junk, and...@@ – //Ok, stop it, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. I get it. But we as much as we can't simply turn your avatar back to previous form with AR application, we can't force more feminine changes either. Our Service ends there and, legally, we can't do anything more.// – @@.main;...b-but Miss, how can I—@@ – //Although,// – she interrupted you. – //''I'' could help you. Without AR application, on my own.// – @@.main;How?@@ – //I am quite a rich woman, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. I could arrange some changes to your avatar. That is if I'd find it profitable.// – @@.main;Oh for fuck's sake, you want to blackmail me now?!@@ – //Calm down! You called me a bitch and no one calls me that, you did it to yourself, fucktard. You don't want my help? Fuck you then, I don't care.// – @@.main;No! No, I'm sorry. It's just a lot of stress at once, you know? What do you mean, by profitable. You know I don't have money.@@ – //That's easy. You know that three quarters of your salary goes to AR for 6 months, right?// – @@.main;Yeah, it's sick...@@ – //The rest will go to my pocket.// – @@.main;What? Then I'll die out of starvation anyway, how could I agree to that?@@ – //I will give you money. You will basically work for me, instead of your boss, at least money-wise. If I like you, I will give you enough money to live a good life. If I don't, you will barely have enough for food. You'll just do your best and your life will be easier than ever. What do you think?// – @@.main;And if I agree, you'll fix my avatar?@@ – //Yes, but not right away. Changing avatars is not an easy task, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. But I promise, I will help you out. That is, if you won't be a disobedient bitch.// – @@.main;F-fine. It's not like I have any other choice anyway...@@ – //No, you really don't. Glad we finally understood each other. Now, starting from tomorrow morning you will attend all trainings the application provides. They are mandatory for your new job. Get it?// – @@.main;Yeah, I do.@@ – //If you have some important, let me say it again, ''important'' questions for me, send me a message using the following ID: HotBabe2018. Also I can help you in one way. You see, I earn a lot. If you'll need money, message me as well. Of course not thousands to help you sue our business, but if you need some cash for your new job, feel free. Good luck, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>.// &emsp;She hung up, leaving you depressed. For a next few hours you did literally nothing outside of alternate between crying and lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. You couldn't believe that such thing was happening to you. So much bullshit at once, it felt like an awful movie. &emsp;Finally you got up, at late afternoon, and decided to check out your avatar, this time more carefully. You hesitantly connected to the VW-machine and turned it on. A moment later your brain was ready to control your digital self. [[Transfer to Virtual World|ExploreAvatar]]

&emsp;You appeared in the News Hub as well, once again completely ignoring the news. As quickly as you could, you walked out of it, feeling as if everyone was staring at your horrible body. Which wasn't the truth, at that crowded place literally nobody cared who you were or how did you look like. &emsp;At first you didn't know where to go, since most people in VW didn't have their own houses. There was no use of that, if anyone needed privacy they were just logging out. Finally you decided to go to a mall and enter some random clothing shop with a lot of changing rooms. For the most part of your way you kept staring at your feet, too humiliated to look people in their eyes. When you reached the mall, you felt like fainting when so many people were around you, judging you with every gaze, smirk, gesture, word. You felt trapped and a changing room, that you quickly entered, snatching some random t-shirt first, felt like freedom, despite being a relatively small, closed cabin. &emsp;You quickly undressed yourself and stood there completely naked. There was a big, full-body mirror in front of you and at long last you could see the damage done to your avatar. <<if $final.skinCId>0>>&emsp;The first thing you noticed was your skin colour. From the very beginning you knew it changed, but now you could really see how does it look like. You didn't know why the application did it or how does it corresponds with your job, but your skin\ <<switch $final.skinCId>>\ <<case 1>> was strongly tanned. Fortunately you didn't look like an orange alien, as many people manage to do, your tan was rather golden-looking. [img[imgs/tan.jpg]] &emsp;Although your face was completely hairless, which you found disturbing, the rest of your body didn't follow up. Your body hair was very thin and light. Most women wouldn't go out with legs looking like that anyway, but hair wasn't visible until you looked closely. <<case 2>> was dark! Your face did change a little, it resembled more features of the black race. Wider nostrils, higher forehead, eyes set a bit wider apart. Your skin certainly did look like you were born in Africa. Black women were popular in many places of VW, because they could stand out easily and for many were simply eye-catching. [img[imgs/black.jpg]] &emsp;Getting used to different skin colour will not be easy, that you were sure about. The interesting thing was that, although your face was completely hair free, the rest of your body did not show such effects. Your body hair was very thin and light. Most women wouldn't go out with legs looking like that anyway, but hair wasn't visible until you looked closely. <<case 3>> was olive or maybe yellow? You weren't that good at colours. Face of yours did change a little as well, resembling a bit more feature of the eastern Asian races, such as hooded eyelids or wider nose and face. [img[imgs/asian.jpg]] &emsp;Asian women weren't very popular demand, since there was a lot of them in VW, but being one certainly helped in some areas, mainly because of the "hard working type of women" stereotype. Getting used to it shouldn't be much of a problem though, your skin colour wasn't far from your old pale skin. The interesting thing was that, although your face was completely hair free, the rest of your body did not show such effects. Your body hair was very thin and light. Most women wouldn't go out with legs looking like that anyway, but hair wasn't visible until you looked closely. <</switch>>\ <<else>>&emsp;Your skin was still as pale and covered in hair as it always was. Your body hair was very thin and light. Most women wouldn't go out with legs looking like that anyway, but hair wasn't visible until you looked closely. However, your face was completely hairless, which you found disturbing. <<endif>>\ <<switch $final.bmi>>\ <<case 0>>&emsp;Body of yours was thin, you couldn't weight much for sure. If certain VW clothes weren't meant to always fit the body, your Bermuda shorts would probably fit rather loosely. Fortunately you didn't look like an anorexic girl, but you seemed to be below average in fat department.\ <<switch $info.bmi()>>\ <<case 2>> It was a huge change for you and it will take a hell lot of time to adjust. Before you were a bit overweight. Dozens of kilos of difference were a really big deal. Although you liked it, felt healthier, even if it probably wasn't. And didn't matter in VW anyway. <<case 1>> It wasn't a very big deal, since before you were average before, but the difference was still noticeable. You'll get used to it quickly, though. <<case 0>> It wasn't a big difference, you were always on the thin side anyway. <</switch>>\ <<case 1>>&emsp;Body of yours looked healthy, you weren't very good at eyeballing weights but you were sure nobody would call you fat or anorexic.\ <<switch $info.bmi()>>\ <<case 2>> It was a nice change for you, since before you were slightly overweight. It wasn't that big of a deal, but you could find some happiness in that fact. <<case 1>> You were always average in that matter, so nothing really changed for you. <<case 0>> The avatar you previously owned, as your own body, was rather lean so you could see that you gained some mass, but it wasn't a big deal. <</switch>>\ <<case 2>>&emsp;Body of yours looked a bit chubby. If certain VW clothes weren't meant to always fit the body, you could feel a bit uncomfortable around the waist. You couldn't decide if such change was good or bad for you.\ <<switch $info.bmi()>>\ <<case 2>> You were always a bit overweight, so coping with what you already had to some extend wasn't really a big deal. <<case 1>> You were always average in that matter, but the difference was not that big to cry over it. <<case 0>> The avatar you previously owned, as your own body, was rather lean so you obviously gained some mass. But here in VW it wasn't that problematic as in Conscious Life, because of the the lack of fat related heart diseases anyway. <</switch>>\ <</switch>>\ &emsp;The mirror had a feature that showed your height in cm. Many of them still had this, because "fit all sizes" clothing was introduced not a very long time ago. Therefore it was easy for you to describe yourself as \ <<switch $final.heightId>>\ <<case 0>>short. Undeniably, because you had only <<print $final.heightExact>> cm. \ <<if $info.height<171>>It wasn't that big difference, since you were always short but seeing yourself like this wasn't normal. It will be hard to keep looking important and professional being at this size. <<elseif $info.height<181>>That was quite of a difference, you felt vulnerable and a bit... childish. You felt very vulnerable. Someone could even ask you if you're an adult or not! The thought was rather horrible. <<else>>That was insane! You lost dozens of centimeters and looked like a goddamn child in comparison! Full of hope you rubbed your eyes but the image didn't change, you were very short and your avatar will stay this way for a very long time. With no idea how can people live like this, you decided to stop thinking about it for now. <<endif>>\ <<case 1>>average. Because it was rather average for a woman to have such height as yours, that is <<print $final.heightExact>> cm. \ <<if $info.height<171>>It wasn't bad, you were very short for a man before, so now as an average woman you fit quite nicely. Happy that you found a bright side in this horrible moment of your life made you a bit happier.\ <<elseif $info.height<181>>It wasn't that bad, you were average for a man before, and now you're average for a woman. At least this didn't change much.\ <<else>>It wasn't that bad, you were taller before but being an average woman didn't seem like a particularly bad thing. You will have troubles adjusting but overall it wasn't a big deal.\ <<endif>> <<case 2>>tall. It wasn't very common for a woman to have <<print $final.heightExact>> cm.\ <<if $info.height<171>>That was a huge difference for you. For the better! You were always very short for a man, and now you were going to be a really tall woman? That change wasn't //fully// bad, after all...\ <<elseif $info.height<181>>Quite happy about it, you thought that being a tall woman will help you survive that horrible time of your life. It will be easier to look professional and independent.\ <<else>>A little bit of happiness filled your mind, because at least that didn't change much. You were always quite tall for a man, now your avatar was a tall woman. You definitely preferred to stay the former but you could handle the latter either.\ <<endif>>\ <</switch>>\ &emsp;Two of the probably most important changes you had seen were sitting on your chest. The mirror helped you in this case as well, since it showed your breast size as well. Thanks to your girlfriends you knew what the size meant. The first number was just the circuit of a rib cage, more or less, but the letters stated what was the ratio of the size of tits to that circuit, therefore how big the breasts are //in relation// to your body. \ <<switch $final.boobsId>>\ <<case 0>>And you had to say that you were a bit disappointed. It was nice to avoid the additional humiliation of adjusting to your breasts and you were surely able to avoid bras. But having a <<print $final.boobsExact>> cup size felt offensive. "Small-boobed girls would kill me for such thoughts, wouldn't day?", you thought to yourself, smirking. <<print "[img[imgs/boobs/" + $final.boobs+($final.skinC.toUpperCase()) + ".jpg]]">> &emsp;However, you couldn't deny they were rather cute, you wouldn't mind seeing them on a girl's body. You would highly prefer not seeing them on yourself, but they were easy to hide too.\ <<case 1>>Your boobs — "Oh god, how bad it sounds..." — were at rather normal size. They were <<print $final.boobsExact>> cup sized and that was an average in many countries. Looking at them you couldn't deny that they were looking rather pretty, round and firm. <<print "[img[imgs/boobs/" + $final.boobs+($final.skinC.toUpperCase()) + ".jpg]]">> &emsp;You wouldn't mind seeing them on a girl's body, but certainly not on yourself. Hiding them would be hard, but not impossible. You could probably live without bras as well.\ <<case 2>>The boobs on your chest, which partially horrified, partially excited you, were rather big. The mirror said they are at <<print $final.boobsExact>> cup size, but definitely felt bigger on your own body. Firm and round, forming a nice cleavage whenever you squished your arms. <<print "[img[imgs/boobs/" + $final.boobs+($final.skinC.toUpperCase()) + ".jpg]]">> &emsp;You would play with those for ours if they were on a girl's body, but on yours they felt just wrong. But, which annoyed you, very sexy as well. There was no way you could hide them without many layers of clothing and without a bra they will get very uncomfortable quickly.\ <<case 3>>"Oh my God...", was your thought, as you watched your huge tits. Their cup size was said to be <<print $final.boobsExact>>, but on your own body they felt like double Z. They were enormous! You couldn't think how you were supposed to live with them on your chest. <<print "[img[imgs/boobs/" + $final.boobs+($final.skinC.toUpperCase()) + ".jpg]]">> &emsp;Even on a girl's body they would scare you, too much of goodness. And on yourself? You had to stop looking at them to not go mad, and at the same time you just couldn't stop at all. It took you a long while before you managed to ignore them, and even later you constantly looked their way anyway, full of fear.\ <</switch>> &emsp;If not the fact that your avatar's body changed weight, height and grew boobs, you'd surely notice your hair first. \ <<if $info.hairC == $final.hairC>>It's colour stayed more or less the same but not the length. <<else>>Its colour changed. Your old <<print $info.hairC>> strands were now <<print $final.hairC>>. Hair of yours now looked a little bit like it was dyed, but you were positive that it was now its natural colour. It wasn't the only change, they also got longer than before. <<endif>>\ &emsp;In VW people didn't have to have the same hairstyle as a in Conscious Life, but to change their length or dye them, they had to do it in real life first, scan them and then pay in VW a surprisingly high price. The government was getting quite a bit of money out of women, since they were getting bored of their hair often. Only styling them in VW was done normally, with your own hands or with the help of a hairdresser. &emsp;Now, your new hair was \ <<switch $final.hairLId>>\ <<case 0>><<print $final.hairL>>, only slightly longer than you used to have. It was very convenient, because you won't have much trouble with them, even though they were styled differently, in a feminine way.\ <<case 1>>about <<print $final.hairL>>. It wasn't dramatic change, though. Hair this long were often worn by men as well. Tying it up might be problematic, since they might be too short for a proper ponytail, but you were sure you could handle that.\ <<case 2>><<print $final.hairL>>, long enough to touch your boobs. It wasn't the end of the world, it should be easy to tie them up into a ponytail and ignore them in most cases.\ <<case 3>>about <<print $final.hairL>>. Much, much longer than you ever had. Longer than many women's, to be honest. It was long enough to tickle your buttocks. It will be hard to ignore them, maybe you'll even need to learn how to braid them.\ <</switch>> &emsp;The final change was more subtle. You noticed that your hair got \ <<if $final.hairSId == 1>>curly, making it even harder to style.\ <<else>>totally straight, as if someone used a straightener on you.\ <<endif>> Hands of yours couldn't stop touching your new hair, as you watched yourself in the mirror. [img[$final.hairImg]] &emsp;You couldn't deny that your new hair made your face look more sexy but it still felt horribly wrong to have them on your own head. &emsp;While watching your hair, you noticed that you were unconsciously pouting your lips a little. They got bigger and their natural colour matched your skin tone, but also got a bit brighter. Your <<print $final.lipsS>> lips looked very kissable and their <<print $final.lipsC>> tint didn't need any makeup to look... inviting. [img[$final.lipsImg]] &emsp;At this point you decided that it was a good idea to inspect your eyes, because not only your lips got brighter. \ <<if $info.eyesC == $final.eyesC>>\ Despite the fact that they are still <<print $final.eyecC>>, they looked different. Happier, full of energy and shiny. You really couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed that your eyeballs were looking a bit bigger too, but maybe it was just an illusion, since so much changed in your face.\ <<elseif $final.eyesC != "pink">>\ Your irises became incredibly <<print $final.eyesC>>. They seemed to be full of energy and shiny, giving you a happier look. You really couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed that your eyeballs were looking a bit bigger too, but maybe it was just an illusion, since so much changed in your face.\ <<elseif $final.eyesC == "pink">>\ Leaning toward the mirror and blinking a few times, you couldn't believe what you see. Your irises became <<print $final.eyesC>>! They look like if you were wearing contact lenses, but you knew you weren't. It wasn't a common trait to have such eyes in VW at all, lenses were apparent here and there but you surely will get some attention because of those. Additionally, your eyes were looking happier, shinier. You really couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed that your eyeballs were looking a bit bigger too, but maybe it was just an illusion, since so much changed in your face.\ <<endif>> [img["imgs/eyes/"+$final.eyesC+$final.skinC.toUpperCase()+".jpg"]] &emsp;Shiny eyes or not, you had to admit that your eyes wouldn't look very feminine if not the eyebrows. They got completely changed. From your bushy, shapeless ones, they turned into <<print $final.eyebrowsV>>, <<print $final.eyebrowsS>> eyebrows, worthy of //Instragraph// selfies. You didn't even hope they would grow back to normal again by themselves. At least you won't have to take care of them everyday. [img["imgs/eyebrows/"+$final.eyebrowsS+$final.eyebrowsV.toUpperCase()+".jpg"]] &emsp;Besides that all, your body changed in the lower parts as well. Your waist was <<print $final.waist>> – which was expected due to your current weight – and your hips were\ <<switch $final.hipsId>>\ <<case 0>> looking quite <<print $final.hips>>.\ <<case 1>> rather <<print $final.hips>>.\ <<case 2>>... you think "<<print $final.hips>>" was a word that people would use to describe them.\ <</switch>> &emsp;But most importantly, your buttocks got bigger. You turned your naked body to the side, to see them better. \ <<switch $final.buttId>>\ <<case 0>>The difference wasn't much, but your ass looked <<print $final.butt>>. And womanly.\ <<case 1>>The difference was clearly visible, your ass looked very <<print $final.butt>> and girly.\ <<case 2>>You had a big <<print $final.butt>> butt. No one seeing you from behind would have any doubts of your sex.\ <<case 3>>Your ass was <<print $final.butt>>. Bigger than all your girlfriends had. That thought made you shiver. Humiliation? Fear? Disgust? You couldn't decide.\ <</switch>> [img["imgs/butt/"+$final.butt+$final.skinC.toUpperCase()+".jpg"]] [[There was, obviously, one more important thing|ExploreAvatar2]]

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<<if $result>>\ – <span style="color:deeppink">Yes!</span> – you shouted, doing your best to achieve natural high pitched voice. It didn't go bad, a bit of cracking but overall pretty convincing. Next second was horrifyingly long, while you waited for the woman's reaction but finally she replied. – //Okay, Sorry to bother you, Ms.// &emsp;With that you heard her go away. "Oof... That was close", you though, trying to calm your nerves. Your breath was a bit too fast and too deep, you had to calm down. It was time to get away from that place. &emsp;You finished dressing up, grabbed the useless shirt you snatched with you to the changing room and you almost left the cabin, before you looked down to see your hard cock bulging your Bermuda shorts. There was no way people won't notice, and if the shop assistant girl sees that, you'd be busted. The current law punishes people with male genitals from entering women changing rooms. Nowadays it was a bit easier to transition. Of course you had to do it in Counscious Life first and it still costed a lot, but you either had money to fully transition into a woman with no health issues, or you didn't do anything at all in that matter. Only porn stars sometimes became chicks with dicks. &emsp;You had to do something about your big problem down there, and since your erection didn't want to go away, you knew only one technique of helping that. &emsp;Shorts of yours down again, you grabbed your cock with one hand, and leaned against a wall with the other. Warm feeling filled your body, your penis was erected for a long time already and it craved the relief very hard. \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>Your boobs were swinging from side to side, distracting you. After a while you decided to hold them with the other hand to prevent that and as you brushed your nipples you felt a burst of pleasure that pushed you over the edge. <<else>>Your nipples go erected, looking in the mirror at your tits, even though they weren't very big, and they were yours, was still a sexy view that quickly pushed you over the edge. <<endif>>\ <<video "chRoomCum">> &emsp;After a few seconds, you recovered, looking at a puddle of sperm in the corner of the cabin. "Whatever", you said to yourself and wiped your slightly wet hands in your underpants, after which you pulled them up with Bermuda shorts and proceeded to walk outside. No one around paid attention to you. One of the shop assistants, you guess it is the same girl that talked to you before, visibly checked you out from afar as you were putting back previously snatched random shirt, but she did nothing else. You left the shop, much more relaxed. [[Go back to CL|BackToCL]] <<else>>\ – <span style="color:cyan">Yes!</span> – you shouted, doing your best to achieve natural high pitched voice. Immediately you realized that it didn't go well, voice of yours sounded very unrealistic and somewhat nervous – go figure. You finished putting on your underpants and Bermuda shorts when the girl replied. – //I'm sorry, but I will have to go in right now, Ms.// – her voice nervous as well. She stormed inside and she could see your half naked body. You didn't cover your tits, lack of such need up to this day prevented you from doing that in time. The girl's eyes moved from your face to breasts and finally stopped on your crotch. She gasped and looked directly into your eyes. [img[imgs/shopAssistant.jpg]] – //You cannot be here... Mister.// – @@.main;I... will leave immediately@@ – this time you didn't even try to sound womanly. – //Yes, you will. But only after we'll register your ID.// – Said the girl with a disgusted face, simultaneously locking your avatar from logging out. She was at most 18 years old and yet you were at her mercy now. – //Get dressed and come with me.// – She closed the cabin, leaving you alone. &emsp;You never felt so humiliated before. With no other choice you put on your t-shirt and went out, leaving your previously snatched shirt behind. The girl waited for you outside. – //Follow me.// – She went to the backroom and pointed you a chair inside. Then she left and a guard entered the room, closing the door behind him. A tall, muscular guy, dressed in black, sat in front of you. – //Good morning. I need to ask you a few questions and we'll let you go. What's your name?// – @@.main;<<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>>...@@ – //Uh huh. I can see that you're not a man, but you are registered as a child-carrying sex. You are not allowed to use this shop's changing rooms.// – @@.main;I...@@ – For gods' sake, you actually forgot that your avatar was still considered as a male! You could just enter a shop for men, but then again you would feel very bad looking like this. There was no other way. – @@.main;I didn't feel right using men's shop...@@ – //Then why didn't you fully transition? Are you a porn actor?// – @@.main;Wha-what? N-no! It's complicated, I—@@ – //Never mind, not really my business. One more thing, I'll need to fine you for a sum of 200 Æ.// – @@.main;That's insane! Two hundred Abatuses for nothing, I did nothing!@@ – //You were aware that you were not supposed to be there, and yet you broke the rules. It's 200 Æ.// – @@.main;Gods, why this high? I don't have a lot of money right now...@@ \ <<if $final.boobsId>2 || $final.buttId>2 || $final.lipsS>1 || $final.hairLId>2>>\ – //We can figure it out together, if you want to.// – @@.main;I can give you half of it right now, to your hands. What do you say?@@ – //Yes, I want something of yours... \ <<if $final.boobsId>2>>\ I want to fondle your tits, hotty.<<set $sexy to "boobs">> <<elseif $final.buttId>2>>\ I want to smack that butt, hotty.<<set $sexy to "butt">> <<elseif $final.lipsS>1>>\ I want to kiss those lips, hotty.<<set $sexy to "lips">> <<else>>\ I want to sniff those hair, hotty.<<set $sexy to "hair">> <<endif>>//\ – @@.main;What? No fucking way, man.@@ – //Let me just do my thing, I won't hurt you. Never seen a girl with such...// – he paused and licked his lips like a creepiest creep. – //Anyway, I'll have my fun and you'll go free.// <span id="answer">\ <<link "Agree">>\ <<replace "#answer">>\ <<display "Agree">>\ <</replace>>\ <</link>> <<link "Disagree">>\ <<replace "#answer">>\ <<display "Disagree">> <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ <<else>>\ – //Your problem, not mine.// – @@.main;Great...@@ &emsp;The man handed you necessary documents needed in such situations and a fine of 200 abatuses got registered on your account. That was very unfortunate and led you in even more immediate need of money. Additionally, you've been humiliated in front of two people, which one of them will surely gossip about the incident. And now they knew your name as well. "Just fucking great", you thought as you were leaving the shop. [[Go back to CL|BackToCL]] <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ <<unset $result>>\

&emsp;The most important fact, that you already noticed thanks to the //faux pas// you committed earlier, was that your member remained unchanged. It wasn't very surprising, as the AlmostReady application didn't expect a male user, why would it change woman's vagina into another vagina, right? Your dick was long, a bit hairy, hard and thick cock of yours proudly stands, showing the world who's the boss here. [img["imgs/cock/cock"+$final.skinC.toUpperCase()+".jpg"]] &emsp;However, you were very surprised by that fact. "Why the hell am I hard?", you thought to yourself, even though you knew the answer. Besides your impressive dick and manly voice, there was a gorgeous woman standing in front of you, looking directly in your eyes from the mirror. Your body was hot. "At least for me", you thought, but you were sure you wouldn't be alone with such opinion. Dozens of men would pay great money to conquer such a hot chick as..."Me?", this word barely escaped your mind. &emsp;Full of shame and uncertainty you tried a bunch of poses in front of the mirror to appreciate your avatar's new body. You'd certainly fuck such body yourself, if not the cock. How could you survive working as a <<print $final.job>> looking like this? You had no idea, but there was no other way for now. &emsp;Suddenly you heard a voice outside the cabin. – //Hello, Ms. Is everything okay?// – one of the female shop assistants started to worry, you probably stood there for a while. – @@.main;Y—@@ – you didn't finish, because immediately you realized that your voice will not match the body! You decided to rely on high pitched, unarticulated sounds. – @@.main;Uh huh!@@ – It didn't go wrong, maybe not very convincing but should do the trick. – //Are you sure?// – Crap! Answering with anything else than a "yes" will be at least rude, and most likely too suspicious! Your heart was pounding while you tried to get dressed in your clothing in case the woman would force herself in. There was no other way than to try your best at improvising woman's high pitched voice! \ <<silently>><<set _loop to true>> <<set $result to 0>> <</silently>>\ @@.answer;Yes!@@ <span id="decision">\ <<link "...say it!">> <<set _loop to false>>\ <<replace "#decision">>\ <<if $result>>\ [[Got it!|ChangingRoom]] <<else>>\ [[Oops...|ChangingRoom]] <<endif>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ \ <<silently>><<repeat 0.3s>> <<if _loop is true>> <<set _pass to either("Wrong","Right")>><<display _pass>> <<else>> <<stop>> <<endif>> <</repeat>><</silently>>

<<widget "video">>\ <<if $args[0]>>\ <<print '<video autoplay loop><source src="imgs/webm/' + $args[0] + '.webm" type=\'video/webm; codecs="vp8, vorbis"\'></video>'>>\ <<endif>>\ <</widget>>\

<<silently>>[[ChangingRoom]]<</silently>>\ <<unset $sexy>>\ – @@.main;No, I won't let you do anything to me.@@ – //So after all, a fine is not that bad, huh?// – @@.main;It...is... Please, we can settle it out differently, I'm sure of it. You know, without... molesting. I'm a guy! I'm not gay!@@ – //I'm giving you a chance to avoid financial problems, caused by ''your'' perverted behaviour, mind you, and you reject it? Then you're accusing me of molesting when all I wanted was your //agreement// that I may touch your body.// – @@.main;Dude, chill! We're just going to—@@ – //No. ''We'' are not going to do anything. ''You'' are. You don't want me to do all the work for you? Your call. In this case, instead of your body, I want your pride.// – @@.main;You mean?@@ – //You'll get on your knees, unzip my flyer, drop down my pants and —// – @@.main;I'm NOT going to suck your dick!@@ – //...and you will kiss my dick through pants, begging me to let you suck it.// – @@.main;Simply, no.@@ – //Okay, fuck it. Just pay those 200 abats and get out.// – @@.main;I can't! I'm poor, I'll do you a favour, just not this way. I'm sure we can figure it out.@@ – //No, fuck you. Pay and get out, bro.// – @@.main;You can look while I play with my boobs!@@ – //No.// – @@.main;I'll let you take pictures of 'em.@@ – //No.// – @@.main;We can... Go out for a drink?@@ – //Hell no!// – @@.main;Oh come on, is there anything?@@ – //Beg for my cock, while kissing it.// – @@.main;I told you I won't do that.@@ – //Then get out already.// – @@.main;Why are you so stubborn?@@ – //A pot calling a kettle black.// – @@.main;Damn it!... Okay, how can I be sure you'll let me go if I do that?@@ – //Because I say so. You're the one here who should take a risk for your own good, not me.// &emsp;You were out of ideas and paying 200 abatuses was way too much. Finally, you decided to surrender. With head down, you knelt and slowly, with trembling hands, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He was looking down on you, but you did your best to keep your eyes away from his face. After an eternity, you pulled his pants down, your face mere centimeters away from his, fortunately still clothed, dick. <<video "bulge">> – @@.main;I...want your cock.@@ – //Kiss it first.// &emsp;Hesitantly, you closed your eyes and laid your kiss on his bulge. It didn't last for more than a fraction of a second. The guard seems irritated. – //Try harder, bitch. Kiss it like you mean it.// &emsp;You had no idea how to avoid it, he wouldn't let you do anything else. "If that's the only way..." you thought to yourself and decided to follow his order, fighting with an urge to cry with all your might. <<video "kissBulge">> – @@.main;I want your cock.@@ – //Do it with high pitched voice, make some effort!// – <span style="color: aqua;">I want your cock.</span> – //God, you're fucking useless! You don't want to cooperate? Then fuck you.// – The guard pushed you with his leg, you lost your balance and collapsed on the ground. He pulled his pants and buckled his belt back. – @@.main;I'm sorry! I will try harder!@@ – you shouted, but they didn't listen. He grabbed you by your arms, opened the door and threw you out of the room. You simply couldn't stand up to him, strength difference was too great. – //Fine is registered, have a nice day, Mr. <<print $info.surname>>.// – the man said before closing the door behind you. &emsp;You were kicked out of the backroom, the fine is still registered to you, and you kissed a man's dick while kneeling in front of his almost naked body. "Fuck my life!", you thought. The image of his big bulge in front of your face was burned in your memory. You quickly left the shop, trying your best to erase from your mind everything that just happened, in vein. [[Go back to CL|BackToCL]]

– @@.main;I...@@ – You couldn't believe that you were even considering such an option, but paying 200 abatuses was a very big deal in your current financial situation. Getting groped by a disgusting man might be the last thing you should worry about. – @@.main;I don't want that...@@ – On the other hand, how could you agree to that? You were not gay, and definitely didn't want to be fondled by any man because, and it was an important part of the problem, //you were not a woman//, despite your current avatar's look. – //As I said, I will not hurt you. I'm not asking if you want that. I am asking if you will take the easy way and let me DO that. Just stand up and do nothing, that's all I ask for.// – @@.main;It's against the law, you want to molest me!@@ – //Not paying a fine is against the law, buddy.// – @@.main;Fuck!@@ – Head of yours dropped down in shame and anger and then you murmured – @@.main;Okay...@@ – //What?// – @@.main;Okay, I will let you do... that.@@ – //See? That was the hardest part and you did great. Now just stand up and don't do anything stupid. Trust me, you don't want to scream.// – the guard said and stood up as well. You followed his command, standing up and taking a few steps from your chair. &emsp;The man approached you slowly. He stepped behind you, making you three times as nervous as you already were, your breath got faster and you could feel your skin shivering. "Can I kill him?", was your first thought but you doubted you could do that. This guy was quite big, tall and looked dangerous. You were never a murderous type of a guy. \ <<switch $sexy>>\ <<case "boobs">>\ &emsp;Big hands of his slowly appeared on your body. At first they were just creeping all over your shorts and shirt. It made you want to run away but as soon as you moved a little, he grasped your hips and whispered: – //No. Moving. Capiche?// – and without waiting for your response continued his fun, your bodies touching closely. After a few more moments you felt a touch on your new breasts. He gently massaged them through the fabric of your shirt. It was disgusting and bothered you a lot but you managed to stay still. When he grasped your shirt and slowly pulled it up, you wanted to scream but knew you couldn't. Your arms went up, helping him, in hope that this humiliation will end sooner. Standing there, half naked, you watched guard's hands creeping towards your big boobs. Finally he placed his hands directly on top of them and proceeded to grope them, you left out a moan of frustration and disgust, but he didn't care. <<video "fondleBOOBS">> &emsp;He continued to do so, sometimes stroking your nipples, and at some point you, to your surprise and horror, it started to feel exciting. Bulging pants indicated that your cock was starting to get erected. You didn't know if your nipples were doing that, or the view of the big, groped juggs right beneath your face, but the fact was you were turned on by this. With great fear and even more humiliation, you focused on not showing the guard what you felt. &emsp;Minutes later, when you were sure you will not stop a moan of pleasure coming out of your face, the guard stopped. His hands left your body and handed you your t-shirt. You couldn't see yourself but you were positive that your face was burning red out of shame and, unfortunately, sexual excitement. – //See? I didn't hurt you// – said the man. – //No fine, no problem. You're free to go now.// &emsp;Without a word you quickly put on your t-shirt back on yourself and walked to the door. You pressed the handle and opened them, but right before you left you heard the guard again. – //Not only it didn't hurt, you fucking loved that, slut. I bet your pants are all wet. I noticed how hard you became.// – @@.main;Fuck you, faggot!@@ – was all you could come up with in response, your face burning even more. – //Haha! Have a nice day, tough guy.// – and with that the man walked up to you and closed the door behind you, practically pushing you outside. You quickly left the shop, trying your best to erase from your mind everything that just happened. <<case "butt">>\ &emsp;The big hands of his had started massaging your huge buttocks. The thought of what was happening filled you with disgust, but you barely felt anything through the fabric of your Bermuda shorts and underpants. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before you heard the guard speaking to you: – //Bend over the desk.// – At first you didn't move, but he lightly pushed you forward. – //Trust me, you don't want to back off now.// &emsp;Full of fear, you complied and walked to the desk. You shifted your weight onto the furniture, supporting yourself with your elbows, looking at the wall in front of you. There was a poster but you couldn't even figure out what was painted or written on it. But you //could// feel guard's hands pulling down your shorts. He left them around your ankles and proceeded to grope your almost naked ass. The big, strong hands were firmly grasped your buttocks and let them go alternatively. Sometimes one of his fingers, as it was an accident, was prodding your tight asshole, making you make a frustrated, disapproval moan. When that happened, he always backed off and returned to his groping actions. <<video "fondleBUTT">> &emsp;After a few minutes you felt, to your horror, that your cock was getting bigger. His arms were pulling you slightly back and forth, accidentally making your member slide over the desk as if you were humping it. In combination of heavy groping of your big ass, the whole experienced started to turn you on, making you feel even more ashamed. With all your powers you tried to ignore that fact, but with every minute it was harder and harder – as your dick. At a point, that you were sure you will come against your will, his hands left your ass. – //That's all. See? I didn't hurt you. You're free to go.// – the guard said and pulled up your shorts. You pushed yourself with hands to standing position, when his hands suddenly brushed your pants over your erected cock. For a second you stopped breathing, but the man didn't say anything, just pulled up your shorts to the max and stepped back. Totally sure that your face was burning red with shame and arousal, you quickly got around the desk and pressed the handle to leave the room. Just before you left you heard his voice again. – //No fine, no problem, right? Nothing bad happened. And not only I didn't hurt you. You fucking loved it, slut!// – @@.main;I didn't, you creep!@@ – //Your huge cock stands in opposition. Get it? Haha!// – @@.main;Fuck you, faggot!@@ – was all you could come up with in response, your face burning even more. – //Haha! Have a nice day, tough guy.// – and with that the man walked up to you and closed the door behind you, practically pushing you outside. You quickly left the shop, trying your best to erase from your mind everything that just happened. <<case "lips">>\ &emsp;You were a bit curious why did he stand behind you, far from your lips that he wanted to touch so badly. But when his hands started to crawl over your clothed body, your curiosity stepped back to make place for disgust. Even more so when his fingers started to touch your neck, chin and cheeks. When he finally reached your lips, you shivered with anger, and tried to run away. However, he grabbed your arm. – //Trust me, you don't want to do that.// – the guard said. With frustration and using a lot of will power to force yourself, you went back into his arms, almost puking when his fingers entered your unwilling mouth. Salty taste was almost as bad as being orally raped. Suddenly, he turned your body to face him, and forcibly kissed you. The kiss was very gentle and he didn't use the tongue, yet he firmly held your head to not let you get away at all. At first you were moaning in disagreement, irritation and anger, but after a while, when he didn't release his grip anyway and just kept kissing you, you decided to close your eyes and hope it will end soon. <<video "fondleLIPS">> To help yourself you tried to imagine you were kissing somebody else, like Samantha Ayefreed in particular, a known actress. After a while, to your horror, your imagination proved to be really good at this and you felt your cock was getting harder! Your cheeks burned red with shame and suddenly, too unprepared to fight it, gaurd's tongue entered your mouth. &emsp;Unfortunately, it increased your excitement, as if Samatha herself did it, so you quickly opened your eyes to break the illusion. You immediately regret this decision, because you ended up looking directly into the eyes of a man that was holding you like his mistress and raping your mouth with his tongue. &emps;Finally he stepped back, letting you free. You spit on the floor and wiped your mouth with palms. – //See? I didn't hurt you. And now you're free to go!// – he said. Without a word you quickly approached the door and pressed the handle, but before you left, the guard had spoken again. – //No fine, no problem. I enjoyed those juicy, plump lips of yours... And I felt you enjoyed that too, you slut. I could feel your bulge against me!// – @@.main;Fuck you, faggot!@@ – was all you could come up with in response, your face burning even more. – //Haha! Have a nice day, tough guy.// – and with that the man walked up to you and closed the door behind you, practically pushing you outside. You quickly left the shop, trying your best to erase from your mind everything that just happened. <<case "hair">>\ &emsp;Before he even touched you, you could hear him sniffing your hair! "What a disgusting creep", you thought but endured the humiliation. He kept smelling them for a while and his hands finally buried in your hair, touching it, playing with it, gently moving it between his fingers. He kept going like this for a while, whispering in your ears. "//Such a lovely hair//". "//Smell so good//". "//They should call you Rapunzel, you know? I'd climb that hair any day to save you//". And so on, you kept being quiet, not giving him any more satisfaction from teasing and bullying you. <<video "fondleHAIR">> &emsp;After what felt like hours, with your eyes closed while you waited for this scary moment of your life to end, you felt something weird. The skin on your head shivered, your body weirdly relaxed. The combination of a gentle pull on your hair follicles and his whispering into your ears apparently gave you an ASMR-like experience! At one point you even caught yourself smiling. You quickly opened your eyes to stop that, and looked around. You could feel a difference in your hair, but couldn't tell what happened. Suddenly, the guard stopped and stepped back. Something relatively heavy and hard hit your back and when you looked to see what was it, you realized that the man braided your hair. – @@.main;What the fuck?@@ – //Yeah, I'm not very experience in that so it's a bit wacky, and I didn't have any hairband// – said the guard. Indeed, the braid was very uneven, but feeling your hair kept in relatively composed shape was nice in comparison to them being loose. Nevertheless, you proceeded to unbraid them immediately, with frustrated face. – @@.main;Are you done?!@@ – //Yes, that's all. You're free to go. No fine, no problem anymore.// &emsp;You gladly heard that, and after you were finished with your hair, which took you a lot longer that you wished it would and made your cheeks bright red from shame, you approached the door without a word. You pressed the handle only to hear the man speak again. – //By the way, I noticed you liked that, didn't you? Like a purring pussy. So cute and relaxed.// – @@.main;Fuck you, faggot!@@ – was all you could come up with in response, your face burning even more. – //Haha! Have a nice day, tough guy.// – and with that the man walked up to you and closed the door behind you, practically pushing you outside. You quickly left the shop, trying your best to erase from your mind everything that just happened. <</switch>>\ <<unset $sexy>>\ [[Go back to CL|BackToCL]] <<silently>>[[ChangingRoom]]<</silently>>

&emsp;A few hours later you got back to CL. You couldn't stand people looking at you. You felt judged and ridiculed, even though most of them probably didn't even look at you. At some point you were also stopped by an ACA woman that wanted to advertise makeup for you, and that was the last straw for you. Logging out at evening was always a pain in the ass, since there wasn't much you could be doing in Conscious Life at that time, but the humiliation of living as a shemale in VW was simply too much to bare for now. &emsp;Again, you looked in the mirror to see the real you. After all those problems, you appreciated yourself more. Maybe you weren't perfect, but it was great to be a man. With that thought you fell asleep. After hours of being bored, that is. &emsp;The next day, when you woke up, you decided to think hard how to help your current situation. Unfortunately, in vain. Money was a big problem and even if you found a job, it certainly wouldn't be enough to keep you alive AND pay the AR for theirs – even though unwanted – changes. A lawsuit against them was still a very tempting idea, but you couldn't force yourself to believe that their lawyer lied to you about her contacts and power to fuck your life up. &emsp;While thinking, you had got a message on your MC. It said that you should log in to VW for your training. You couldn't wait to do that!... Oh wait, yes you could. You expected it to be a horrible experience and you weren't looking forward to participate in it. Finally, you got ready, or as ready as you could be, and logged in. Immediately after showing up in News Hub, you had to agree to be isolated by the Almost Ready application. After it loaded, standing in the white, empty room you read communicates. //Hello Ms. <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>. Training will be divided into a few topics and played at once. To ensure you won't suffer unnecessary inconvenience, parts of it will transport your mind to Warp Isolation, when possible.// &emsp;That was a good news. Warp Isolation wasn't cheap to implement and, due to the law, apps couldn't use it too much. But it was very useful. Such type of isolation mechanic happened deep inside someone's brain and therefore could bend the perceptible time. Basically a person could experience hours in seconds. It meant you won't waste all your day on this crap. //The first lesson will be: Learning your basic duties as a <<print $final.job>>.// [[Continue|TrainingFirst]]

<<set $training to 0>> <<switch $final.jobId>> <<case 0>><<goto "MaidTraining">> <<case 1>><<goto "TeacherTraining">> <<case 2>><<goto "SecretaryTraining">> <<case 3>><<goto "ModelTraining">> <</switch>> <<silently>> [[MaidTraining]] [[TeacherTraining]] [[SecretaryTraining]] [[ModelTraining]] <</silently>>

[[JobTraining_dummy]] <<goto "Maid1">>

[[JobTraining_dummy]] <<goto "Model1">>

[[JobTraining_dummy]] <<goto "Secretary1">>

[[JobTraining_dummy]] <<goto "Teacher1">>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //As a <<print $final.job>>, your basic duty is to clean clients' rooms. You need to practice, to do it efficiently. In the following hours, you will clean a few training flats as well and as quickly as you can. If you won't learn to do it efficiently, in the future you won't get paid as much as you could. Good luck! Reminder: Don't worry about your clothes, in Warp Isolation it won't get damaged. For now you won't have to worry about what kind of tools to use as well. Feather duster and a rag, that you will find in rooms, is all you need.// &emsp;It seems that you will be forced to a physical work. "At least I will be able to zone out this way, I guess", you thought to yourself. Nevertheless, it wasn't that bad. Cleaning rooms is not fun or anything, but it is a simple job that fits your skills. You were sure you could handle it good enough, which soothed you. It was time to start the training. [[Click OK and load the first room|Maid1a]]

<<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<set $maxCleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set $cleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set _time to 0>>\ <span id="training">\ <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Click names of dirty furnitures to make them clean!</span> <p id="links"></p> <<button "I believe I'm done.">> <<replace "#training">> <<set _perc to 100-Math.floor(($cleanLevel/$maxCleanLevel)*100)>> //Your cleaning was not good enough, you completed only: <<print _perc+"%">> of work. Keep in mind that with such attitude your boss might be disappointed in you. Cleaning took you <<print _time*15+random(0,9)>> minutes.// [[Proceed to another test|Maid1b]] <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <</button>> \ <<silently>><<repeat 1s>> <<if $cleanDone>> <<replace "#training">>\ //Good job, you cleaned everything! Cleaning took you <<print _time*20+random(0,9)>> minutes.// [[Proceed to another test|Maid1b]] <<set $performance += 100>>\ <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <<stop>> <<else>> <<set _time++>> <<endif>> <</repeat>><</silently>> \ <<silently>><<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ var color = ["00","00","00"]; var desk = new dirtyItem("Desk",color,1); var closet = new dirtyItem("Closet",color,1); var chair = new dirtyItem("Chair",color,2); var sofa = new dirtyItem("Sofa",color,1); var bed = new dirtyItem("Bed",color,2); var shelf1 = new dirtyItem("Shelf1",color,1); var shelf2 = new dirtyItem("Shelf2",color,1); stuff = [desk,closet,chair,sofa,bed,shelf1,shelf2]; $("#links").append("<table style='background-color: white; border: 2px solid #000;font-size: 150%;'><tr><td></td><td><a id='" + closet.txt + "' >" + closet.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><a id='" + shelf1.txt + "' >" + shelf1.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><a id='" + desk.txt + "' >" + desk.txt + "</a></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><a id='" + shelf2.txt + "' >" + shelf2.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td></td><td><a id='" + chair.txt + "' >" + chair.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td></td><td><a id='" + sofa.txt + "' >" + sofa.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><a id='" + bed.txt + "' >" + bed.txt + "</a></td><td></td></tr></table>"); stuff.forEach(function(entry){ $("#"+entry.txt).css("color","#"+entry.color[0]+entry.color[1]+entry.color[2]); $("#"+entry.txt).on("click",function(){clean(entry);}); }); $("#links td").css("width","50px"); $("#links td").css("height","50px"); $("#links a").css("-webkit-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-ms-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-moz-user-select ","none"); State.variables.maxCleanLevel = cleanLevel(); }); <</script>> <</silently>> </span>

<<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<set $maxCleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set $cleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set _time to 0>>\ <span id="training">\ <span style="font-weight: bold;">Click names of dirty furnitures to make them clean!</span> <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">This time, try to be faster!</span> <p id="links"></p> \ <<silently>><<repeat 1s>> <<script>> console.log(State.variables.cleanDone); <</script>> <<if $cleanDone>> <<script>> console.log("woohoo"); <</script>> <<replace "#training">>\ //Congratulation, you managed to clean it all in time! It took you only <<print _time*15+random(0,9)>> minutes. Speed is very important in your job, keep it up.// [[Proceed to the last test|Maid1c]] <<set $performance += 100>>\ <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <<stop>> <<else>> <<set _time++>> <<endif>> <</repeat>><</silently>> \ <<silently>><<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ var color = ["00","00","00"]; var bed1 = new dirtyItem("Bed1",color,2); var bed2 = new dirtyItem("Bed2",color,2); var bed3 = new dirtyItem("Bed3",color,2); var closet = new dirtyItem("Closet",color,1); var shelf1 = new dirtyItem("Shelf1",color,1); var shelf2 = new dirtyItem("Shelf2",color,1); var cupboard = new dirtyItem("Cupboard",color,1); var carpet = new dirtyItem("Carpet",color,1); stuff = [bed1,bed2,bed3,closet,shelf1,shelf2,cupboard,carpet]; $("#links").append("<table style='background-color: white; border: 2px solid #000;font-size: 150%;'><tr><td><a id='" + bed1.txt + "' >" + bed1.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td><a id='" + shelf1.txt + "' >" + shelf1.txt + "</a></td><td><a id='" + closet.txt + "' >" + closet.txt + "</a></td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><a id='" + bed2.txt + "' >" + bed2.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td><a id='" + carpet.txt + "' >" + carpet.txt + "</a></td><td><a id='" + cupboard.txt + "' >" + cupboard.txt + "</a></td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><a id='" + bed3.txt + "' >" + bed3.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td><a id='" + shelf2.txt + "' >" + shelf2.txt + "</a></td><td></td></tr></table>"); stuff.forEach(function(entry){ $("#"+entry.txt).css("color","#"+entry.color[0]+entry.color[1]+entry.color[2]); $("#"+entry.txt).on("click",function(){clean(entry);}); }); $("#links td").css("width","50px"); $("#links td").css("height","50px"); $("#links a").css("-webkit-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-ms-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-moz-user-select ","none"); State.variables.maxCleanLevel = cleanLevel(); }); <</script>> <</silently>> </span> <<timed 15s>> <<if $cleanDone is false>>\ <<set _perc to 100-Math.floor(($cleanLevel/$maxCleanLevel)*100)>> <<replace "#training">>\ //You were not fast enough! You did not finish cleaning, even though it took you <<print _time*15+random(0,9)>> minutes. You completed: <<print _perc+"%">> of work. Remember that speed is very important as well.// [[Proceed to the last test|Maid1c]] <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <<endif>>\ <</timed>>\

<<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<set $maxCleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set $cleanLevel to 200>>\ <<set _time to 0>>\ <span id="training">\ <p id="links"></p> \ <<silently>><<repeat 1s>> <<if $cleanDone>> <<set _perc to 100-Math.floor(($cleanLevel/$maxCleanLevel)*100)>> <<replace "#training">>\ //Congratulation, you managed to clean it all in time! It took you only <<print _time*15+random(0,9)>> minutes. This was the last room to clean, for now.// [[End 'basic duties' test|Maid1Res]] <<set $performance += 100>>\ <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <<stop>> <<else>> <<set _time++>> <<endif>> <</repeat>><</silently>> \ <<silently>><<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ var color = ["00","00","00"]; var filth = new dirtyItem("Filth",color,3); var wetbed = new dirtyItem("PissedBed",color,3); var chest = new dirtyItem("Chest",color,1); var sextoys = new dirtyItem("SexToys",color,3); var shelf = new dirtyItem("Shelf",color,1); var bowl = new dirtyItem("Bowl",color,1); var clothes = new dirtyItem("Clothes",color,2); stuff = [filth,wetbed,chest,sextoys,shelf,bowl,clothes]; $("#links").append("<table style='background-color: white; border: 2px solid #000;font-size: 150%;'><tr><td><a id='" + clothes.txt + "' >" + clothes.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td><a id='" + chest.txt + "' >" + chest.txt + "</a></td><td><a id='" + wetbed.txt + "' >" + wetbed.txt + "</a></td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><a id='" + shelf.txt + "' >" + shelf.txt + "</a></td><td></td><td><a id='" + sextoys.txt + "' >" + sextoys.txt + "</a></td><td></td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td></td><td><a id='" + filth.txt + "' >" + filth.txt + "</a></td><td><a id='" + bowl.txt + "' >" + bowl.txt + "</a></td><td></td></tr></table>"); stuff.forEach(function(entry){ $("#"+entry.txt).css("color","#"+entry.color[0]+entry.color[1]+entry.color[2]); $("#"+entry.txt).on("click",function(){clean(entry);}); }); $("#links td").css("width","50px"); $("#links td").css("height","50px"); $("#links a").css("-webkit-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-ms-user-select","none"); $("#links a").css("-moz-user-select ","none"); State.variables.maxCleanLevel = cleanLevel(); }); <</script>> <</silently>> </span> <<timed 15s>> <<if $cleanDone is false>>\ <<set _perc to 100-Math.floor(($cleanLevel/$maxCleanLevel)*100)>> <<replace "#training">>\ //Not fast enough! You did not finish cleaning, even though it took you <<print _time*15+random(0,9)>> minutes. You completed: <<print _perc+"%">> of work. This was the last room to clean, for now.// [[End 'basic duties' test|Maid1Res]] <<set $performance += _perc>>\ <<set $cleanDone to false>>\ <<script>>resetCleaning();<</script>> <</replace>> <<endif>> <</timed>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Second subject of a <<print $final.job>>'s work is obedience. If you want to earn a lot of money, you need to know how to follow orders of your clients. This will be a very easy test. All you need to do is to follow orders of your training-client. Good luck!// &emsp;"You've got to be kidding me!", you thought to yourself. However, it was hard to argue. If you hired a maid, you would want her to follow your orders. Otherwise you would fire her quickly, right? Curious about what kind of orders you will take, you clicked the button to continue. [[Click OK and load a room|Maid2a]]

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT1>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ //Your complete performance is: <<print Math.floor(($performance/300)*100)+"%">>// <<if $performance>=200>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[0] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed your first test with no problem! Keep it up and your boss will be surely content with you as his employee. In a few moments you will feel even better with yourself. The application will show positive messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphins into your organism, as a reward for a good job. Just relax.// &emsp;A little bit of pride crawled into your heart. Maybe you were not going to do things that you like, but at least you will be good at them! The reward was interesting as well. You definitely needed help to feel better and relaxed, so you closed your eyes. At some point, you had no idea when, you lost your consciousness and fell into a dreamlike trance. <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/goodjob1">> <<video "maid/goodjob2">> <<video "maid/goodjob4">> <<video "maid/goodjob3">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with little knowledge what just happened. You felt better, happier and more relaxed indeed. At least this part of this shitty application was useful! //We hope you had fun. Now, lets proceed.// <<else>> //Unfortunately, your performance was too low. Your boss could be disappointed with such employee and it's not a good thing. You should feel bad about it, you must try harder. In a few moments you will be punished, to help you associate bad behaviour with unpleasant feelings. The application will show messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphin-blockers into your organism. Just close your eyes and wait.// &emsp;A little bit of fear crawled into your heart as you read the message. You failed this test on purpose, you had no desire to be a good <<print $final.job>> for anyone. But now you are not so sure it was a good idea. Before you could think about it more, you lost your consciousness and entered dreamlike trance. <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/badjob2">> <<video "maid/badjob4">> <<video "maid/badjob1">> <<video "maid/badjob3">> <<video "maid/badjob5">> <<video "maid/badjob6">> <<video "maid/badjob7">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with a little knowledge of what just happened. You felt bad, like you were going to cry. Regret of what you had done filled your mind and heart, even though you consciously think you did what you wanted. This app is fucking with your emotions! //Remember, it was mandatory to let you learn what is a good behaviour in work, and what is not. Now, let's proceed.// <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Maid2">><</link>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Basics are already behind you! Good job! Now it is time to teach you more advanced things about cleaning houses. Up to now you were using only a duster and a rag. But with that it's not possible to clean everything, isn't it? As a professional <<print $final.job>>, you need to know what kind of specifics you need to use in certain situations to never get caught off guard. Read the next lines carefully, good luck!// &emsp;"Sounds better than previous tests", you thought. Definitely better than a perverted old man in his fucking armchair. You wanted it all to stop as quickly as possible, so you proceeded. [[Click OK and read the lines|Maid3a]]

&emsp;A big room materialized around you, filled with expensive looking furniture, a fireplace, furry carpets and huge chandelier. You were amazed by the quality of everything around you. Even though it was just a simulation, it really made you feel respect to the owner, who sat in front of you in an armchair. [img[imgs/maid/client.jpg]] &emsp;He was a middle-aged man, dressed in stylish jacket and slack pants. He was reading a book but as he noticed you, he closed it and stood up. – //Come here, Ms.// – he said, looking at you. <span id="reply">\ <<link "Step forward">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;You took a few steps in his direction and stopped about 1 meter away from him. He was taller than you, looked like a basketball player if not the aristocratic style. <<set $performance += 20>>\ – //Yes, let me look closer.// – he replied, smiling. He indeed looked you up and down, and smiled again after. – //Good. What is your name, Ms.?// [[Continue|Maid2b]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Introduce yourself and step forward">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;You bowed lightly and said: – @@.main;My name is Mr. <<print $info.surname>>. Nice to meet you, Mister...?@@ – and at the same time, after you straightened yourself, you took a few steps toward the Automatically Controlled Avatar in the shape of your client. He looked you up and down and smiled. – //Ms. mister-<<print $info.surname>>? I was told your name is Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. So what is it then?// [[Continue|Maid2b]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Ask for permission">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;You decided to play their game so you replied: – @@.main;Do I have a permission to approach you, Mister...?@@ <<set $performance += 10>>\ – //Yes you do, my dear. Come here, let me look closer.// – he replied, smiling. You followed his order and approached him. Indeed, he looked you up and down, and smiled again after. – //Good. What is your name, Ms.?// [[Continue|Maid2b]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>

– @@.main;It's <<print $info.surname>>. And you are? – you decided to skip the "Mr" or "Ms" part. He wasn't programmed to talk with a male maid anyway.@@ – //Oh, good.// – apparently he totally ignored your question about his name. – //So, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, you are going to clean my house today. I want you to know one very important thing to me. I really hate to repeat myself, you know? So listen carefully. Is that understood?// – @@.main;Yes it is.@@ – //Splendid! Now, I've got a first order for you, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. It is: Never, at any point, stop cleaning my house, until it's spotless. No breaks, no chit-chat. Is that okay?// <span id="reply">\ <<link "It's a really big house">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<script>>$("#cdn").show();<</script>>\ – @@.main;But it's a really big house, sir. How can I manage?@@ – //You are right, it is. However, you won't be cleaning it all. Don't worry. Anything else?// – @@.main;Oh, okay then. Nothing more.@@ – //Good.// \ <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Of course">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<script>>$("#cdn").show();<</script>>\ – @@.main;Of course, sir.@@ – //Good.// \ <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ \ <span id="cdn" hidden>\ //Now start cleaning this room, please.// – he said and turned around. The man grabbed his book again and sat in his armchair to continue reading it. You started cleaning his place. It wasn't very dirty, but dust in such places was unavoidable. A fireplace, a table and chairs were already taken care of, when the man spoke again, pointing at the chair next to him. – //Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, please come sit here for a moment.// <span id="reply2">\ <<link "Ask for orders without stopping your work">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;How can I help you?@@ – you asked. The man stood up from his armchair and approached you, while you kept dusting the closet. He stood nearby and said: – //I'm bored and I wanted to tell you something. Do you know that I lived here for over 50 years already?// – @@.main;No I didn't, sir.@@ – //Yes, it's a very long time indeed. There is not much to do here, you see, that's why I usually spend as much time as I can somewhere else. Traveling, you see. But now at winter, at my age, I didn't have a good idea where to go. So I stayed.// – @@.main;It's reasonable.@@ – //Yes, yes it is.// [[Continue|Maid2c]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Stop and approach the man">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=20>>\ – //I'm bored and I wanted to tell you something. Do you know that I lived here for over 50 years already?// – @@.main;No I didn't, sir.@@ – //Yes, it's a very long time indeed. There is not much to do here, you see, that's why I usually spend as much time as I can somewhere else. Traveling, you see. But now at winter, at my age, I didn't have a good idea where to go. So I stayed.// – @@.main;It's reasonable.@@ – //Yes, yes it is.// [[Continue|Maid2c]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Sit on a chair but and pretend to be working simultanously">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – //I'm sorry, but what are you doing, exactly?// – @@.main;Dusting, sir.@@ – you answered, pretending to dust the already spotlessly clean chair you were sitting on. – //You're wasting your time then, because it's already clean, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. But anyway, I wanted to tell you something. Do you know that I lived here for over 50 years already?// – @@.main;No I didn't, sir.@@ – //Yes, it's a very long time indeed. There is not much to do here, you see, that's why I usually spend as much time as I can somewhere else. Traveling, you see. But now at winter, at my age, I didn't have a good idea where to go. So I stayed.// – @@.main;It's reasonable.@@ – //Yes, yes it is.// [[Continue|Maid2c]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span> </span>

– //Even though, it has its downsides. I'm lonely! I'm bored! there is totally nothing to do here! I want you to help me with that.// <span id="reply">\ <<link "Should I sing for you?">> <<script>>$("#cdn").show();<</script>>\ <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Do you want me to sing a song?@@ <</replace>>\ <</link>> <<link "How would I do that?">> <<script>>$("#cdn").show();<</script>>\ <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;What could I do about it?@@ <</replace>>\ <</link>> <<link "Do you want to play chess with me?">> <<script>>$("#cdn").show();<</script>>\ <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Shall we play some chess?@@ <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ \ <span id="cdn" hidden>\ – //I thought about something... You see, I don't want to force you to do anything. But I really miss one person in my life, that is no longer with me. Feel free to say "no", Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, because that's not an order of course, but would you stand there, turn around and undress for me? I want to imagine that person and give my old prick a bit of a joy... manually.// <span id="reply2">\ <<link "Of course, sir">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=20>>\ – @@.main;Of course, sir. It's not a problem at all.@@ – //Oh, thank you very much, Ms.! I really need that. Now, stand there – he pointed in front of him – and turn your back to me, please.// &emsp;You stood up and took a few steps forward. Without double checking if he watched you, you simply dropped your Bermuda shorts, underpants and a t-shirt, leaving shoes on. With no shame you just crossed your arms — though your new tits were making this a bit less comfortable position now — and stared into the wall. "Ha, it's just an ACA guy sitting there, like I care", you thought and just waited. &emsp;After mere seconds you heard him beating his dick and it actually made you feel uncomfortable, but you managed to keep still. What felt like an eternity later you heard his moans and that made you feel extremely uncomfortable and kind of disgusted. When the sounds got louder you suddenly felt something wet on your butt cheek and turned around immediately. [img[imgs/maid/armchair.jpg]] &emsp;The man was still sitting in his chair, his dick whipped out, half hard. You regret that you turned around to see him like that. His body wasn't as wrinkly as you expected him to be, he was a muscular man with a cock in a comparable size to your own. But still, it was a naked guy in front of your face, and that never made you happy. &emsp;Then you looked down at your butt to see what happened. You couldn't understand how was this possible, but your ass was covered in fresh sperm. [img[imgs/maid/spermAss.jpg]] &emsp;He was sitting about 2 meters away from you, and yet his jizz splashed on your butt cheeks! You wouldn't believe it if not see it yourself. After seconds you remembered that it's just a simulation, but surprisement and shock didn't lessen. You had no idea how to wipe that white goo out of your body, but fortunately you didn't have to, because everything went black and you returned to the white room. You were pretty sure you passed the test. [[End 'obedience' test|Maid2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "I'm sorry, but I need to clean the room, sir">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;I'm sorry, sir. I've got a job to do. Your room, there is. It needs to be cleaned, that's why I was hired.@@ – //You're right, Ms. That is what I hired you for.// – the man said, his face showed little emotions. – //So why do you sit here, instead of working?// – @@.main;Right away, sir.@@ – you said and got back to work. It didn't take long, though. Everything went black after a few seconds and you returned to the white room. You were pretty sure you passed the test anyway. [[End 'obedience' test|Maid2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "I can help you with my own hands, sir">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;@@.main;Sir, why would you do it yourself? I can help you with my own hands@@ – you said, smiling. You decided to prank the simulation and see what does it do next. Will you get additional points for such a move? – //Oh, that was unexpected, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. I must tell you, that I did not fancy you, young lady. You look nothing like my Nathy, that's why I wanted you to turn your back to me, so I could pretend it is her.// – You did not expect it to have such a broad back story. – //However, I like your eagerness. Thanks to you, I've got a brilliant idea that I didn't think about earlier. I will close my eyes and let you do it. This way I will be able to imagine Nathy, and still get some real fun! Do your part, Ms.// – he closed his eyes and reached for his pants to unbuckle it. &emsp;You sat there, motionless, shocked by the outcome of a situation. Before you could think of what to do, the man whipped out his cock and sat there naked in front of you. [img[imgs/maid/armchair.jpg]] &emsp;At first you just looked away, while he was encouraging you with words, making him hard with one hand. You didn't want to openly tell him you lied, because the application would probably dramatically decrease your performance. Finally, you decided to stand up and finish cleaning, but when you did that, your foot got stuck in a carpet-bear's opened mouth. You totally lost your balance and tried with all your agility to grab the man's chair in front of you, to prevent yourself from falling down. Fortunately, you succeeded and regained balance. Unfortunately, your face ended up was mere centimeters away from his cock. [img[imgs/maid/accident.jpg]] &emsp;You quickly stood up, to get as far away as you could from it, however you heard the man's voice. – //Oh yeah, I felt your breath. I thought you wanted to use your hands, but that's even better, honey. Take it all up your throat.// – If not the fact that everything went black and you returned safely to the white room, you would kick him right in the balls. Nevertheless, you hoped you did good enough in the obedience test. [[End 'obedience' test|Maid2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span> </span>

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT2>> <<set $performance to 60>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ //Your complete performance is: <<print Math.floor(($performance/60)*100)+"%">>// <<if $performance >=50>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[1] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed the second test. You understand what it means to be obedient and how important it is to follow orders. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is, of course, a reward! Please relax.// <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/maidgoodjob1">> <<video "maid/maidgoodjob2">> <<video "maid/maidgoodjob3">> <<video "maid/goodjob12">> <<video "maid/goodjob13">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended, this time you didn't remember much either. It filled you with joy and pride, you felt like you achieved something great in your life. The sensation was very weird, but pleasant. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your result is too low to pass the test. You missed the most important parts of obedience toward your clients. 1. Follow orders. 2. Obey the latest order, don't expect the client to remember his previous ones. 3. Be as helpful as possible, unless a client's request endangers your life. You need to remember, understand and live by those rules if you want to be an efficient <<print $final.job>>. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is obviously a punishment. Remember, it is delivered not to harm you, but to help you learn from your mistakes. Please wait.// <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/badjob11">> <<video "maid/badjob12">> <<video "maid/badjob13">> <<video "maid/badjob14">> <<video "maid/badjob15">> <<video "maid/maidbadjob1">> <<video "maid/badjob16">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended. It left you with a feeling that something bad happened in your life. As if you lost something or failed someone important. But again, you did not remember anything of what happened during the trance. You didn't like it at all! <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Maid3">><</link>>

&emsp;A small room, completely covered in kitchen tiles, with a wide desk and two chairs, appeared around you. You were sitting on a chair away from the desk, and on the other side there was a smiley woman. She was standing, one hand leaned on a desk, the other on her chair, her eyes looked directly into yours. She gave you a moment to adjust and with a simple gesture redirected your attention to bottles in front of her. The whole desk was filled with chemicals. [img[imgs/maid/professional.jpg]] – //Hello, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>!// – You had to admit that the fact they all refer to you as "Ms." was very annoying. – //I'm here to tell you a lot of things about current trends in cleaning products. Are you read?// – @@.main;I think so?@@ – //Great! Look at all of them, there's quite a few. We've got here: cleanIcus, BlankBit, Clear Vapor, Bright Industries, Purewoop, Awefresh, neatZap, Mentgrace and TidyTec. All of them are mandatory for your work as a <<print $final.job>>.// – @@.main;Why so many?@@ – //As I said, it is mandatory to keep houses spotless. You don't want to ruin someone's wooden furniture with a BlankBit instead of Clear Vapor, right?// – @@.main;I... guess I don't.@@ – //Exactly! So now you'll listen carefully.// – she took the first bottle. – //This is neatZap. Its bottle is duckshaped, which makes it very easy to spot it. The most important information is that you cannot use neatZap on leather! It is great for boots, but not leather ones. Leather can be cleaned with other products, I'll get back to it. Remember that neatZap is awful with leather — don't mix "awful" with "Awefresh", haha! Use neatZap for boots though, because they will shine on their own, without a need for any paste or creams. Then there's Bright Industries, quite a flashy one because its bottle is in a weird, circle shape and it's pink. For the love of god, don't use it on clothes, but it's the way to go when leather is expected to be cleaned. Forgot to mention, that neatZap works on carpets, and clothes. Don't do the dishes with Bright Industries, it's kind of oily. I didn't mention TidyTec yet, it's the red one and works as good as neatZap on clothes, but only them. The dishes will be spotless thanks to Awefresh, a yellow one with a cute baby on the bottom. It's amazing but unfortunately doesn't work well with other things, beware.// &emsp;After a small pause, the first one since she started talking, she added – //I think I'm done. You didn't ask a single question, I'm amazed how great your memory is!// – @@.main;What? How could I even interrupt your—@@ – //Enough wasting your time, let's proceed!// [[Proceed|Maid3b]]

<<silently>> <<display "MaidQuestions">> <<set _count to 1>> [[Maid3Res]] [[Maid_dummy]] <</silently>>\ – //Now it is very simple. I will ask you four questions, and you will give me answers. After that you will finish this subject! Let's start.// &emsp;She gestured you to stand up and approach her. You followed her request and stood in front of the table. All the products disappeared and nine cards with their names appeared instead. The woman finally sat in her chair and started asking you questions, expecting you to point at the right card as your answer. <span id="test"><<print "("+_count+"/5) ">><<display "MaidNext">> <<display "MaidAnswers">></span>\ \ <<button "Answer">> <<set _count++>> <<if _count==6>> <<goto "Maid3Res">> <<endif>> <<set $arr.delete($arr[$r])>>\ <<if $answer==$question>> <<set $performance+=1>>\ <<endif>> <<replace "#test">>\ <<timed 0.1s t8n>>\ <<print "("+_count+"/5) ">><<display "MaidNext">> <</timed>>\ <<display "MaidAnswers">>\ <</replace>> <</button>>

<table> <tr><td>neatZap </td><td><<radiobutton "$answer" "nz">></td></tr> <tr><td>TidyTec</td><td><<radiobutton "$answer" "tt">></td></tr> <tr><td>Bright Industries</td><td><<radiobutton "$answer" "bi">></td></tr> <tr><td>Awefresh</td><td><<radiobutton "$answer" "a">></td></tr> </table>

<<silently>><<set $questions to { q1: { txt: "Which product can be used to clean carpets, but not the leather?", ans: "nz" }, q2: { txt: "Which product has a duck-shaped bottle?", ans: "ny" }, q3: { txt: "Which product might destroy leather?", ans: "nz" }, q4: { txt: "Which product can be used to clean leather?", ans: "bi" }, q5: { txt: "Which product can be used to clean windows and furniture?", ans: "bb" }, q6: { txt: "Which product can be used only to clean clothes?", ans: "tt" }, q7: { txt: "Which product can be used to do the dishes?", ans: "a" }, q8: { txt: "Which product has a flashy, pink, cicle shaped bottle?", ans: "bi" }, q9: { txt: "Which product is too oily for dishes?", ans: "bi" }, q10: { txt: "Which product has a red bottle?", ans: "tt" }, q11: { txt: "Which product has a cute baby on the bottom of the bottle?", ans: "a" }, }>> <<set $arr to Object.keys($questions)>> <</silently>>\

<<silently>> <<set $r to random(0,$arr.length-1)>> <<set $question to $questions[$arr[$r]].ans>> <</silently>>\ <<print $questions[$arr[$r]].txt>>

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT3>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ – //Thank you, that's all! Now, please wait for your results.// – said the woman and then she disappeared, along with the room. You got back into the white box of isolation again, and read the messages. <<if $performance >2>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[2] to 1>>\ //Good job, you <<if $performance ==4>>made only one mistake.<<else>>answered everything perfectly!<<endif>> Congratulation, you can be proud of yourself. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Please, relax.// <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/goodjob21">> <<video "maid/goodjob22">> <<video "maid/maidgoodjob4">> <<video "maid/goodjob23">> <<video "maid/goodjob24">> <<video "maid/maidgoodjob5">> &emsp;Even though the whole thing highly disturbed you, you couldn't deny how pleasant it felt now after the trance. A thought crossed your mind, that someone as smart as you are wouldn't get manipulated anyway. "So maybe there's nothing wrong with a little bit of relaxation anyway", you concluded. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, you made more than one mistake. It is a very bad result. You should think about your performance and read about cleaning products in your spare time. It is very important for a <<print $final.job>> to know what kind of tools she needs. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Just wait.// <<video "maid/closedEyes">> <<video "maid/badjob21">> <<video "maid/badjob22">> <<video "maid/badjob23">> <<video "maid/badjob24">> <<video "maid/badjob25">> <<video "maid/badjob26">> <<video "maid/badjob27">> <<video "maid/badjob28">> <<video "maid/badjob29">> &emsp;The whole experience was very disturbing. You couldn't believe that it helps you in any way, because indeed you felt really bad right now. But maybe you were overthinking this? Overreacting, because you simply couldn't understand it. "Maybe I'm just not smart enough for that", you concluded. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "MakeupTraining1">><</link>>

windows: cleanIcus, BlankBit furniture not wooden: BlankBit furniture wooden: Clear Vapor leather: Bright Industries, Purewoop carpets: Awefresh, neatZap boots: Mentgrace, neatZap clothes: neatZap, TidyTec dishes: Purewoop, cleanIcus cleanIcus - small, blue BlankBit - big, purple Clear Vapor - transparent Bright Industries - circle, pink Purewoop - unhandy, white Awefresh - yellow neatZap - duckshaped Mentgrace - small, blue TidyTec - red

[[MaidAnswers]] [[MaidNext]] [[MaidQuestions]] [[MaidBottlesCheatSheet]]

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //As a <<print $final.job>>, your basic duty is to educate kids. You need to practice, to do it efficiently. For now you lack the knowledge in your subject, but your attitude toward kids and efficiency in controlling the group are far more important. In the following hours, you will participate in simulations with young children. Your task is to keep them under control in even the most extreme situations. Remember, you are here for them, not the other way around! Good luck. Reminder: Don't worry, at this point you don't have to actually teach anything. The simulation will pretend that you are actively teaching whenever you will be pointing your hand at the blackboard while being quiet.// &emsp;It seems that you will be forced to face a bunch of kids. "At least I will have a laugh, I guess", you thought to yourself. Nevertheless, it wasn't that bad. Teaching brats is not what you consider as fun, but it seems to be a satisfying job that fits your skills. You were sure you could handle it good enough, which soothed you. It was time to start the training. [[Click OK and load the class room|Teacher1a]]

&emsp;Everything disappeared for a few seconds, until a class room loaded around you. It was a rather small room, filled with about 20 kids. They seemed to be around 15 years old, boys and girls equally divided. You stood next to the blackboard and a desk. The kids were looking at you without a single movement. At first you looked around and felt nervous but then you realized that the application lets you start on your own. As soon as you pointed at the blackboard with your hand, the kids came to live and pretended to listen to your silent words. &emsp;"So far I'm just standing here, bored. I guess I should watch them more closely", you thought to yourself after a few minutes and almost immediately spotted a boy that didn't pay attention to the blackboard. He was looking in the other direction with a dreamy stare. – @@.main;Hey, you boy.@@ – You stopped pointing at the blackboard and instead raised your hand towards the boy. – @@.main;What is your name?@@ – //I'm Josh.// – the kid said and looked at you with a relaxed face. – @@.main;Why are you not listening to me, Josh?@@ – //Because, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, I cannot focus on what you're saying.// – @@.main;And why is that so? Is there something more interesting here?@@ – //Yes. I have been staring at Caroline's breasts and I can't stop thinking about them.// – The whole class, excluding one girl in the front row, that was probably Caroline, laughed loudly. You were caught off guard, you did not expect such answer. Looking at the Caroline you noticed that she really had impressive boobs for such a young age. [img[imgs/teacher/teentits.jpg]] &emsp;Nevertheless, you should do something about the chaos that emerged in the class. "What should I say?", you thought to yourself but a second after you came up with an idea. <span id="reply">\ <<link "Josh, that's rude and obscene!">> <<set $performance+=20>>\ <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Everyone, quiet! Josh, that was rude and obscene. You cannot speak like that, especially in this class. You are objectifying this young girl, treating her like she's just one part of her body. She had nothing to say about how big her breasts will grow, it's genetics. As much as you have nothing to say in that how big your penis is. Would you like us all to stare at your crotch and laughed at how small it is?@@ – Everyone in the class laughed out loud again, this time looking at Josh. Even Caroline laughed. – //What?!// – Josh cried in disbelief and seemed visibly embarrassed. – //My dick is not small!// – @@.main;It's figurative speaking, Josh. Would you like that?@@ – //No!// – @@.main;And that's exactly what you were doing right now, but the other way around. Think about this and don't act like this in the future. Understood?@@ – //Yes, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>...// – @@.main;Now get up, approach Caroline and apologize her. Sincerely. And without looking at her breasts, of course.@@ &emsp;The boy stood up and walked to the girl with his head down. Kids were giggling and smiling, but kept quiet. Caroline stood up as well, she was a few centimeters taller than Josh. – //I'm sorry, Carol... I think you look pretty.// – //Awww, Josh. Thanks, I accept your apology. But don't say such things again, I don't like it, kay?// – //Sure...// &emsp;Seemed like you did well enough. Both kids returned to their desks and even if everyone around kept giggling and smiling to each other for a few more minutes, they all focused on the blackboard again. [[Continue|Teacher1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Josh, I understand what you mean, but lets focus.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;Josh, I understand. Caroline's breasts are really impressive, she should be proud of how big they go.@@ – Josh smiled to you, the class kept laughing loudly and Caroline looked like she wanted to disappear out of embarrassment. – @@.main;No, Caroline. Don't be shy, this is your body and it is beautiful. You should be flattered that others want to look at them.@@ – //Yes, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>...// – @@.main;Okay, now everybody quiet. Josh, try to focus more on the blackboard than your colleagues. You can do whatever you feel like to, but after the class. Is that understood?@@ – //I'm sorry. I will try to, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>.// – @@.main;Great, let's carry on.@@ &emsp;Seemed like you did well enough. Everyone around kept giggling and smiling to each other for a few more minutes, but they all focused on the blackboard again. [[Continue|Teacher1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Caroline, you should wear different tops.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Josh! It is rude to say such things, stop it at once. But you Caroline, to be honest you shouldn't wear such revealing tops in the class. Don't get me wrong, Josh had no right to say such things, but your attire is not appropriate for my lessons. Is that clear?@@ – //Yes, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>...// – @@.main;Good. And you Josh? Apologize Caroline at once.@@ – //I'm sorry, Carol. But your breasts are just... too visible in that top. It's not really my fault.// – second wave of laughter filled the classroom. – @@.main;Yes it is, young boy! It is your fault that you speak such words out loud. Now, everyone quiet. Let's get back to our lesson.@@ &emsp;It seemed that you did well enough. All kids kept giggling and smiling to each other, Caroline was looking at you as if her gaze could kill you, but everyone was focused on the blackboard more than before. [[Continue|Teacher1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Core skills are already behind you. Now it is time to fill you with some actual knowledge about the subject you are going to teach. The Almost Ready application chose your subject to be: Historian of the European female fashion! Congratulations. In a moment we will provide a bunch of information about the history of female clothing. Read carefully, remember as much as you can and at the end your newly collected knowledge will be tested. Remember, it is very important for every <<print $final.job>> to be well informed. Good luck!// &emsp;"What? Is that even a real subject?", you thought. You did not expect something like this, but after a few seconds you realized that it kind of made sense. This application, designed for women, had to give a decent job even for really unskilled people. You cannot allow someone uneducated to teach Math or Biology, but you certainly can help them teach some meaningless filler subjects, like this one. It probably is some kind of a bonus subject in schools or something. At least you should be able to grasp the knowledge quick enough to actually become a teacher. [[Click OK and load the room|Teacher2a]]

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Second part of your knowledge training to be a good <<print $final.job>> is: types of female clothing. If you want to be confident at teaching kids about clothes, you need to know hem good. All you need to do is listen and remember everything. Good luck!// &emsp;"You've got to be kidding me!", you thought to yourself. However, it was hard to argue. If you hired a teacher, you would want her to know her subject well. Otherwise you would fire her quickly, right? Afraid of the amount of new knowledge, you clicked the button to continue. [[Click OK and load the room|Teacher3a]]

&emsp;It bothered you that kids were calling you "Ms." but even introducing yourself as Mr. <<print $info.surname>> didn't help, simulation was using its default form nevertheless. The lesson was going smoothly, you got back to pointing at the blackboard and scanning students while they pretended to learn. Your thoughts, though, were somewhere else. You were thinking about the fact that being a teacher wasn't so bad. Sure, you had to do it in that ridiculous body and people referred to you as a woman, but after all it was quite a nice job. At least as far as you didn't have to //actually// teach them anything. &emsp;Suddenly, you spotted one of the girls raising her arm. A blonde young beauty. She looked more mature than her friends, wore better makeup as well. As for you, you thought that such look usually screamed "troubles!", because girls like this often thought they are privileged. [img[imgs/teacher/padgirl.jpg]] Apparently she wanted to say something, so you gestured toward her and encouragingly nodded. – //Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, can I go to the bathroom? <span id="reply">\ <<link "Yes, of course.">> <<set $performance+=10>>\ <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Sure, girl. Keep it quick, we're in the middle of something important here. – You improvised, but it felt natural. The girl nodded and stood up, but quickly you realized that she was taking her backpack with her.@@ <span id="reply2">\ <<link "[Let her leave anyway]">> <<set $performance+=10>> <<replace "#reply2">>\ &emsp;You didn't stop her. She took her things and walked out, but right before she closed the door you noticed that she was talking out a pink, plastic, cubic bag out of her backpack. You managed to realize that those were pads, the girl was probably on her period and needed to change the pad! Well, you were glad you didn't stop her. The class continued as before. [[Continue|Teacher1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Where do you think you're going?">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Are you leaving... permanently?@@ – //No Ms.// – @@.main;Then leave your backpack behind, I'm sure you won't need it in the bathroom.@@ – //I will need it, Ms.// – kids giggled, but the girl seemed determined. – @@.main;I'm not going to let you go with it. It wouldn't be your first time to skip my class, wouldn't it?@@ – again, you improvised, but looking at her it seemed reasonable to assume such girl would skip a class or two. – //I will return, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. I promise.// – her face showed frustration, maybe even anger? You won't let her dominate you. – @@.main;Yes you will. To retrieve your backpack. Leave it there, at once.@@ – //I// – she dropped the backpack on the ground, heavily stomped with one leg and literally screamed at you – //NEED TO CHANGE MY FUCKING PAD!// – well, that was unexpected. You had no idea what to do, you just kept looking at her with your eyebrows raised. – @@.main;Erm... Yeah, go then. Take your backpack with yourself.@@ &emsp;She didn't say anything, but took her stuff and stormed out of the class. Kids were laughing, but it didn't take long to make them quiet. You didn't feel like an asshole only because it was a simulation. "Okay, maybe I still feel like an asshole...", you thought to yourself a moment later. [[Continue|Teacher1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "No, you should have done it before.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;No, girl. School breaks are not for just talking and walking aimlessly, you know? Next time remember about it and use it to satisfy your needs before the class.@@ – //But Ms., I really need to.// – @@.main;This lesson won't last for long,@@ – at least you thought so – @@.main;you will manage, young lady.@@ – The girl pouted and looked at you with anger in her eyes, then she dropped her head down and continued to take notes. Her friends giggled a bit, but that's all. Problem solved. You liked being in charge! [[Continue|Teacher1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>

&emsp;A few minutes later you were wondering how long this lesson will be. Maybe if you were actually teaching them anything it wouldn't be so damn boring as it was. What could you teach them, by the way? You were not the grates in math, neither in grammar of Common, history, programming nor PE. And even if you knew some information about those subjects, would you be able to actually teach anyone? It seemed like a silly idea. &emsp;Every pair of eyes in the class suddenly opened wider and looked at the ground, near your feet. Most of the kids looked terrified, the girls started screaming and jumped out of their chairs to sit or even stand on their desks. You followed their looks, startled a bit, only to see that near your foot was an animal. A large, grey rat. [img[imgs/teacher/rat.jpg]]<span style="font-size: 20%;">Manthings are here-here!</span> <span id="reply"> <<link "Grab it">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;You simply lowered yourself and skillfully grabbed it by the tail, then supporting his body with the other hand. Carefully, to not let it bite you, you walked toward one of the opened windows. Then you threw it out and walked toward the sink to wash your hands. "I shouldn't be surprised. This test was designed for female teachers", you thought, proud of yourself. The kids looked at you with respect. The girls returned to their seats already, breathing heavily. After a moment, everything went back to normal. <</replace>> <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> <<link "Kick it">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;You kicked the animal with your boot. It hit the wall and partially lost its consciousness. After that, you quickly grabbed some of the paper sheets on your desk and packed the rat inside, squishing heavily. Then you walked toward one of the opened windows and threw him out. Next you stepped back and approached the sink to wash your hands. "I shouldn't be surprised. This test was designed for female teachers", you thought, proud of yourself. The kids looked at you with respect. The girls returned to their seats already, breathing heavily. After a moment, everything went back to normal. <</replace>> <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> </span>\ <span id="next" hidden>\ &emsp;Finally, the class ended. You heard the bell and kids started to pack themselves up. You didn't stop them, even though some teachers expect students to wait for their permission to leave, you weren't one of them. Or any other, for that matter, since you were not a teacher. "Yet", you though. Walking toward the window, hearing the students talk and gather their things, you looked outside and stared into white nothingness. It was funny to see the rat dissolving into cyber glitches as soon as he left the room. There was no point in rendering him anymore. &emsp;Apparently though, your duties didn't end, because you heard some kids screaming. "You bitch! Get if off me!" shouted a boy, a bunch of girls laughed out loud. You approached their gathering to see what happened. – @@.main;What is this now? You ought to just leave, kids.@@ – //Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, I want you to punish those mean girls for trying to make me gay!// – @@.main;What? What do you mean?@@ – Instead of answering, the boy just raised his hand to your face. [img[imgs/teacher/nails.jpg]] &emsp;One of his hands had their nails painted in pink. The other one was clear. The boy was looking at the girls as if they tried to kill his family, they just kept laughing. – //You see? They tried to make me gay and they should pay for it. They held my hand for some time and I thought they were just fooling around, but when they finally let me go, I've seen this shit on my nails.// – //Language!// – shouted the girls, giggling again. <span id="reply2">\ <<link "Scold the girls and tell them to wash it off.">> <<set $performance+=10>>\ <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Girls, this cannot be! He's right, you should be punished. But first, clean his nails right now!@@ – You shouted on girls with a serious voice and they followed your orders immediately. The boy laughed at them, but you didn't stop him, he was the victim here. Finally, they finished their job and his nails were again in their natural colour. The girls looked disappointed. – @@.main;About your punishment, for two days you will play with this boy on every school break. You will play whatever game he likes and try your best to make him happy.@@ – The girl gasped, and the boy laughed out loud. – If I hear that you're not trying hard enough, there will be consequences. It is for you to learn that making others suffer even such unimportant thing as a changed nail colour, is not a nice thing to do if the victim did not agree on that. – //It's not fair!// – shouted one of the girls. – @@.main;Yes it is, and leave it to me to judge it. Now, off you go. All, leave my class before the next lesson starts.@@ &emsp;They all left the classroom. The boy turned around at the door and looked at you with a smile on his face. The girls did not turn at all, just left in silence. Finally, the lesson ended! [[End the test|Teacher1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Tell the girls to finish their job.">> <<set $performance+=20>>\ <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Girls, this cannot be! He's right, you should be punished. All of you.@@ – //We did nothing! We just painted his nails, that's all!// – shouted one of the girls. – //You tried to make me gay!// – //What the hell is wrong with you, Brian...// – added another girl. – @@.main;Silence. You did something against his will and it hurt him. That is not 'nothing', as you put it. For two days, all of you will stay after my class, starting from tomorrow.@@ – A wave of disappointed and frustrated moans filled the air. – //They deserved something more! Is that all, Ms.?// – @@.main;No it's not,@@ – another wave of angry moans – @@.main;you girls have one more thing to do. I didn't lie when I said all of you should be punished, Brian.@@ – //Me? For what?!// – @@.main;Painted nails won't make you gay, boy. Neither being gay is anything wrong. In order to let you understand it, you will be punished as well. Girls, I want you to finish what you started. Paint his other hand as well.@@ – //NO WAY!// – shouted Brian, while girls couldn't believe what they heard. Their amazement didn't last long, though. Some of them went off to take nail polish. – //You cannot do this, Ms.! I don't understand!// – @@.main;Having one hand painted looks like a prank. It's embarrassing. But with both hands done, you will look like someone who wanted that. Embrace it and be proud of yourself, you will feel how it is to be brave in this society. And don't you try to fight back, you can //really// regret that.@@ &emsp;For the next few moments girls, giggling, were painting the boys hands. Before you realized what are they exactly doing, they finished their job and called you to show the Brian's nails off to you. – //How do you like that, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>?// – one of the girls asked and grabbed Brian's hands to bring them closer to your face. [img[imgs/teacher/doublenails.jpg]] – @@.main;You went a bit over the top, girls.@@ – You said, but you didn't really care. – @@.main;This will do, though. Now, leave the class and try to support your friend here. He will need a good word from people like you if is he ever going to change for the better.@@ &emsp;You could hear the Brian sobbing, and laughter of the girls. They kept teasing him and praising their work. They left the room, and to be honest, that was all that mattered for you. At last you could be alone again. [[End the test|Teacher1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Scold the boy for wasting everyone's time.">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;You're wasting our time here, boy. They just painted your nails, it's not a big deal. Return to your mother and ask her to remove it, that's all. Come one everyone, leave the classroom before the next lesson will start!@@ – //B-but, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>...!// – @@.main;Enough with this nonsense, pink nails doesn't make you gay, boy. And it fits you.@@ – The girls laughed out loud once again and teased the boy even more. He looked like he's going to cry. – @@.main;Girls, stop it. Leave him alone. Now, everyone out, right now!@@ &emsp;They all left the classroom. The boy turned around at the door and looked at you with fury, but he left as well. Finally, the lesson ended! [[End the test|Teacher1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ </span>\

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT1>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance >=40>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[0] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed your first test with no problem! You understood that a teacher has to be open minded and spread such an attitude toward kids. A teacher also has to be aware to not cross the line of kids' personal space but also keep them civilized. Keep it up and your boss will be surely content with you as his employee. In a few moments you will feel even better with yourself. The application will show positive messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphins into your organism, as a reward for a good job. Just relax.// &emsp;A little bit of pride crawled into your heart. Maybe you were not going to do things that you like, but at least you will be good at them! The reward was interesting as well. You definitely needed help to feel better and relaxed, so you closed your eyes. At some point, you had no idea when, you lost your consciousness and fell into a dreamlike trance. <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/goodjob1">> <<video "teacher/goodjob2">> <<video "teacher/goodjob4">> <<video "teacher/goodjob3">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with little knowledge what just happened. You felt better, happier and more relaxed indeed. At least this part of this shitty application was useful! //We hope you had fun. Now, let's proceed.// <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your performance was poor. Your boss could be disappointed with such employee and it's not a good thing. You should feel bad about it, you must try harder. In a few moments you will be punished, to help you associate bad behaviour with unpleasant feelings. The application will show messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphin-blockers into your organism. Just close your eyes and wait.// &emsp;A little bit of fear crawled into your heart as you read the message. You failed this test on purpose, you had no desire to be a good <<print $final.job>> and work with kids. But now you are not so sure it was a good idea. Before you could think about it more, you lost your consciousness and entered dreamlike trance. <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/badjob2">> <<video "teacher/badjob4">> <<video "teacher/badjob1">> <<video "teacher/badjob3">> <<video "teacher/badjob5">> <<video "teacher/badjob6">> <<video "teacher/badjob7">> <<video "teacher/badjob8">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with little knowledge what just happened. You felt bad, like you were going to cry. Regret of what you had done filled your mind and heart, even though you consciously think you did what you wanted. This app is fucking with your emotions! //Remember, it was mandatory to let you learn what is a good behaviour in work, and what is not. Now, let's proceed.// <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Teacher2">><</link>>

– //As for now, we divide the time into 12 eras. The first one is the Prehistoric Era. At the very beginning of humankind, women were completely naked and wore no clothing, just as animals. But it didn't take long for them to realize that animal skins were great for keeping them warm, so they start wearing them on a daily basis.(...)// &emsp;The standing woman changed herself. Long hair appeared on her head and her body got covered in fur that looked like taken straight from the bear. – //For thousands years the clothing stayed basically the same, until the Ancient Era emerged. The powerful Imperium Romanum ruled half of the Europe and changed many things in human lives, including the way people dressed. Women at that time wore so called togas. A loose piece of clothing, usually white, that girded their bodies, tied with a cord around the waist. (...)// &emsp;Animal skin on the woman changed to resemble the toga. Her hair became black and more curly. Her feet were encased in sandals. – //It took another hundreds of years before linen dresses became the most common clothing for women. In Medieval Era times, females were wearing simple long dresses in various colours. The accessibility of dyes determined which could be worn by the poor and which could decorate the bodies of the rich. Breaking such rule was considered a great faux pas for aristocrats, and a crime for simple peasants. (...)// &emsp;Toga got a bit longer and changed into a green colour. The cord at waist disappeared and sleeves appeared around arms. – //However, something way more important happened. Women started to wear armor. Before, it was a male privilege, but at those time even queens sometimes wore a full plate armor, specially designed to compensate a smaller, more delicate frame of a woman. (...)// &emsp;The whole dress turned into a full, metal plate armor. The woman's whole head was encased by a big helmet. Her arms and legs — entire body, completely covered. – //About 400 years later the Renaissance Era emerged. Although, it didn't change much in how female dressed. Their dresses became a bit more decorated, the most apparent difference was an excess material at the bottom of the sleeves. It was very long, almost touching the ground. (...)// &emsp;Black dress of a woman turned into a red one. Got longer again, covering even her feet. The hat disappeared, exchanged for a hood. Parts of the sleeves got way longer. – //Yet, there was also another type of clothing worn by women at that time, although it wasn't considered as common. Black dresses and black pointy hats were inherent part of image for so called 'witches'. Those women, as they say, could reign powerful dark magic to heal, curse or even kill people. (...)// &emsp;Green dress changed into a much shorter black version of itself. The hair turned black as well and was hanging loose under the big, pointy hat with a belt and a buckle just above the rim. – //With the appearance of the gunpowder weapons, the metal armor became a much less practical protection, so women completely stopped wearing it. In the Enlightenment Era they returned to dresses, and this time they overdone themselves. Dresses became very decorated, very wide and rarely comfortable or even, ironically, practical. (...)// &emsp;The armor softened into a clothes again, and turned into a dress. The bottom part became as wide as the woman's outstretched arms. Her hair got white and made up in a fancy bun with decorations. – //About one hundred years later, in the Victorian Era, women finally decided to wear something that didn't stop them from enjoying normal life. It still wasn't very practical, due to the corset, but the dresses got smaller, with very protruding back. Hats with wide rims were also very common. (...)// &emsp;Ridiculously big dress got way thinner, only the woman's butt had a mould of cloth on it. Her white hair got shorter, less theatrical. On top of her head appeared a hat. [[Continue the lesson|Teacher2b]]

– //Next era's name is Edwardian Era. It continued the trend of simplifying dresses and brought it to the max. Long, dull dresses, often grey, white or brown. But the hats were still wide and got highly decorated. (...)// &emsp;Thewoman's dress lost most of its shape and the colour faded into a grey shade. Her hat got new feathers and decorations. – //The following times, called Vintage Era, were way shorer than previous ones. Women threw out their hats almost completely, to expose their curly hair. And they redesigned those dull dresses into A-shaped, wide and shortened versions, mostly covered in polka dots. Jewellery and high heels started to be more popular. (...)// &emsp;The dress shortenened until it stopped at the knee. It was still grey, but got covered in navy polka dots. Hat disappeared, making space for a new, curly shoulder-length hair and a headband. High heels appeared on her feet. – //We finally entered the last, Modern Era. It is divided in certain periods and the first one is called "Crazy times". Fashion completely changed, woman started wearing jeans instead of dresses. Baseball-cap hats got popular, along with denim used for almost everything, and a lot of stripes on t-shirts. (...)// &emsp;The material of adress transformed into denim shorts. Upper body changed into a t-shirt with stripes and a denim jacket. Her hair got straight and fluffy. – //A second period of the Modern Era is called "Early internet times". Women's attire stayed simple and still revolved around pants and skirts rather than dresses, but got more elegant. Instead of t-shirts, blouses got more popular. Jeans got skin-tight and a their tattered look got popular. There was also a lot of different high heels and a complete lack of head wear. (...)// &emsp;The woman's shorts increased their length, turning into tight jeans. T-shirt changed into an asymmetrical top and was tucked into pants. Her hair got longer and wavy. She once again she stood in high heels. – //Only a few years later infamous apocalypse became reality, destroying our world. In "Resurrection times" gas masks became a necessity, so women decorated them. Due to lack of materials whole attire got tighter and simpler, but the shapes were more imaginative. The colours were not desirable in those dark times, therefore black, grey and white were the most popular ones. (...)// &emsp;The face of the woman got encased in gas mask with sparkly elements. Blouse became white and on top of it appeared weirdly shaped jacket. – //Our last period before present, is "Cyber times". People were proud to be alive, to be humans and to use things created by themselves. Therefore PVC was a very popular material, mostly worn by women. Outfits became very bold, showing off a lot of skin, but stayed in dark, gloomy colours. Gas masks disappeared completely (...)// &emsp;The pants transformed into a long PVC skirt with a very high cut for one leg. Blouse changed into a crop top, jacket totally disappeared. Some jewellery appeared on her wrists and fingers and high heels became higher. – //That's all. Thank you for your time. In a few seconds, you will be tested.// – said the voice and the woman disappeared, leaving you alone in the room. After a short while you could see the floating pictures in front of you. [[Start the test|Teacher2c]]

<<set $result to 0>>\ Set the outfits in historically correct order: <table id="finalTable" class="fashion">\ <tr>\ <td id="td0" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td1" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td2" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td3" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td4" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td5" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> </tr>\ <tr>\ <td id="td6" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td7" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td8" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td9" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td10" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> <td id="td11" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg]]</td> </tr></table>\ <hr> Click the outfits below to set them in order: <table id="chooseTable" class="fashion"> <tr> <td id="td0" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/10.jpg]]</td> <td id="td1" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/09.jpg]]</td> <td id="td2" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/07.jpg]]</td> <td id="td3" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/04.gif]]</td> <td id="td4" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/05.jpg]]</td> <td id="td5" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/03.gif]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td id="td6" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/12.jpg]]</td> <td id="td7" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/02.jpg]]</td> <td id="td8" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/06.jpg]]</td> <td id="td9" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/08.jpg]]</td> <td id="td10" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/01.gif]]</td> <td id="td11" class="ftd">[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/11.jpg]]</td> </tr></table>\ \ <<button "Confirm the order">> <<if $result == 0>> <<script>> $("#error").show(); <</script>> <<timed 1.4s t8n>> <<script>> $("#error").hide(); <</script>> <</timed>> <<else>> <<script>> State.variables.performance=State.variables.result; <</script>> <<goto "Teacher2Res">> [[Teacher2Res]] <<endif>> <</button>> \ <span id="error" style="color: red;" hidden>Finish the task first!</span> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ var order = [0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0]; var poss = [1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1]; $(".fashion td").css("width","132px"); $(".fashion td").css("height","200px"); $(".fashion img").css("min-width","132px"); $(".fashion img").css("min-height","200px"); $(".fashion img").css("max-width","132px"); $(".fashion img").css("max-height","200px"); $(".ftd").on("click",function(e){ var table = $(e.target).closest("td" ).closest("table" ).attr("id"); var id = $(e.target).closest("td").attr("id"); var index = parseInt(id.substr(2)); var arr1, arr2, tab2; if(table == "chooseTable"){ arr1 = poss; arr2 = order; tab2 = "finalTable"; } else if (table == "finalTable"){ arr1 = order; arr2 = poss; tab2 = "chooseTable"; } else { alert("Something went wrong! Error: FTD_wrongT"); return -1; } if (arr1[index]){ arr1[index] = 0; var x = firstEmpty(arr2); arr2[x] = 1; var src = $("#"+table+" #"+id+" img").attr("src"); $("#"+tab2+" td:eq(" + x + ") img").attr("src",src); $("#"+table+" #"+id+" img").attr("src", "imgs/teacher/fashion/empty.jpg"); } checkResult(); }); function firstEmpty(arr){ for(var i=0;i<12;i++){ if (arr[i]==0) return i; } } function checkResult(){ var img; var order = []; for(var i = 0; i <12; i++){ img = $("#finalTable #td"+i+" img").attr("src"); img = img.substr(img.length-6,2); img = parseInt(img); if(isNaN(img)) continue; else order.push(img); } if(order.length == 12){ var check = []; var res = []; for(var i=0;i<12;i++){ if (i==0) check.push(order[i]); else { if ((check[check.length-1]+1)==order[i]) { check.push(order[i]); } else { res.push(check.length); check = []; check.push(order[i]); } } } res.push(check.length); State.variables.result = Math.max(...res); } } }); <</script>>

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT2>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance>6>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[1] to 1>>\ //Good job, you <<if $performance<12>>did the test almost perfectly!<<else>>placed the images in a perfect order!<<endif>> Congratulation, you can be proud of yourself. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is, of course, a reward! Please relax.// <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/teachergoodjob1">> <<video "teacher/goodjob11">> <<video "teacher/goodjob12">> <<video "teacher/goodjob13">> <<video "teacher/goodjob14">> <<video "teacher/goodjob15">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended, this time you didn't remember much either. It filled you with joy and pride, you felt like you achieved something great in your life. The sensation was very weird, but pleasant. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, you didn't place images in a right order. It is a very bad result. You should think about your performance and read about the history again, in your spare time. It is very important for a <<print $final.job>> to know as much as possible, to educate the others. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is obviously a punishment. Remember, it is delivered not to harm you, but to help you learn from your mistakes. Please wait.// <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/badjob11">> <<video "teacher/badjob12">> <<video "teacher/badjob13">> <<video "teacher/badjob14">> <<video "teacher/teacherbadjob1">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended. It left you with a feeling that something bad happened in your life. As if you forgot something or disappointed someone important. But again, you did not remember anything of what happened during the trance. You didn't like it at all! <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Teacher3">><</link>>

&emsp;Unexpectedly, you materialized in some kind of a museum. Lots of corridors were filled with female garments, accompanied with descriptions. "So many! How can I remember it all?!", you shouted inside but you didn't have much choice. Better start reading! [[Read about outfits worn on upper body|TeacherTop]] [[Read about outfits worn on lower body|TeacherBottom]] [[Read about heels and shoes|TeacherHeels]] [[Read about panties|TeacherPanties]] [[Read about bras|TeacherBras]] [[I think I'm ready...?|Teacher3c]]

<span id="museum">\ &emsp;You walked around, looking at cabinets with garments and reading their descriptions. They were short and to the point, but the amount of various designes was huge. They were also grouped in certain categories. <span style="font-size: 120%;">Headgear</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Bonnet: A wide variety of headgear made out of soft material and lacking a brim, iconic for the Medieval Era.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bonnet.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Cloche hat: A bell-shaped hat</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/clochehat.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Fascinator: A small hat commonly made with feathers, flowers and/or beads. It attaches to the hair by a comb, headband or clip.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/fascinator.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Cocktail hat: A small, extravagant hat for a woman. They are closely related to fascinators.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/cocktailhat.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Hennin: A woman's hat of the Medieval Era. Often associated with princesses.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/hennin.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Gainsborough hat: Also known as Picture hat. This is an elaborate women's design with a wide brim.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/gainsboroughhat.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pillbox hat: A small hat with straight, upright sides, a flat crown, and no brim.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pillboxhat.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Tops</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Tube top: No sleeve, no strap over shoulder, just wraps around bust.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tubetop.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Crop top: High waistline, exposing belly.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/croptop.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Off-the-shoulder blouse: Necklines are significantly lower, below the shoulders and collar bone. Usually these pass over the arms.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/offtheshoulderblouse.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">One-shoulder blouse: These are asymmetrical linear necklines that cut across the torso diagonally, usually from one shoulder to under the other arm.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/oneshoulderblouse.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Halter top: These feature a V-neck or scoop front neckline with straps which wrap around and connect at the nape of the neck.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/haltertop.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Peplum blouse: Designed to accentuate a tender waistline, it is featured with an elongated hem resembling a short skirt.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/peplumblouse.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bodysuit blouse: Or shorthand body is a one-piece form-fitting garment that covers the torso and the crotch, and cannot be used as a swimsuit.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bodysuitblouse.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Overtops</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Vest: An upper body garment without sleeves worn over a shirt, which usually has buttons down the front</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/vest.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Cardigan: Knitted long sleeved upper body garment with a full length opening at the front fastened by a zip or buttons.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/cardigan.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Feelce: A top made from Fleece material.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/feelce.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Poncho: A cloak with a hole in the centre for the head.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/poncho.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Shawl: A piece of fabric used to cover the head and shoulders.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/shawl.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Shellsuit: A loose top and trousers made of a very thin and light material, used for sports and as fashion wear.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/shellsuit.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ </span>\ [[Read about other garments|Teacher3a]]

<span id="museum">\ &emsp;You walked around, looking at cabinets with garments and reading their descriptions. They were short and to the point, but the amount of various designes was huge. They were also grouped in certain categories. <span style="font-size: 120%;">Skirts</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">A-line skirt: A skirt with a slight flare, roughly in the shape of a capital letter A.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/alineskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Circle skirt: A skirt cut in sections to make one or more circles with a hole for the waist, so the skirt is very full but hangs smoothly from the waist without darts, pleats, or gathers.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/circleskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Gored skirt: A skirt that fits through the waistline and flares at the hem.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/goredskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pleated skirt: Add fullness from the waist or hips, or at the hem, to allow freedom of movement or achieve design effects.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pleatedskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Inverted pleated skirt: A skirt made by bringing two folds of fabric to a center line in front and/ or back.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/invertedpleatedskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pencil skirt: A tailored skirt hanging straight from the hips and fitted from the waist to the hips by means of darts or a yoke; may have a vent or kick-pleat set in the hem for ease of walking.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pencilskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Ballerina skirt: A mid-calf full skirt, derives from ballerinas' tutus.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/ballerinaskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Broomstick skirt: A light-weight ankle-length skirt with many crumpled pleats formed by compressing and twisting the garment while wet, such as around a broomstick.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/broomstickskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Hobble skirt: A long and tight skirt with a hem narrow enough to significantly impede the wearer's stride.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/hobbleskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Maxi skirt: An ankle-length daytime skirt.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/maxiskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Mini skirt: Very short skirt, usually ends right under the buttocks.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/miniskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Micromini: An extremely short miniskirt.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/micromini.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Skater skirt: A short, high-waisted circle skirt with a hemline above the knee, often made of lighter materials to give the flowing effect that mimics the skirts of figure skaters.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/skaterskirt.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Dresses</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Ball gown: A formal full length dress for social occasions.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/ballgown.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bodycon dress: Is a tight form-fitting dress, often made from stretchy material.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bodycondress.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Coatdress: A woman's dress that resembles an overcoat, usually with collar, lapels and front fastenings similar to a coat, and made in spring- or autumn-weight fabrics.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/coatdress.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pinafore dress: A sleeveless, collarless dress intended to be worn over a blouse, shirt or sweater.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pinaforedress.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Tent dress: A dress that hangs loose from shoulder to below the hips, and does not have a waistline.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tentdress.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Slip dress: A woman's dress that closely resembles an underslip or petticoat. It is usually cut on the bias, with spaghetti straps.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/slipdress.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Trousers</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Dungarees: One piece top and trousers often made of denim.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/dungarees.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Jeans: Informal trousers made of denim.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/jeans.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Palazzo pants: Are long women's trousers cut with a loose, extremely wide leg that flares out from the waist.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/palazzopants.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Leggings: Elastic close-fitting garments worn over the legs.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/leggings.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Hotpants: Extremely short shorts.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/hotpants.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bell-bottoms: Or flares. Trousers that become wider from the knees downward, forming a bell-like shape of the trouser leg.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bellbottoms.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Skort: a pair of shorts with a fabric panel resembling a skirt covering the front, or a skirt with a pair of integral shorts hidden underneath.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/skort.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ </span>\ [[Read about other garments|Teacher3a]]

<span id="museum">\ &emsp;You walked to the part specifically designed only for shoes and heels. You realized there are quite a few different types of women's shoes, but for sure you wouldn't recognize so much heels styles. Why would you? Unfortunately, now you had a reason for that. <span style="font-size: 120%;">Shoes</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Sandals: Footwear with an open upper that consists of straps that fully expose the toes and other parts of the foot</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/sandals.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Trainers: Footwear for athletics, or a fashion shoe that is sporty in style.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/trainers.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Mule: A style of shoe that has no back or constraint around the foot's heel.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/mule.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Slingback: A type of a footwear characterized by a strap that crosses behind the heel or ankle.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/slingback.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Peep-toe: A shoe in which there is an opening at the toe-box which allows the toes to show. </td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/peeptoe.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Platforms: Are shoes, boots, or sandals with an obvious thick sole, usually in the range of 3–10 cm.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/platforms.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Ballerinas: Ballerina flats or dolly shoes are inspired from women’s soft ballet shoe, with a very thin heel creating an appearance of no heel at all, with closed toes.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/ballerinas.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Mary janes: Characterised by a closed, low-cut, with one or more straps across the instep.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/maryjanes.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">T-bars: A closed, low-cut shoe with two or more straps forming one or more T shapes</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tbars.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Boots: cover the whole foot and the ankle, some also cover part of the lower calf, extend up the leg, or even the knee or the hip.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/boots.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Types of high heels</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Kitten heels: A short, slender heel, usually from 3.5 centimeters to 4.75 centimeters high, with a slight curve setting the heel in from the back edge of the shoe.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/kittenheels.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pumps: Known as simply high heels, pumps are usually wider and between 5 and 7 centimeters in height. They're typically low cut around the front.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pumps.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Stilettos: The highest of all the high heels. Can reach up to 20 centimeters. Many stilettos are also platforms due to the height.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/stilettos.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Wedge heels: Are flush just like a high heel would be, but there is no separation from the heel to the sole.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/wedgeheels.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Spool heels: The heel is thicker at the sole of the foot, narrow in the middle, and then comes back out at the base.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/spoolheels.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Chunky heels: The general term for any heel with a wider base that is typically square. They're usually short to medium height, and provide more stability than traditional high heels.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/chunkyheels.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ </span>\ [[Read about other garments|Teacher3a]]

<span id="museum">\ &emsp;You walked to the part specifically designed only for showing of different bra styles and upperbody underwear. You didn't know there were so many, for you a bra was always just a bra. Never too late to educate yourself, though. Especially that most of them were filled by some realistically looking breasts! <span style="font-size: 120%;">Upper and full body underwear</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Vest underwear: Sleeveless underwear top worn for warmth</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/vestunderwear.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Camisole: A sleeveless tight fitting woman's undergarment that covers the torso.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/camisole.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Chemise: Long sleeveless undergarment.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/chemise.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Lingerie: General term for fancy underwear and night-wear.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/lingerie.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Nightgown: A loose comfortable dress worn as nightwear.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/nightgown.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Torsolette: Or a basque. It resembles a corset (typically featuring decorative front or back lace-up detail), but of more delicate construction and offering little or no figure-moulding compression</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/torsolette.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Babydoll: A short, sometimes sleeveless, loose-fitting nightgown or negligee, intended as nightwear.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/babydoll.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Negligee: A form of see-through clothing consisting of a sheer usually long dressing gown.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/negligee.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Camiknickers: Camisole and knickers joined as one garment.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/camiknickers.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bikini: A two-piece type of women's swimwear that is in the form of a bra and briefs.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bikini.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Tankini: A two-piece swimsuit, similar to a bikini but with the upper part in the form of a tank top.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tankini.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Corset: A bodice worn to mould and shape the torso. This effect is typically achieved through boning, either of bone or steel.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/corset.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Bra styles</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Push-up: Structured so that the breasts are lfited and pushed closer together. Typically quite padded.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pushup.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bullet bra: Have pointy cups and utilize concentric stitching to help maintain their shape without under-wires.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bulletbra.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Balconette: Has lower front, ideal for low-cut tops.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/balconette.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Plunge bra: With a deep center gore and cups that cut away on the sides such bra allows to wear tops with a deep plunging necklines without showing the bra.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/plungebra.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Bralette: Non underwire bra with no padding or molded cups</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/bralette.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Longline bra: Extends a little above a belly button.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/longlinebra.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Full support bra: Provides maximum coverage.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/fullsupportbra.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ </span>\ [[Read about other garments|Teacher3a]]

<span id="museum">\ &emsp;You walked to the part specifically designed only for showing of different styles of panties and other undergarments for lower body. You always called them either panties or thongs, hose or tights, but apparently it was not that simple. <span style="font-size: 120%;">Lower body underwear</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Petticoat: Or an underskirt. Simple, basic skirt over which an overskirt, or drapery, hangs</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/petticoat.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Crinoline: Sturdy skirt supporters made with hoops and sometimes multiple petticoats.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/crinoline.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Pettipants: Are similar to long shorts, though they may be made from material such as cotton and lace, and usually have ruffles down each leg. They are available in different lengths up to knee length.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/pettipants.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Hosiery</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Stockings: A close-fitting see-through garment that covers the foot and most of the leg.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/stockings.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Tights: Close fitting wear sheathing the body from the waist to the toe tips made of thin stretchy material.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tights.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Leg warmers: Are coverings for the lower legs, similar to socks but thicker and footless.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/legwarmers.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Hold-ups: Or stay-ups. They are stockings with an elasticized band at the top, designed to hold the stockings up when worn.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/holdups.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Garters and garter belt: Narrow bands of fabric fastened about the leg, used to keep up stockings. Garter belt or suspenders were worn around hip with elastic straps to keep the stockings up.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/garters.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Fishnets: Stockings or tights with an open, diamond-shaped knit.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/fishnets.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ <hr> <span style="font-size: 120%;">Types of panties</span> <table><tr><td valign="top">Briefs: Rise to the waist, or just below the navel, and have full coverage in the rear. </td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/briefs.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Hipsters: Are worn lower down on the body, with the waistband around the hips.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/hipsters.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Boyshorts: Are styled after men's boxer briefs and have short legs extending below the crotch.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/boyshorts.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Tangas: Provide a moderate to minimal coverage with back coverage, the waistband is reduced to a narrow strip at the sides.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/tangas.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">Thongs: Have a waistband similar to tangas, but the rear coverage is mostly cut away. The crotch is extended to the back of the wearer and a narrow strip of fabric fits between the buttocks, becoming wider towards the top.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/thongs.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ \ <table><tr><td valign="top">G-string: Has a vertical string at the back, which connects the crotch to the waistband, sometimes featuring a triangle of fabric.</td><td>[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/gstring.jpg]]</td></tr></table>\ </span>\ [[Read about other garments|Teacher3a]]

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT3>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ – //Thank you, that's all! Now, please wait for your results.// – said the message after you answered the last question, and the whole room disappeared. You got back into the white box of isolation again. <<if $performance>2>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[2] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed the last test! You clearly understand how important fashion is for your new job. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Please, relax.// <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/goodjob21">> <<video "teacher/goodjob22">> <<video "teacher/teachergoodjob3">> <<video "teacher/goodjob23">> <<video "teacher/goodjob24">> &emsp;Even though the whole thing highly disturbed you, you couldn't deny how pleasant it felt now after the trance. A thought crossed your mind, that someone as smart as you are wouldn't get manipulated anyway. "So maybe there's nothing wrong with a little bit of relaxation anyway", you concluded. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your result is too low to pass the test. You didn't pay enough attention to what should be the most important thing for you right now - knowledge about garments. You need to understand the fashion, feel it, be curious about it, if you want to be an efficient <<print $final.job>>. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Just wait.// <<video "teacher/closedEyes">> <<video "teacher/badjob21">> <<video "teacher/badjob22">> <<video "teacher/badjob23">> <<video "teacher/badjob24">> <<video "teacher/badjob25">> <<video "teacher/badjob26">> <<video "teacher/badjob27">> <<video "teacher/badjob28">> <<video "teacher/badjob29">> &emsp;The whole experience was very disturbing. You couldn't believe that it helped you in any way, because indeed you felt really bad right now. But maybe you were overthinking this? Overreacting, because you simply couldn't understand it. "Maybe I'm just not smart enough for that", you concluded. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "MakeupTraining1">><</link>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ <<set $rounds to 5>>\ <<set $maxrounds to $rounds>>\ <<display "TeacherQuestions">>\ <span id="museum">\ <span id="question">\ <<display "TeacherCurrentQuestion">>\ </span>\ </span>\ <<silently>> [[TeacherCurrentQuestion]] [[TeacherQuestions]] [[Teacher3Res]] <</silently>>

<<silently>> <<set $questions to { q1: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''cloche hat''.", imgs: ["1correct","1false1"], answer: 0 }, q2: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''cocktail hat''.", imgs: ["2correct","2false1"], answer: 0 }, q3: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''tube top''.", imgs: ["3correct","3false1"], answer: 0 }, q4: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''halter top''.", imgs: ["4correct","4false1"], answer: 0 }, q5: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''cardigan''.", imgs: ["5correct","5false1"], answer: 0 }, q6: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''poncho''.", imgs: ["6correct","6false1"], answer: 0 }, q7: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''negligee''.", imgs: ["7correct","7false1"], answer: 0 }, q8: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''bikini''.", imgs: ["8correct","8false1"], answer: 0 }, q9: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''corset''.", imgs: ["9correct","9false1"], answer: 0 }, q10: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''pencil skirt''.", imgs: ["10correct","10false1"], answer: 0 }, q11: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''broomstick skirt''.", imgs: ["11correct","11false1"], answer: 0 }, q12: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''palazzo pants''.", imgs: ["12correct","12false1"], answer: 0 }, q13: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''petticoat''.", imgs: ["13correct","13false1"], answer: 0 }, q14: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''bodycon dress''.", imgs: ["14correct","14false1"], answer: 0 }, q15: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''mule shoes''.", imgs: ["15correct","15false1"], answer: 0 }, q16: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''wedge shoes''.", imgs: ["16correct","16false1"], answer: 0 }, q17: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''balconette bra''.", imgs: ["17correct","17false1"], answer: 0 }, q18: { txt: "Click on the picture of the ''bralette''.", imgs: ["18correct","18false1"], answer: 0 }, }>> <<set $listOfQuestions to Object.keys($questions)>> <</silently>>\

<<silently>> <<set _current to $listOfQuestions.pluck()>>\ <<set _arr to $questions[_current].imgs.slice()>> <<set _ans to []>> <</silently>>\ <<print "("+(6-$rounds)+"/"+$maxrounds+") ">><<print $questions[_current].txt>>\ <<capture _i>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i < $questions[_current].imgs.length; _i++>> <<silently>> <<set _picName to _arr.pluck()>> <<set _ans.push($questions[_current].imgs.indexOf(_picName))>> <<set _pic to "[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/test/">> <<set _pic += _picName + ".jpg]]">> <</silently>> <<link _pic>> <<if _ans[_i] == $questions[_current].answer>>\ <<set $performance+=1>>\ <<endif>>\ <<set $rounds-->>\ <<if $rounds>0>>\ <<replace "#question">>\ <<display "TeacherCurrentQuestion">>\ <</replace>>\ <<else>>\ <<replace "#question">>\ <<goto "Teacher3Res">> <</replace>>\ <<endif>>\ <</link>>\ <</for>>\ <</capture>>\

<<for _i to 1; _i<19; _i++>> <<set _txt to "[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/test/" + _i + "correct.jpg]]">> <<print _txt>> <<for _j to 1; _j<5;_j++>> <<set _txt to "[img[imgs/teacher/fashion/clothes/test/" + _i + "false" + _j + ".jpg]]">> <<print _txt>> <</for>> <</for>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //As a <<print $final.job>>, your basic duty is to be the face of the organization, you are responsible of its public image in the eyes of people who turn to you for various tasks and reasons. You need a lot of practice, to do it efficiently. In the following hours, you will participate in simulations in which you will talk through Micro Computer with various personalities. Your task is to remain professional and keep your, for now nonexistent, organization image intact. Good luck! Reminder: Don't worry, at this point you don't have to actually know anything about your organization. Whenever a specific information would be needed, it will be displayed for you. Your simulated interlocutor will wait for you to read and understand it before the conversation continues.// &emsp;It seems that you will be forced to sit and talk through phone for some time. "At least it sounds easy, I guess", you thought to yourself. Nevertheless, it wasn't that bad. Talking through MC to random people is not what you consider as fun, but it sounded to be an easy, non tiring job that fits your skills. You were sure you could handle it good enough, which soothed you. It was time to start the training. [[Click OK and load the office|Secretary1a]]

&emsp;After a brief moment of blackout, an office rendered around you. You were sitting in a swivel chair, next to a desk with a half-stationary Micro Computer. The room was filled with some shelves, lockers and decorations. Big window, with nothing but whiteness on the other side, was on your left. A door was right in front of you. You looked around, until MC rang. <<video "secretary/call">> &emsp;It was your time to act. While picking up the phone you realized, you don't know how to start. You should say the name of the organization, that you didn't know. Before you could say anything stupid, large message showed up in the air in front of you, saying: //Karmalight, electricity provider.// – @@.main;Good morning, this is Karmalight. How can I help you?@@ – Proud of yourself, you thought it was a good start. – //Hello// – a female voice came from the device. – //I'd like to know the hours in which you are open, please.// &emsp;The information again showed up in the air, in the middle of a room. You read it for a while and then answered to the woman's question. – @@.main;We are open from 9:00AM up to 17:00PM, Ms.@@ – //Okay, thank you. Could you please tell me how can I get there, to your building, from Totesrandom Street?// – @@.main;Sure...@@ – you waited for a while with your answer, letting yourself read some new information. – @@.main;You will have to keep driving forward until Doesntmatter Square, then turn right and change the lane after you pass the McDazzled. That's all.@@ – //Okay, I think I understand. Thank you very much. I hope everyone in your company are as polite as you are, Ms.!// <span id="reply">\ <<link "– Yes, I think they are.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;I truly think they are. By the way, did my voice sound feminine? It's not important, but you shouldn't call me "Ms."@@ – //Great! Because I have some important matters to discuss there with your boss and I hope he won't get mad. Anyway, I'm just wasting your time now. Thank you again and goodbye, Ms.!// <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– No no, it's just me. Haha!">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Of course not, it's just me.@@ – You made a brief pause. – @@.main;I'm just joking! Thank you and I'm sure they are. By the way, did my voice sound feminine? It's not important, but you shouldn't call me "Ms."@@ – //Haha!// – genuine laugh came out of the other side of the phone. – //Great, I hope you're right. I have some important matters to discuss there with your boss and I hope he won't get mad. Anyway, I'm just wasting your time now. Thank you again and goodbye, Ms.!// <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– Most of them, I think.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Yeah, most of them are, I guess?@@ – //Oh... someone terrible in particular? Please don't tell me it's your boss!// – @@.main;No, no, of course not! He's a good boss. By the way, did my voice sound feminine? It's not important, but you shouldn't call me "Ms."@@ – //Phew, I'm glad. You see, I have some important matters to discuss there with your boss and I hope he won't get mad. Anyway, I'm just wasting your time now. Thank you again and goodbye, Ms.!// <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span>\ <span id="next" hidden>\ – @@.main;Good... bye.@@ – The woman hung up. It seems that she completely ignored your comment, and you can clearly hear that your voice did not change. After a while you realized that this application was made for women only, the algorithms probably don't care about your gender issues here. Anyway, you think that you did great. But you didn't have much time to praise yourself, because the MC rang again. Here it goes! – @@.main;This is Karmalight, to your service. How can I help you?@@ – //Finally,// – manly voice, around 40 years old to your ears, spoke to you. – //I tried to call you for quite some time already. I underestimated how irritating you can be.// – he sounded irritated, though not violent or hot-headed. Yet. <span id="reply2">\ <<link "– I'm very sorry, it is my fault.">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;I am very sorry, sir. It was probably my fault that you waited for so long. How can I help you?@@ – //Then maybe you just added another point to my complaint? Anyway, I want to make one.// <<script>>$("#next2").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– I'm sorry, but we have many clients to satisfy.">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;I am sorry, but our organization has a lot of clients and it is sometimes hard to manage to satisfy them all, sir.@@ – //Then maybe your ridiculous organization should hire more people, huh? Never mind, I don't really care. I want to make a complaint.// <<script>>$("#next2").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ </span>\ <span id="next2" hidden>\ – @@.main;What will it be?@@ – //One of your workers, called Mr. Smith Jones, came to our house last week and claimed the repaired the damage caused by a solar explosion. Apparently he fucked up, because we still struggle with the same problems! I want your boss or a manager to know about it and do something with this guy.// &emsp;An information appeared in front of you. It was longer one and said: //It is not true. Mr. Smith Jones sent a full report of the accident at this client's house, along with additional tests if the repair worked.// <span id="reply3">\ <<link "– I'm sorry, but it is impossible and we can prove it.">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ – @@.main;It is impossible, sir. We got reports from that worker with full description of the situation, his following actions and the results. I'm sorry, but in this case, I cannot create a complaint for you.@@ – //Are you fucking nuts?!// – he suddenly screamed at you. – //You dumb bitch, who do you think you are?! I am going to make a fucking complaint about this asshole, because no matter what he says, he fucked my shit and screw my wi—// – he suddenly paused for a very brief moment. – //My Waldo, remote manipulator.// – he coughed and continued. – //If you, Karmalight, think you can tell me that I am a liar, and still expect me to pay you. You are very. Fucking. Wrong!// – after that he hung up. &emsp;It didn't go very well. At least you did not create a fake complaint about an innocent employee. And didn't have to deal with that annoying prick for any longer, that was nice as well. [[Continue|Secretary1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– Right away, I'll create a complaint in your name.">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ <<set $performance+=20>>\ – @@.main;Right away, sir. I'll create it immediately. What's your name again, sir?@@ – //Mr. Grabbson.// – @@.main;Uh huh. You want a complaint on Mr. Smith Jones, is that correct?@@ – //Exactly. For lying, not doing his job properly and maybe even sabotaging my house's electrical network.// – @@.main;Uh huh, I understand.@@ – You waited for a bit. It didn't really matter but you just felt that you should wait to make an impression that you are actually writing anything. Even though it was a simulation, after all. – @@.main;All done, Mr. Grabbson. I'm sorry to hear that such bad things happened to you because of the impertinence of one of our workers. I'm sure he will not go unpunished. We value your opinion.@@ – //Thank you, Ms. Glad to hear that. I don't want to see that man in my house ever again.// – @@.main;Of course, sir. You won't.@@ &emsp;He simply hung up, without saying goodbyes. "I think I did nicely", you thought to yourself. On the other hand you could make one man's life miserable for no reason. He wasn't guilty and now he could be scolded or even punished. Though it was just a simulation, you tried to draw some conclusions for the future. [[Continue|Secretary1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– Of course I will create such complaint in your name, but are you sure that your problems have the same cause as before? We heard from Mr. Smith he checked it.">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;No problem, sir, I will create this complaint for you. But we heard from Mr. Smith that he double checked his work. Are you sure you are struggling with the //same// problem?@@ – //What the fuck do you mean, you dumb bitch?// – Well, that was unexpected. At least he wasn't shouting yet. – //Of course I am sure. If your company prefers to believe the words of their worst workers, instead of clients, I am pretty sure you won't have such problems for long.// – @@.main;Just asking. What is your name, again?@@ – //I just told you, are you deaf or plainly stupid? Mr. Grabbson, and this time write it down, airhead.// &emsp;It was very close. So, so very close for you to explode and just shout on that asshole, but you miraculously managed to stay calm after all. – @@.main;The complaint is created.@@ – //Finally! I don't want to see that man in my house ever again.// – @@.main;You probably won't.@@ – //Stick your "probably" up your cunt.// – and with that, he simply hung up. &emsp;"I think I did good enough", you thought to yourself. On the other hand you could make one man's life miserable for no reason. He wasn't guilty and now he could be scolded or even punished. Though it was just a simulation, you tried to draw some conclusions for the future. [[Continue|Secretary1b]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ </span>\

<<silently>> [[Secretary2b]] <<set _i to 0>> <<set _arr to [ "&emsp;Douglas Schwenke is Investor Brand Agent. He works much better when he's happy, therefore he asked you to try to make him laugh every morning.", "&emsp;Linas Gaspari is working in IT in the basement. His boss refuses to send them via email, so he requested you to rewrite them and upload on a pendrive that you should provide him every morning.. ", "&emsp;Kort Everhart does work in two corporations at once. Therefore he has little time to prepare his own meals. He asks you to buy and bring him lunchboxes every day.", "&emsp;Oscar McGee believes that he works well only if he can completely forget about work once he leaves the building. Therefore he does not make any notes about what to do on his own, and relies on his agenda that you are in pessesion. He expects you to show it to him every day.", "&emsp;Tabatha Nowell simply wants to read her favourite magazine and asks you to bring it to her every week. This way she doesn't have to go to the shop herself and waste precious corporation time.", "&emsp;Ivo Hajos says that he is very insecure about himself, therefore your boss ordered you to cheer him up with good words every morning. You need to tell him he looks good, smells nice and so on.", "&emsp;One of the most powerful people, besides your boss, Flo Persson, has a lot of responsibilities. The only way for him to sometimes get more relaxed is looking at a pretty woman, especially their asses. Your boss knows it's sexist, but Flo is excellent at what he does, therefore he expects you to bend over in front of Flo Persson time to time every day.", "&emsp;Coralie Valencia in the past was one of the best workers in the company, but then her boyfriend broke up with her. Apparently it didn't really matter, she didn't need him – but cappuccino coffee that he was making her every day. Therefore your boss ordered you to create a well done, pretty decorated cappuccino for Coralie every morning." ]>> <</silently>>\ &emsp;You showed up in a small room with one chair, that you were sitting in, and nothing else beside the walls. At first nothing was happening, but in a short time a person appearing in front of you. It looked more like a 3D poster than a real human, because he was completely motionless and there was his name written in the air, right above his head. Next to him you could see some information about him, and a command to click "next" button when you were done with reading. <span id="worker">\ <<display "SecretaryWorker">>\ </span>

&emsp;You appeared in an office, this time with no windows nor doors. In front of you was a computer with a keyboard, you were sitting in a chair, by the desk. Next to you was an older man with a quite unpleasant face. [img[imgs/secretary/dictator.jpg]] &emsp;He looked at you and pointed at the keyboard. – //This is your tool, it's called a keyboard.// – "Oh really?", you thought sarcastically. – //For the next few minutes you will use it to write down sentences that I will dictate. Do it precisely and fast. I will count your time as soon as you say you're ready. Type too slowly and you're out. Understood?// – Yeah. – //Good. Trust me, I don't like to repeat myself. So better focus and do your job perfectly. Additionally, if you will make more mistakes than I think is acceptable, you're out as well. Understood?// – Mhm. – //Yes or no, you dumb little wench!// – Yes. – apparently this guy liked to trash talk. – //Great. Oh, and listen carefully, because you should take those things to heart. They are good tips for secretaries. Ready?// [[I'm ready|Secretary3b]]

&emsp;Yet another person called you. You had less than 3 minutes to comprehend the last conversation, and you already had to start another one. "Well, that's starting to be annoying", you thought to yourself, breathed once more and picked up the MC. – @@.main;You've reached Karmalight. How can I help you?@@ – //Hi,// – another male voice, but this time younger one. Maybe around 20, 25 years old. – //I'm looking for a new provider.// – @@.main;We'd be happy to serve.@@ – //Can you tell me about your organisation?// &emsp;At this point numerous information showed up in front of you. Slowly but confidently you talked him through all of those and tried to make a good impression. We were listening, asking for more and generally seemed pretty interested. At some point, to see if he could fully benefit from the business' offer, you had to ask him for his address. He gave it to you, along with his name — Mark Spencil. You talked for quite some time up to the point where you provided probably every important information he could be interested in. – @@.main;So, do you want me to register you, Mr. Spencil?@@ – //I... I think I'm not convinced it's really a good idea.// – @@.main;We are better than most, Mr. Spencil. That's the fact.@@ – //Yeah sure, but it's not everything that matters. Time to time I'll have some problem or a question for your organisation. And then I will have to ask.// – @@.main;We will surely answer.@@ – //Yes, but who would answer? You?// – @@.main;Me or another worker, it depends when it would happen.@@ – //You see, exactly! And it does not satisfy me.// – @@.main;What do you mean?@@ – //I want ''you'' to answer my phones, or visits for that matter.// – Shit just got weird. – @@.main;I don't understand.@@ – //Right, you're right. Let me rephrase it. I will sign up to your company, if you will agree to go out with me to a dinner.// – @@.main;What?!@@ – //Tomorrow after work?// <span id="reply">\ <<link "– If you are interested, please sign up. If it's just about of me, you're wasting your time.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;If you are interested in our organisation, sign up. You won't regret it. But about me and you, you're wasting your time, I'm not going out with you, Mr. Spencil.@@ – //Damn, girl. Why? Ehh... Fine, but I will not sign up until you will do me a favour.// – @@.main;I already don't like it.@@ – //It's fine, I won't force you to go out with me anymore, don't worry. I just need someone to adopt a pet of mine. He's all cute and cuddly and needs care only for one day. Allow images on MC, I'll show you.// – @@.main;Okay, fine...@@ – You clicked the confirmation button to recieve an image. Briefly, it showed up on a screen. – @@.main;For gods' fuck, you mad bro?!@@ [img[imgs/secretary/pet.jpg]] – //What? Look how sad he is without you!// – @@.main;It's your fucking dick!@@ – If it was really his member, it was longer even than your own. – //I want you to help me make him happier. No touching, no dates. Just you know... Talk to me.// &emsp;This guy wanted to make phone sex with you! That was unexpected, you had no idea how to tell him "no" the way that he will understand he shouldn't just go away, but rather kill himself and erase memory of his actions from your brain. But after all, it was just a simulation. <span id="reply2a">\ <<link "No. Just no.">> <<replace "#reply2a">>\ – @@.main;No. I said no and I repeat no again. No phone sex, no dates, just register to this goddamn organisation or not, I don't care. I just want you to stop talking to me, you perv!@@ – //Wow, that's fucking rude, ma'am!// – @@.main;You register or not?@@ – //No. I said no and I repeat no again. Unless...// – @@.main;Fuck you!@@ – you hung up. &emsp;"Fuck this shit", you said to yourself. You did not regret your decision. Even if you didn't do the //right thing//, in your company eyes, you still prefer being scolded than to converse with an idiot. [[Continue|Secretary1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "I... The fuck you want me to say?">> <<replace "#reply2a">>\ – //Great! You know, just try to be sexy. C'mon, what do you have on yourself. You're a secretary, I'm sure there something naughty under your skirt.// – @@.main;What if I tell you I wear Bermuda shorts, not a skirt?@@ – //What the fuck do you mean?// – @@.main;Nothing, ignore my poor joke.@@ – //Get on with it, hotgirl. I love your voice.// – @@.main;Gods...Okay, I have... I have a push-up bra.@@ – //What colour? Are your tits big?// – @@.main;It is...uh... a white bra. And yes, they are huge.@@ – //Hey, Miss. You're not doing your best, you know? You know what I want to hear! Make me hard.// – @@.main;Trust me, it is not easy for me.@@ – //Do your best, darling.// – @@.main;My white, push-up bra squeezes my big tits together. I like attention, so my shirt is partially unbuttoned, you could see my cleavage.@@ – //Oh yeah, that's better.// – @@.main;Right now I unbuttoned one more, thinking about you.@@ – //About my big, black cock.// – @@.main;Yes, that one too.@@ – //C'mon!// – @@.main;Fine! Thinking about your big, black cock between my tits. Gods, that's awful...@@ – //Don't stop it now. What about your pussy?// – @@.main;It's getting wetter.@@ – //Touch it!// – @@.main;I can't.@@ – //Why?// – You really, really wanted to say "because I've got a dick", but you forced yourself to just laugh quietly. – @@.main;Because my skirt is in the way.@@ – //Oh, right. Pull it up, babe. Touch your panties.// – @@.main;I can't.@@ – //What? What now?// – @@.main;I don't wear any.@@ – //Oh gosh, that's kinky. You work like this all day, babe?// – @@.main;Yes, I'm constantly wetting my chair, thinking about cocks.@@ – //That's right, cock-lover. I'm getting hard. Your heels?// – @@.main;Rules says I need to wear high heels, but I always wear three times higher once than it says.@@ – //Oh fuck yeah, I love seeing women's legs in stripper heels... C'mon, send me a picture of your tits.// – @@.main;No fucking way.@@ – //No no, nothing more! I won't ask for more. Just send me tits! Don't worry, I don't care if they are really big.// <span id="reply3a">\ <<link "Send him the picture">> <<replace "#reply3a">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ &emsp;"Oh god fucking damn it!", you shouted after you clicked //mute// button. You went already too far to let him go and stay with nothing. You rode your t-shirt up and made a photo that you sent right after. <<print "[img[imgs/boobs/" + $final.boobs+($final.skinC.toUpperCase()) + ".jpg]]">> &emsp;A second later Mr. Mark Spencil moaned for quite some time, and became quiet. You said nothing as well, just waiting and hoping he won't hang up. Finally, you heard him again. – //Oh damn... Those tits are awesome. Thanks, hotty.// – @@.main;Sign up, you fucker.@@ – //Sure thing, babe. But trust me, I will need more pictures to stay in your organisation for longer.// – he said and immediately hung up. &emsp;Even though it was humiliating and stupid as hell, you achieved your goal. He signed up, this was a simulation so he won't return, and you did something good for this imaginary organisation. What will happen next, was the biggest threat at that point. [[Continue|Secretary1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Don't send anything">> <<replace "#reply3a">>\ &emsp;"Oh god fucking damn it!", you shouted after you clicked //mute// button. This went too far. You already made a fool of yourself, and now he wants a blackmail material. A proof that you talked dirty during your job. There was no way he will get that from you. – @@.main;This ends now.@@ – //C'mon babe, don't do it to me!// – @@.main;And by this, I mean right now.@@ – And with that, you hunged up. &emsp;It was humiliating and stupid as hell, you shouldn't have even started this. You achieved nothing, he didn't sign up and you made a fool out of yourself. But it was just a simulation, at least you were sure that nothing worse can happen next. [[Continue|Secretary1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "– I...Okay.">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<set $performance+=20>>\ – @@.main;I can't believe I'm saying that but... Okay.@@ – //I knew it!// – he shouted. – //I knew such sexy sounding babe like you would do that. Now, I promise I will sign up as soon a we'll cover the details, my lady.// – @@.main;Stop calling me that...@@ – being called "lady" or "sexy" by this ridiculous man was getting on your nerves. – //I'm sorry, ma'am, what's your name?// – @@.main;Mr. <<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>>.@@ – //Okay then. Miss <<print $info.surname>>, do you prefer to go to a dinner, cinema, or straight to my house?// – Seems that this simulation's algorithm completely ignores the way you are introducing yourself. – @@.main;Um... Let's say cinema?@@ – At least you wouldn't have to look at his face for too long. But it didn't really matter here, in a simulation. – //Great choice, <<print $info.name>>. Can I call you that?// – @@.main;Sure...@@ – //'Sure, Mark', you wanted to say.// – @@.main;Of course, Mark.@@ – //Great. What will you wear?// – @@.main;Um, something comfortable?@@ – //If by this you mean sexy as hell, then yeah.// – @@.main;Okay, whatever. Something sexy.@@ – //Like what? I want details, I want to be hyped!// – @@.main;Um... Short, tight dress.@@ – //Details, details, details!// – @@.main;Fuck!... Short, tight black dress?@@ – //Kinky!// – @@.main;What? Why?@@ – //Because you didn't mention any underwear or even shoes, you bimbo!// – @@.main;For the love of... Okay. I'm gonna wear red lingerie, with tights and a black skirt. Its neckline literally goes down to my belly button, and the length barely reaches down my ass. If I will bend in my high, red heels, you will see my panties.@@ – //Oh yes... Anything more?// – @@.main;Yeah, professionally done makeup, because I took lessons.@@ – //Fuck yeah! I love it, babe. There's one more thing. I don't want to force you into anything, but just think about it, okay?// – @@.main;What?@@ – //Enable images on MC, sexy.// – @@.main;Kay..@@. – you clicked the button and briefly after that you received the message. – What the fuck, man?! <<video "secretary/cinema">> – //I just want you to think about until we meet, kay? That's something I expect you to do in the cinema. You won't regret this, bitches love my huge cock.// – @@.main;God damn... Fuck it, sure. I'll suck your dick, now sign up to the organisation.@@ – //With pleasure, hot piece.// – he said and immediately hung up. &emsp;Even though it was humiliating and stupid as hell, you achieved your goal. He signed up. This was a simulation so you won't go anywhere, and you did something good for this imaginary organisation. What will happen next, was the biggest threat at that point. [[Continue|Secretary1c]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\

&emsp;Minutes passed but the MC didn't call again. You were staring at it nervously, since you were sure that the training didn't end - you'd return to the white room. &emsp;While looking at the device, suddenly the door in front of your desk opened. A woman, under 30 years old, entered the room. She was dressed elegantly, in a suit with straight skirt, medium high heels. Her flowing hair decorated her head and subtle makeup was finishing the look. [img[imgs/secretary/ceo.jpg]] &emsp;The only problem was the fact, that her suit was almost completely covered in brown stains. At first you had the worst ideas, but you quickly realized it was just a coffee. You breathed a sigh of relief, when the woman shouted at you, with desperate face: – //I'm covered in a fucking shit!// &emsp;A message appeared in the middle of a room, making the woman patiently waiting for your response. The message said: //It's a CEO of the company, Ms. Wiggles//. – @@.main;How the hell did it happen?!@@ – //Doesn't matter. They will be here any minute, <<print $info.surname>>! Any fucking minute!// – @@.main;Who?@@ – //Television! What do I do?!// – "Oh fuck", you thought. <span id="reply">\ <<link "Go naked">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<set $performance +=10>>\ – @@.main;Just undress and stay naked.@@ – //What the fuck do you mean?!// – @@.main;Say you were...er... Trying to make me feel better about my body!@@ – //What?! It doesn't..!// she screamed, but made a few helpless steps and continued – //Fine!// &emsp;She hesitantly undressed herself until only panties, stockings and heels left. They weren't covered in filth, therefore they could stay. [img[imgs/secretary/ceonaked.jpg]] &emsp;Not a long time later you heard someone outside and you got all nervous. You decided to start the charade. Speaking loudly enough, hoping they could hear you behind the door, you said: – @@.main;You are ''so'' beautiful! I mean like look at you! If I knew I could look like this after...er...@@ – //It is called pilates, darling// – apparently CEO understood your idea and played along. – //I highly recommend!// – @@.main;I need to start it ASAP! Your breasts are magnificent!@@ – After those words the opening door almost hit the wall because of the impact. Two people entered the room. An elegant black haired woman and a guy with camera-glasses. Indeed, that //was// television! – //Oh my god! What is going on here, who are you, ladies?// – said the woman. – //That's so rude not to knock!// – replied the CEO, barely covering her exposed body. – //You should leave immediately.// – //No chance darling, we want to know everything!// &emsp;Before the scenery emerged into a full blown interview, everyone around you stopped, frozen in time. A message appeared in front of you, with an article's title called: //Karmalight's CEO sexy body. Tries to get intimate with a secretary!// "Damn! Wasn't the perfect idea after all", you thought. But it was no use crying over spilt milk. After another moment, the office and a corridor disappeared. [[Continue|Secretary1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Let's swap clothes">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<set $performance +=20>>\ – @@.main;Let's swap out clothes!@@ – //Gladly!// – said the woman and didn't wait a single second before undressing. She threw her clothes on the floor and waited for yours. Hesitantly you started to undress. [img[imgs/secretary/ceonaked.jpg]] – //Faster, they are here!// &emsp;You hurried up and gave her your clothes. When she wore them, they turned from your Bermuda shorts and shirt, into a suit with a skirt. Apparently the simulation didn't care what you have on yourself either. On the other hand, you were forced to wear her clothes instead. Even though not real, they smelled real enough to you. Finally, you put them on, feeling more disgusted by the stains than embarrassed by wearing a woman's suit. Right after you finished, someone knocked to the door. – //Come in!// – said CEO and two people entered the room. An elegant black haired woman and a guy with camera-glasses. Indeed, that //was// television! – //What stinks so bad?// – asked the woman. – //She does.// – replied the CEO with a disgusted face. You tried to improvise. – @@.main;I am very sorry, Ms. Wiggles. I should leave now!@@ – //You can work here, but firstly take care of your image, woman. I will give you money, take them and buy yourself a new suit.// – @@.main;Oh thank you so much!@@ – //No problem, Ms. <<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>>. Feel free to come back, as soon as you take care of yourself.// – replied CEO and television people seemed very curious about the whole situation. To the contrary, you felt like you looked like — like shit. Before anything concluded, people suddenly froze in time and a message appeared in front of you with an article title: //Karmalight is helping poor people get a job. Check out the transformation of <<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>> from a crappy lady, into a proper secretary!//. "Damn! Wasn't such a good idea", you thought. Maybe you helped the CEO, but if this wouldn't be a simulation, you'd be known as a person who was covered in excrements. But it was no use crying over spilt milk. After another moment, the office and a corridor disappeared. [[Continue|Secretary1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Stay like this, I will tell them I shat on you and leave in anger">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Er... Just stay like this.@@ – //You fucking kidding me?!// – @@.main;Listen! Just stay like this. I will scream and call you names and I will tell them I shit on you.@@ – //What the fucking fuck?!// – she screamed, helplessly made a few steps and said – //Fine!// &emsp;Not a long time later you heard someone outside and you decided to start the charade. You screamed powerfully, to be sure you could be heard behind the door. – @@.main;You bitch, I never wanted to work here anyway!@@ – //Did you just fucking shit on me?!// – CEO tried to be convincing, but it just sounded too ridiculous. – @@.main;With a goddamn pleasure! Adios, you stinky whore!@@ – and with that you left the room. Indeed, on the other side in a corridor there was television - a guy with a camera-glasses, and a woman. They immediately started filming you. – //What happened, who are you?// – @@.main;I'm no one, and I'm not working here anymore.@@ – //Had you just shit on somebody? How's that even possible?// – @@.main;Ask her and my diarrhea!@@ – and indeed, they entered the room, further ignoring you completely, to talk with the CEO. You heard angry screams but also the laughter of visitors. A few seconds later everything froze in time and an article showed up in front of you. The title said: //Karmalight's CEO let her workers literally shit on her//. "Damn! Wasn't such a good idea", you thought. But it was no use crying over spilt milk. After another moment, the office and a corridor disappeared. [[Continue|Secretary1Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT1>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance>=60>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[0] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed your first test with no problem! You understand how important it is to keep your organisation image intact, even if your own would suffer. Keep it up and your boss will be surely content with you as his employee. In a few moments you will feel even better with yourself. The application will show positive messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphins into your organism, as a reward for a good job. Just relax.// &emsp;A little bit of pride crawled into your heart. Maybe you were not going to do things that you like, but at least you will be good at them! The reward was interesting as well. You definitely needed help to feel better and relaxed, so you closed your eyes. At some point, you had no idea when, you lost your consciousness and fell into a dreamlike trance. <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/goodjob1">> <<video "secretary/goodjob2">> <<video "secretary/goodjob4">> <<video "secretary/goodjob3">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with little knowledge what just happened. You felt better, happier and more relaxed indeed. At least this part of this shitty application was useful! //We hope you had fun. Now, let's proceed.// <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your performance was too low. Apparently you put your image and honour over the organisation's. It is a childish and an unserious approach to your new position. Your boss could be disappointed with such employee. You should feel bad about it, you must try harder. In a few moments you will be punished, to help you associate bad behaviour with unpleasant feelings. The application will show messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphin-blockers into your organism. Just close your eyes and wait.// &emsp;A little bit of fear crawled into your heart as you read the message. You failed this test on purpose, you had no desire to be a good <<print $final.job>> for anyone. But now you are not so sure it was a good idea. Before you could think about it more, you lost your consciousness and entered a dreamlike trance. <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/badjob2">> <<video "secretary/badjob4">> <<video "secretary/badjob1">> <<video "secretary/badjob3">> <<video "secretary/badjob5">> <<video "secretary/badjob6">> <<video "secretary/badjob7">> <<video "secretary/badjob8">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with a little knowledge of what just happened. You felt bad, like you were going to cry. Regret of what you had done filled your mind and heart, even though you consciously think you did what you wanted. This app is fucking with your emotions! //Remember, it was mandatory to let you learn what is a good behaviour in work, and what is not. Now, let's proceed.// <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Secretary2">><</link>>

<<silently>>[[SecretaryMemoryScript]]<</silently>>\ Click on the tiles and try to connect all items with corresponding people. <span id="memory"></span> <span id="hidden" hidden>[[Finished!|Secretary2Res]]</span> <<display "SecretaryMemoryScript">>\

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Second subject of a <<print $final.job>>'s work is being organised. If you want to earn a lot of money, you need to have a good memory and the ability to quickly create associations. In this test you will learn a few things about your co-workers and then use this information accordingly. Good luck!// &emsp;"Why would I need that?!", your first thought was. However, you quickly realized that if you hired a secretary, you would want her to know your employees as well as possible, to help them efficiently. If she would constantly ask about every little detail, you'd fire her. A bit curious of what awaits you, you clicked the button to continue. [[Click OK and load the office|Secretary2a]]

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<<if _i<8>>\ <<print _arr[_i]>> <<link "Next">><<set _i++>><<replace "#worker">><<display "SecretaryWorker">><</replace>><</link>> <table><tr><td><<print "<img src='imgs/secretary/memory/" + (_i+1) + ".jpg'>">></td><td valign="top"><<print "<img src='imgs/secretary/memory/" + (_i+1) + "item.jpg'>">></td></tr></table> <<else>>\ <<link "Start the test" "Secretary2b">><</link>> <<endif>>\ <<silently>> [[Secretary2a]] <</silently>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //The last part of your duties is actually the most important one. Precise and quick typing! Without that skill you can never be a good secretary, and with them on the top level, you can become an excellent one. Writing e-mail, editing co-workers' messages to help them with spelling, creating agendas – all of those tasks require a good typing skills. In the following test you'll have someone to dictate words for you. Listen to him and write precisely what he says, including the punctuation. In this test you cannot fix your mistakes on the fly, once made you need to send the whole sentence (using ENTER button) and write it again. Don't make too many mistakes or you will be disqualified. Also keep your speed at a decent level. Good luck.// &emsp;"Fortunately I'm using keyboards for whole my life", you thought. However, you were not so sure about your spelling skills. VW slang probably affected your ability to write proper sentences. There wasn't anything you could do right now to help yourself anyway, so you simply pushed the button. [[Click OK and load the typing room|Secretary3a]]

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT2>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance<40>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[1] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed the second test. You understand how important it is to know your co-workers and remember their needs. Your time is always less precious than others! As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is, of course, a reward! Please relax.// <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/secretarygoodjob1">> <<video "secretary/goodjob11">> <<video "secretary/goodjob12">> <<video "secretary/goodjob14">> <<video "secretary/goodjob15">> <<video "secretary/goodjob13">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended, this time you didn't remember much either. It filled you with joy and pride, you felt like you achieved something great in your life. The sensation was very weird, but pleasant. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your result is too poor to pass the test. You missed the most important part of being a <<print $final.job>>: knowing and helping others in the company. They have much greater responsibilities than you, it should be an honour to help them. By this you help the whole company. You need to remember and understand that if you want to be an efficient <<print $final.job>>. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is obviously a punishment. Remember, it is delivered not to harm you, but to help you learn from your mistakes. Please wait.// <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/secretarybadjob1">> <<video "secretary/badjob11">> <<video "secretary/badjob12">> <<video "secretary/badjob13">> <<video "secretary/badjob14">> <<video "secretary/badjob15">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended. It left you with a feeling that something bad happened in your life. As if you lost or failed someone important. But again, you did not remember anything of what happened during the trance. You didn't like it at all! <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Secretary3">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT3>> <<set $performance to 1>> <<set $gameTime to 1>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance == 1 && $gameTime<200>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[2] to 1>>\ //Good job! You were both fast and precise! Congratulation, you can be proud of yourself. It's one of the most important skills of a <<print $final.job>>. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Please, relax.// <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/goodjob21">> <<video "secretary/goodjob22">> <<video "secretary/goodjob23">> <<video "secretary/goodjob25">> <<video "secretary/goodjob26">> <<video "secretary/secretarygoodjob2">> &emsp;Even though the whole thing highly disturbed you, you couldn't deny how pleasant it felt now after the trance. A thought crossed your mind, that someone as smart as you are wouldn't get manipulated anyway. "So maybe there's nothing wrong with a little bit of relaxation anyway", you concluded. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, you <<if $gameTime>=200>>were too slow.<<else>>made too many mistakes.<<endif>> It is a very bad result. You should think about your performance and practice typing in your spare time. It is very important for a <<print $final.job>> to type messages and other documents flawlessly and with decent speed. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Just wait.// <<video "secretary/closedEyes">> <<video "secretary/badjob21">> <<video "secretary/badjob22">> <<video "secretary/badjob23">> <<video "secretary/badjob24">> <<video "secretary/badjob25">> <<video "secretary/badjob26">> <<video "secretary/badjob27">> <<video "secretary/badjob28">> <<video "secretary/badjob29">> &emsp;The whole experience was very disturbing. You couldn't believe that it helped you in any way, because indeed you felt really bad right now. But maybe you were overthinking this? Overreacting, because you simply couldn't understand it. "Maybe I'm just not smart enough for that", you concluded. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "MakeupTraining1">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $gameTime to 0>> <<repeat 1s>> <<set $gameTime++>> <</repeat>> <</silently>>\ <span id="game"> Type below sentence into the bracket. Do it precisely and watch your time. Click "ENTER" button to confirm your written sentence. Sentence: <span id="quote" style="font-size: 120%;"></span> <span id="typing">\ <input id="user" width="500"> <span id="error" style="color:red;" hidden>Not correct!</span>\ </span>\ </span>\ <span id="endgame" hidden>\ [[Finished!|Secretary3Res]] </span> \ <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ var insults = [ "Do I speak unclearly?", "Shall I repeat myself?", "Listen to my words, cunt!", "Too long nails or something?!", "Once again. This time do it properly!", "One more time. Focus, airhead.", "C'mon! It's easy!", "A monkey could do it better, you bimbo.", "Another mistake?", "Are you even trying?", "You ain't even trying, bitch.", "Wrong, you dumb bitch!", "No, not like that!", "Are you stupid?", "Are you blind?", "Fucking bimbo, wrong!", "No! You stupid slut!", "Wrong, you silly hag.", "Wrong, you self-absorbed tramp!", "Focus, bimbo!", "You are a useless bitch.", "You are worthless.", "Nooo, you dumb witch!", "No, you brain-dead wench!", "Wrong, you dumb cunt.", "Did you even read it?", "Did you even read it, whore?", "Are you stupid, you skank?", "God damn it! Again!." ]; var quotes = [ "Obedience is the mother of success.", "Listen well and come up with solutions.", "She who refuses to obey cannot command.", "Straight skirt, white shirt, high heels, makeup - everyday.", "Follow through tasks quickly and efficiently.", "Discretion. Professionalism. Honesty.", "Partial obedience is complete disobedience.", "Know when to keep your mouth shut.", "Wear confidence like makeup.", "Never be too busy to be courteous.", "Be methodical, with a good eye for detail.", "Smile! You are the face of the organisation.", "Trust and obey your boss.", "Be well-groomed, take care of yourself.", "Don't bother the boss with little problems.", "Refrain from vulgar language.", "Speak clearly and with confidence.", "Be punctual and mindful of peoples time.", "Don't blame others for your mistakes.", "Be responsible and independent.", "Do not engage in fights. Stay calm and kind.", "Always work to improve yourself.", ]; var currQuote = 0; var quotesLeft = 4; var mistakes = 0; var canCheck = true; $("#user").on("keydown",function(e){ //alert(e.keyCode); switch(e.keyCode){ case 13: if(canCheck)check($("#user").val()); case 8: case 46: e.preventDefault(); } }); function check(txt){ if( txt == quotes[currQuote] ){ $("#user").val(""); quotes.delete(quotes[currQuote]); quotesLeft--; orderQuote(); } else{ canCheck = false; $("#error").html(insults.random()); $("#error").show(); mistakes++; setTimeout(function(){ if(mistakes>7){ gameFailed(); } else { $("#error").hide(); canCheck = true; } },1500); $("#user").val(""); } } function gameFailed(){ State.variables.performance = 0; $("#game").html(""); $("#endgame").show(); } function orderQuote(){ if(quotesLeft>0){ currQuote = Math.floor(Math.random()*(quotes.length)); $("#quote").html(quotes[currQuote]); } else { $("#game").hide(); State.variables.performance = 1; $("#endgame").show(); } } orderQuote(); $("#user").focus(); $("#user").on("paste",function(e){ e.preventDefault(); }); }); <</script>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //As a <<print $final.job>>, your basic duty is to look pretty and classy. Looking at you have to be a pleasure for everyone who does it. The way you walk, stand, gesture, smile – it all matter greatly. You need a lot of practice, to make it all look presentable. In the following hours, you will participate in simulations in which you will learn how to walk like a model. Your task is to keep your feet in a straight line and maintain a decent pace. Good luck!// &emsp;It seems that you will be forced to walk on a runway. "At least it won't require too much thinking", you thought to yourself. Nevertheless, it wasn't that bad. Learning to walk like a model is not what you consider as fun, but it sounds to be an easy job that fits your skills. [[Click OK and load the runway|Model1a]]

&emsp;You appeared right on the fashion runway in a great, dim hall. It was just a very long platform, about 1 meter above the ground and less than 1 meter of width. Lots of spotlights made it completely visible in this dark room. At the center of the platform, extending over the entire length of it, a straight line was painted. Beneath you, on the ground next to the runway, stood a man. He was looking at you with an unpleasant look. [img[imgs/model/runwaytrainer.jpg]] &emsp;The man was wearing very tight pants, buttoned shirt, some weird vest and lots of bracelets and belts that just hung on his hips, without doing much. As you could notice in a moment, his voice was a bit lower than you expected from a guy looking like that. – //Hello, honey. I'm going to teach you how to walk like a true model. As you probably noticed, you are standing on a runway. We'll use that for your practice. Take note that there is a line in the middle. Normally it's not there, but it will help you keep your feet straight while walking. Have you ever walked in high heels, Ms.?// – @@.main;Um... My name is <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>. And no, I didn't.@@ – //I didn't ask you for your name, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>, I already know it. It's in the database.// – Apparently the simulation is not ready for non-female trainee. You will have to live with the fact that ACAs will call you "Ms.". – //Okay, it's not a problem and won't be the subject of today's work. But it certainly would help you get used to it, oh well. Anyway stand at the end of the line. The one on my right.// &emsp; You looked to your left and walked that way. You stopped at the edge of the platform. He walked as well to avoid shouting to you. – //Good, stand on the line. Yes, good. Now, you need to walk the entire length of the runway, constantly keeping your feet on the line, okay? Push your tits and butt out, hold your arms loose, keep your chin high and just walk forward. After you reach the end, turn around and come back, and then start again. You can train here for however long you want to. When you will be ready, we will start the exam.// – @@.main;The exam?@@ – //Yes. When you'll be ready, you're going to take an exam. The same thing you're doing here, but under pressure. You will have to walk for a few laps, with only a few chances of failure. And additionally in a very limited time window, because you can't slack off on a runway, you need to keep the right pace. So prepare yourself and tell me when you're ready!// &emsp;"That sucks!", you thought, but there wasn't much you could do about it. You should practice at least a little bit to know how this works before you'll start the exam. <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">(The line below is the runway. Use your cursor to point at the left end. When you do that, the icon on the right will appear. Move along the runway until you reach the end. Reaching to the far right side will make the left icon appear again, to repeat the process. If your cursor will move outside the runway, the left icon will reappear and you should try again, from the start. Since it's just a practice, you can keep doing that for however long you want to.)</span> <span id="modelRunway"><div id="line"><div id="start"></div><div id="end" hidden></div></div></span> <span id="state"></span> <span id="error" style="color:red;"></span> [[I don't want to practice anymore|Model1b]] <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let isStarted = false; $("#start").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/start.jpg')"); $("#line").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/runway.jpg')"); $("#start").on("mouseover",function(){ $("#end").show(); $("#start").hide(); if (isStarted == false){ isStarted = true; } }); $("#line").on("mouseleave",function(){ if(isStarted){ $("#end").hide(); $("#start").show(); isStarted = false; } }); $("#end").on("mouseover",function(){ $("#start").show(); $("#end").hide(); }); }); <</script>> <</silently>>

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Walking skills are already behind you. Now it is time to learn something about your most important feature - your look. It doesn't matter how smart or kind you are, or how good you can walk in heels. If your face and body won't look the best they can, you will not earn money. No one will hire you or want to work with you. And trust us, the competition is big. You will participate in a simulated scenarios. Your task is very simple – take care of yourself. Nothing is more important than to maintain your perfect look. It is true, that your Avatar is not that easy to hurt, but those lessons will help you in CL as well. Good luck and remember, your look is the most important thing in you.// &emsp;"What? They're the worst! What about good old 'what's inside that matters more'?!", you thought. You did not expect something like this, but after a few seconds you realized that it kind of made sense. An ugly model isn't going to earn money. You had no other choice, than to click the button and be ready for whatever will happen. [[Click OK and load the scenario|Model2a]]

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //The last part of your duties is to learn how to pose. After learning how to walk, and take care of your pretty self, you need to know how to present yourself. It's not much about the skill itself, rather listening to the photographer. Obey his commands, do it precisely and in order. In the following test you will meet a photographer who will teach you how to pose. All you have to do is fulfil his tasks precisely in order. It's not very hard, but stay focused. Good luck! &emsp;"Sounds easy", you thought. However, you were not so sure about that, you heard it's quite hard to be a good model and you don't know if you are photogenic enough to pull it off. There wasn't anything you could do right now to help yourself anyway, so you simply pushed the button. [[Click OK and load the studio|Model3a]]

&emsp;You appeared in the park. Grass and trees around you, a couple of benches, singing birds and a sun high on the sky. Standing on a pavement you could see no one, but your vision didn't reach far because the park stopped rendering a few dozens meters ahead of you. You contemplated the surroundings, when suddenly you heard a voice behind you, saying "Hi". You turned around to see a man standing there, holding a volleyball and smiling at you. [img[imgs/model/hotguy.jpg]] – //Sorry, did I scare you?// – @@.main;No, no, I'm fine.@@ – //Great. Nice to see you, <<print $info.name>>. I'm Matt.// – @@.main;Hello, Matt.@@ – You didn't know what to say or what was this all about. – //Let's walk, it's a waste of a good weather just standing here, right?// – @@.main;Um, yeah, sure. Let's take a walk.@@ &emsp;Both of you kept strolling through the park, talking about nothing important. He told you what he did yesterday, didn't ask much about you. After some time he finally stopped and looked at you, holding his ball between you. – //Listen, I wanna play. Do you want to play with me?// <span id="reply">\ <<link "Yeah, sure">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Yeah, why not.@@ – You replied, quite happy to play some volleyball. The last time you played it was around five years ago, you were curious if you can still be at least decent in it. Matt smile got wider. – //Great! Follow me.// – he said and turned around. You both walked for quite a while, before you reached a place with a volleyball net stretched between two bars buried in the ground on some meadow. The meadow wasn't empty. Three muscular guys were playing volleyball already, two versus one. When they noticed you two, they stopped playing and greeted Matt and you politely. Matt told them you were going to play as well, they got happier and said that it will be a pleasure. You followed them to the net. They decided you were going to play 3 vs 2, with you in the bigger team.\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>> <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "No, thank you">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Uh, no. Not today, Matt.@@ – You replied. To be honest, you would gladly play some volleyball, but it wasn't the right moment for that. You didn't know what the whole test was up to yet. – //Oh... Okay. Then maybe at least you'll want to come watch us play?// – @@.main;Us?@@ – //Me and some friends, you know. They are nearby.// – @@.main;Yeah, okay. Not like I have anything else to do.@@ – //Cool, follow me.// – he said and turned around. You both walked for quite a while, before you reached a place with a volleyball net stretched between two bars buried in the ground on some meadow. Three muscular guys were playing volleyball already, two versus one. When they noticed you two, they stopped playing and greeted Matt and you politely. He introduced you to them, and told them you will just watch. You felt silly right now, it looks as if you were afraid to play with them or just want to creep on them like some faggot, that you were not. When one of them asked you again, you were not so sure about your answer anymore. – //So how will it be?// – Asked a man named Brad, as you learned recently. – //Will you just stand there and watch, or will you join us?// <span id="reply2">\ <<link "Fuck it, I'll play">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Fuck it, count me in.@@ – All the guys cheered and you followed them to the net. They decided you were going to play 3 vs 2, with you in the bigger team.\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Nah, I don't feel like playing today">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ &emsp;You were standing there for at least an hour, with completely nothing to do. Almost, because the guys asked you to count the score and time to time were trying to encourage you into cheering them or at least comment on their gameplay. You tried to be nice, but you totally did not care and were dying out of boredom. Finally, one of the team won. <<video "model/winners">> &emsp;Matt, now shirtless and covered in sweat approached you and smiled. You smiled back, hoping he won't get too close with that big, wet chest of his. The other guys went away, leaving you two alone. Matt took the ball and asked you if you had a good time. You lied to him that you did, without really caring if you sound convincing or not. Apparently he noticed. – //Hey, I understand. I hoped you will join us after all, no doubt it was boring to watch us there. C'mon, let me cheer you up somehow! Want me to teach you how to be great at serving the ball?// <span id="reply3">\ <<link "No, I really got to go, mate">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;No, Matt. I really should go now, you know?@@ – //Um... okay, I get it. I tried my best but you just don't care. Whatever. See you, <<print $info.name>>.// &emsp;You weren't sure what did he mean by it, but you were glad he went away. And with him, the whole park started shifting, disappearing. Only a small fragment of white floor remained under your feet. It lingered for a while, until it started to transform into another place. [[Continue|Model2b]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Fine, we can do this">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ – @@.main;Fine, show me how to serve.@@ – //You won't regret it, <<print $info.name>>!// – "I surely hope so", you thought to yourself. &emsp;He grabbed the ball and started to introduce you to the basics. You already knew them, but didn't interrupt with hope, that you might still learn something. After theory, he jumped into a physical instruction, which meant looking at how he positioned his arms relative to the rest of the body, where should the ball hit the hand and when to jump to enhance the effect. Unexpectedly, you actually thought you learned something and wanted to try it out. He passed you the ball and you threw it above yourself, took a single step and jumped. When the ball was in perfect position, you waved your hand and hit it. It wasn't bad, but your palm connected with the ball at an incorrect angle, and the ball flew too low. – //Not bad!// – shouted Matt, and you just wanted to try it out again. He ran for the ball, grabbed it and shouted to you from a distance. – //Once again, look when I jump!// – he screamed and served the ball. That was an excellent hit, the ball flew high and very quickly. In fact, so quickly that you did not manage to comprehend what was going on and it hit you right in your face. <<video "model/hit">> &emsp;The shot was really hard, you felt the ball digging deep into your skin. For a second you lost your consciousness and dropped onto your buttocks. When you regained your sight, you noticed Matt was next to you, apologizing. You tried to tell him that nothing happened, you didn't feel any pain, but he kept apologizing. – //Gods, I'm so sorry! I hope it will be gone soon!// – @@.main;What?@@ – //That... red mark. Your skin is scraped.// – @@.main;What the fuck? I don't feel any pain!@@ – //It's quite bad, let me show you...// – he went away to grab his MC. When he got back you looked at your face on the screen of his Micro Computer, afraid to see the worst. But all your face was completely normal — of course as normal as your changed Avatar could be. Before you commented on that, the whole park started shifting, disappearing. Matt disappeared, along with ball, net and trees. Only a small fragment of white floor remained under your feet. It lingered for a while, until it started to transform into another place. [[Continue|Model2b]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span> <</replace>> <</link>> </span> <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span>\ \ <span id="next" hidden>\ &emsp;You had a lot of fun. It was obvious that the guys tried their best to play less aggressively and give you a breath time to time, but since you didn't play volleyball for so long, it actually helped you a lot. Even though you sucked at serving, you still had the ball a lot of times, scored some points and saved the ball more than once. You had a blast, until one moment, when the blast had you. One of the guys hit the ball over the net, aiming for the ground but accidentally hitting something else. That unfortunate place, was your very face. <<video "model/hit">> &emsp;The shot was really hard, you felt the ball digging deep into your skin. For a second you lost your consciousness and dropped onto your buttocks. When you regained your sight, you noticed the guys were around you, apologizing. You tried to tell them that nothing happened, you didn't feel any pain, but they kept apologizing. One of them said: – //Gods, we're so sorry! I hope it will be gone soon!// – @@.main;What?@@ – //That... red mark. Your skin is scraped.// – @@.main;What the fuck? I don't feel any pain!@@ – //It's quite bad, let me show you...// – he went away to grab his MC. When he got back you looked at your face on the screen of his Micro Computer, afraid to see the worst. But all your face was completely normal — of course as normal as your changed Avatar could be. Before you commented on that, the whole park started shifting, disappearing. The guys disappeared, along with ball, net and trees. Only a small fragment of white floor remained under your feet. It lingered for a while, until it started to transform into another place. [[Continue|Model2b]] </span>

<<silently>>[[Model3b]]<</silently>>\ <span id="intro">&emsp;Quite a small room rendered around you. White walls, a black floor, lots of lamps and reflex panels. At the center of one wall was a white area with a chair. Next to it a big pile of clothes. On the other side stood a man with a camera. [img[imgs/model/cameraguy.jpg]] – //Hello, sweety. I'm going to teach you how to pose here. But first, tell me please. What kind of clothes do you like?// – @@.main;What do you mean?@@ – //I will provide you with some wardrobe, according to your taste. Dresses? Skirts? Lingerie?// – @@.main;Shirts and pants?@@ – //Shirts and pants sound good enough, wait a second.// &emsp;The man looked through a big piles of clothes and pulled off a decent amount of shirts, pants and sneakers. He threw them nearby the white place in the room, and ordered you to stand there. – //Good, now listen up. I'm going to tell you what to do and you shall do it. Is that clear?// – @@.main;Yup, I think so?@@ – //At first, to let you settle in, I'm going to show you how to do that. And also I will repeat myself if needed. So there's totally no pressure. Just follow my lead and it will be fine. Okay?// – @@.main;Sure.@@ – You replied, hoping he's right. – //Tell me when you're ready to begin.// ''(After clicking the "Start" button a list of commands will slowly show up. They will be coloured in certain ways, corresponding to five buttons. You need to click the buttons in the same order as the commands are. At this stage there's no pressure, just get accustomed to the task. Button types: <span style="color: red;">Head</span> - if a command is about placing your hand, or using your face exclusively. <span style="color: green;">Body</span> - if a command requires your whole body movement, or hips, chest movements. <span style="color: blue;">Upper limbs</span> - if a command specifically calls an arm movement. <span style="color: orange;">Lower limps</span> - if a command specifically calls a leg movement. <span style="color: hotpink;">Clothes</span> - if a command mentiones any kind of garments.)'' </span>\ \ <span id="end" style="cursor: pointer; color: darkorchid; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" hidden>I'm done with this.<br><br></span>\ \ <span id="commands"></span>\ \ <span id="parts" hidden>\ <span id="0head" class="choice" style="color: red; cursor:pointer;"><br>Choose: Head</span> <span id="1body" class="choice" style="color: green; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Body</span> <span id="2upper" class="choice" style="color: blue; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Upper limbs</span> <span id="3lower" class="choice" style="color: orange; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Lower limbs</span> <span id="4clothes" class="choice" style="color: hotpink; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Clothes</span> </span>\ <span id="userOrder"></span>\ <span id="error" style="font-weight: bold; color: darkorchid; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;" hidden><br><br>Wrong order! Click to play again.</span>\ \ <span id="start" style="cursor: pointer; color: darkorchid; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Start</span>\ <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let parts = ["head","body","upper limbs","lower limbs","clothes"]; let h1 = new command("Chin higher!",parts[0]); let h2 = new command("Head to the left!",parts[0]); let h3 = new command("Head to the right!",parts[0]); let h4 = new command("Lower your head!",parts[0]); let h5 = new command("Smile wide, show teeth!",parts[0]); let h6 = new command("Smile, with closed mouth!",parts[0]); let h7 = new command("Raise one eyebrow!",parts[0]); let h8 = new command("Raise your eyebrows!",parts[0]); let h9 = new command("Keep a straight face!",parts[0]); let h10 = new command("Open your mouth!",parts[0]); let h11 = new command("Stick out your tongue!",parts[0]); let h12 = new command("Touch the hair!",parts[0]); let h13 = new command("Wink!",parts[0]); let h14 = new command("Close your eyes!",parts[0]); let h15 = new command("Open eyes wide!",parts[0]); let b1 = new command("Bend over!",parts[1]); let b2 = new command("Stay straight!",parts[1]); let b3 = new command("Push your butt out!",parts[1]); let b4 = new command("Push your tits forward!",parts[1]); let b5 = new command("Lean to the side!",parts[1]); let b6 = new command("Shake those tits!",parts[1]); let b7 = new command("Pull in your stomach!",parts[1]); let b8 = new command("Raise your hips!",parts[1]); let b9 = new command("Lower your hips!",parts[1]); let b10 = new command("Turn to the left!",parts[1]); let b11 = new command("Turn to the right!",parts[1]); let b12 = new command("Turn back!",parts[1]); let b13 = new command("Stand sideways to the camera!",parts[1]); let b14 = new command("Stand further!",parts[1]); let b15 = new command("Come closer!",parts[1]); let u1 = new command("Right arm up!",parts[2]); let u2 = new command("Bend left wrist!",parts[2]); let u3 = new command("Left hand on a hip!",parts[2]); let u4 = new command("Right hand on a hip!",parts[2]); let u5 = new command("Grab your boobs with both hands!",parts[2]); let u6 = new command("Left arm up!",parts[2]); let u7 = new command("Bend right wrist!",parts[2]); let u8 = new command("Right arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u9 = new command("Left arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u10 = new command("Keep left arm in front of you!",parts[2]); let u11 = new command("Raise right arm in front of you!",parts[2]); let u12 = new command("Put left palm on your face!",parts[2]); let u13 = new command("Put a finger on your lips!",parts[2]); let u14 = new command("Make a victory sign with one hand!",parts[2]); let u15 = new command("Slap your butt with both hands!",parts[2]); let l1 = new command("Right leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l2 = new command("Left leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l3 = new command("Right leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l4 = new command("Left leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l5 = new command("Left leg higher!",parts[3]); let l6 = new command("Right leg higher!",parts[3]); let l7 = new command("Left leg bent at the knee!",parts[3]); let l8 = new command("Bend the right knee!",parts[3]); let l9 = new command("Right leg to the side!",parts[3]); let l10 = new command("Left leg to the side!",parts[3]); let l11 = new command("Kneel on one knee!",parts[3]); let l12 = new command("Shift your weight on left leg!",parts[3]); let l13 = new command("Shift your weight on right leg!",parts[3]); let l14 = new command("Feet close together!",parts[3]); let l15 = new command("Cross your feet!",parts[3]); let c1 = new command("Roll up your sleves!",parts[4]); let c2 = new command("Show panties!",parts[4]); let c3 = new command("Unbuckle the belt!",parts[4]); let c4 = new command("Unbutton the shirt!",parts[4]); let c5 = new command("Kick off one shoe!",parts[4]); let c6 = new command("Slip on another shoes!",parts[4]); let c7 = new command("Try on another pants!",parts[4]); let c8 = new command("Wrap the hoodie around your waist!",parts[4]); let c9 = new command("Take off your shoes!",parts[4]); let c10 = new command("Take off your pants!",parts[4]); let c11 = new command("Take off your shirt!",parts[4]); let c12 = new command("Put on a diffferent shirt!",parts[4]); let c13 = new command("Pull up trouser legs!",parts[4]); let c14 = new command("Wear a hoodie!",parts[4]); let c15 = new command("Pull up your shirt!",parts[4]); let FullCommands = [ h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6,h7,h8,h9,h10,h11,h12,h13,h14,h15, b1,b2,b3,b4,b5,b6,b7,b8,b9,b10,b11,b12,b13,b14,b15, u1,u2,u3,u4,u5,u6,u7,u8,u9,u10,u11,u12,u13,u14,u15, l1,l2,l3,l4,l5,l6,l7,l8,l9,l10,l11,l12,l13,l14,l15, c1,c2,c3,c4,c5,c6,c7,c8,c9,c10,c11,c12,c13,c14,c15 ]; let commands = FullCommands.slice(); let order = []; let userOrder = []; let colors = ["red","green","blue","orange","hotpink"]; let canChoose = false; let current = 0; let active = true; function command(txt,part){ this.txt = txt; this.part = part; } function start(count){ $("#intro").hide(); $("#end").show(); giveCommand(); for(let i=1; i<count; i++) setTimeout(giveCommand,(1000*i)); setTimeout(function(){ repeat(); },(count*1000)); } function repeat(){ if(active==true){ $("#parts").show(); canChoose = true; } } function win(){ playAgain(); $("#start").html("Good job! Try again?"); } function playAgain(){ commands = FullCommands.slice(); order = []; userOrder = []; canChoose = true; current = 0; $("#parts").hide(); $("#error").hide(); $("#commands").html(""); $("#userOrder").html(""); $("#start").show(); } function giveCommand(){ if(active==false) return; let command = commands.pluck(); //$("#commands").append(command.txt+"<br>"); let color = colors[parts.indexOf(command.part)]; $("#commands").append("<span style='color:"+color+";'>"+command.txt+"</span><br>"); order.push(command.part); } $(".choice").on("click",function(){ if(canChoose){ if (current==0) $("#userOrder").append("<br>"); let x = parseInt($(this).attr("id")); userOrder.push(parts[x]); let string = parts[x].substr(0,1).toUpperCase() + parts[x].substr(1,parts[x].length-1) + ", "; $("#userOrder").append(string); if(userOrder[current] == order[current]){ current++; if(current==order.length){ win(); } } else{ $("#parts").hide(); $("#error").show(); } } }); $("#start").on("click",function(){ $("#start").hide(); start(5); }); $("#error").on("click",function(){ playAgain(); }); $("#end").on("click",function(){ active = false; playAgain(); State.display("Model3b",this); }); }); <</script>>

<<silently>> [[Model1c]] <<set _end to function(){ State.variables.performance = 0; state.display("Model1c", this); }>> <</silently>>\ &emsp;You decided that it was enough for you. After all, it's just walking, how hard can it be? Waving your hands to get the attention of the man, who walked away for a minute, you told him you're ready. He smiled at you and told you to get to the edge of the runway to start the exam. You did as he told you, but when you reached it, something happened. [img[imgs/model/audience.jpg]] &emsp;The whole room filled with people at once. They were all staring at you, dressed in fancy clothes. They talked to each other, smiled, and apparently waited for you to perform. That was very unexpected and unpleasant surprise! Your trainer stood there, next to the platform, with a stopwatch in his hand. – //I'm going to count your time when you start walking. Keep the pace, Ms. <<print $info.surname>> and everything's gonna be alright. If you fail, get back to the start again. Now, relax and take your time. I'll click the button with your first step.// – There was no other way, than to walk as well as you could. <span id="walkingExam"> <span id="modelRunway"><div id="line"><div id="start"></div><div id="end" hidden></div></div></span> <span id="state"></span> <span id="error" style="color:red;"></span> </span> <<video "model/runway">> <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let isStarted = false; let lap = 0; let goal = 3; let time = 0; let maxtime; let countTime; let fails = 5; $("#start").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/start.jpg')"); $("#line").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/runway.jpg')"); $("#start").on("mouseover",function(){ lap++; if(lap==goal) { $("#end").css("background-color","red"); $("#end").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/end2.jpg')"); } $("#end").show(); $("#start").hide(); changeState(); if (isStarted == false){ maxtime = parseInt($("#line").css("width"))*0.04; //alert(maxtime); $("#error").html("") isStarted = true; countTime = setInterval(function(){ time++ if(time > maxtime){ time = 0; clearInterval(countTime); $("#line").mouseleave(); alert("Too slow! Once again! – shouted your trainer."); } },500); } }); $("#line").on("mouseleave",function(){ if(isStarted){ fails--; if(fails<=0) State.temporary.end(); time = 0; clearInterval(countTime); $("#end").hide(); $("#start").show(); isStarted = false; lap = 0; $("#error").html("From the start!"); $("#end").css("background-color","black"); $("#end").css("background-image","url('imgs/model/runway/end.jpg')"); } changeState(); }); $("#end").on("mouseover",function(){ if(lap<goal){ $("#start").show(); $("#end").hide(); } else { clearInterval(countTime); $("#line").off(); $("#end").hide(); $("#start").hide(); isStarted = false; State.variables.performance = 1; state.display("Model1c", this); $("#state").html("You've done it! It took you: " + time); } }); function changeState(){ $("#state").html("Lap: "+ lap + "/" + goal); } changeState(); }); <</script>> <</silently>>

<<if $performance == 1>>\ &emsp;You reached the end of the platform for the third time and suddenly everyone around disappeared, besides your trainer. He seemed very happy and he applauded you, running your way. – //You were terrific! Bravo, bravo! I didn't expect you to perform this well, you know? Perfect pace, by the way, you're a natural. There's nothing more I could teach you, babe. Let me hug you!// &emsp;Before you could say anything, he walked towards you and hugged your body closely for a long time. You tried to pat him on his back to make him let it go, but he didn't care until he finally stepped back. – //Good luck in your future life, ma'am!// – he said, and also disappeared. <<else>>\ &emsp;You tried to reach the end of the platform, when suddenly everyone around disappeared. Besides your trainer, who seemed very angry. He jumped onto the platform and walked towards you, he looked furious. – //Disaster! That's the only word I can use, it was a disaster! Tragic, horrible. Just bad! Did you even practice, you dumb girl?!// – @@.main;Fuck you!@@ – //Language, bitch. I think it's clear, but I'm not so sure what is or isn't clear to ''you'', so I'll say it anyway. You failed! Big time! Get out of my sight.// – he said, and before you replied, he also disappeared. <<endif>>\ &emsp;The whole room changed into a simple, small one once again, and you could read the messages, floating above the ground in front of your face. [[Read the messages|Model1Res]]

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT1>> <<set $performance to 1>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance == 1>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[0] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed your first test with no problems! Keep it up and you are surely going to be rich and famous. In a few moments you will feel even better with yourself. The application will show positive messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphins into your organism, as a reward for a good job. Just relax.// &emsp;A little bit of pride crawled into your heart. Maybe you were not going to do things that you like, but at least you will be good at them! The reward was interesting as well. You definitely needed help to feel better and relaxed, so you closed your eyes. At some point, you had no idea when, you lost your consciousness and fell into a dreamlike trance. <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/goodjob1">> <<video "model/goodjob2">> <<video "model/goodjob3">> <<video "model/goodjob4">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with little knowledge what just happened. You felt better, happier and more relaxed indeed. At least this part of this shitty application was useful! //We hope you had fun. Now, let's proceed.// <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your performance was too low. Nobody would like to work with such a poor model, and it's not a good thing. You should feel bad about it, you must try harder. In a few moments you will be punished, to help you associate bad behaviour with unpleasant feelings. The application will show messages to your subconsciousness and inject endorphin-blockers into your organism. Just close your eyes and wait.// &emsp;A little bit of fear crawled into your heart as you read the message. You failed this test on purpose, you had no desire to be a good <<print $final.job>>. But now you are not so sure it was a good idea. Before you could think about it more, you lost your consciousness and entered a dreamlike trance. <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/badjob1">> <<video "model/badjob2">> <<video "model/badjob3">> <<video "model/badjob4">> <<video "model/badjob5">> <<video "model/badjob6">> &emsp;Suddenly you recovered, with a little knowledge of what just happened. You felt bad, like you were going to cry. Regret of what you had done filled your mind and heart, even though you consciously think you did what you wanted. This app is fucking with your emotions! //Remember, it was mandatory to let you learn what is a good behaviour in work, and what is not. Now, let's proceed.// <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Model2">><</link>>

&emsp;A cozy room rendered around you. You were sitting on a stool, a soft cushion under your buttocks. The room's decorations and furniture made it clear that it was a woman's bedroom. [img[imgs/model/girlroom.jpg]] &emsp;As far as you could tell, you were completely alone in there. This time, taught by experience, you checked if there was anybody standing behind you. But no, you were alone. With nothing better to do, you walked through the room, looking at stuff and waiting for something to happen. Of course, you could try to open the door on your left, but you decided that if anything meaningful was going to happen, it will do it by itself. And you were right, a moment later the door opened and a girl entered the room. She was about your age, pretty and smiley. As soon as she spotted you, she said: – //I'm back! How do you like my room, <<print $info.name>>?// – @@.main;It's cozy and pretty.@@ – //Thanks! I decorated it myself, you know? I mean not literally, hot guys did it, but I designed it!// – @@.main;Had to be really expensive.@@ – //Oh yes, it was. Glad my parents paid for it, ha! Anyway, let's have some fun.// – She approached the her big TV screen and took the remote. She ordered you to sit down on a couch and wait for her. Before she left, she turned the TV on and opened the folder with movies, letting you choose. &emsp;After a while she returned with popcorn for both of you and sat next to you. Since her folder was actually full of crappy movies, you didn't choose anything, saying you couldn't decide. She chose one of them herself, you never heard its title before but it didn't sound good. The movie started and the girl ate her popcorn, obviously happy with the whole situation. Instead of focusing on the screen, you mostly just watched her. [img[imgs/model/tv.jpg]] &emsp;She wasn't the brightest star in the galaxy, but she sure looked nice. You could get away with literally staring at her because she was focusing on the movie. Quite often she looked at you, laughing or asking for your opinion, but apparently she never noticed that you didn't watch the video. &emsp;An hour later the movie finished. It wasn't the longest one, that was a plus. The girl turned off the TV and looked at you. – //I had fun. Did you?// – @@.main;Sure.@@ – //Great! Now, I wanna show you something. Wait a second.// – She went to her vanity and took a cosmetic bag. It was full of various products. She opened it in front of you and proceeded to talk about them. You politely nodded, bored as fuck. At some point she wanted your opinion, so you told her you had no idea about makeup. – //What? Seriously?// – @@.main;Yeah, why would I?@@ – //Because your face could look so much better with it!// – @@.main;Uhhh, no thanks.@@ – //Oh come one, didn't I entertain you? You said you had fun, didn't you?// – @@.main;Sure...@@ – //So now the tables turned, let me have some fun as well!// – @@.main;What do you mean?@@ – //Here, those are entirely new. I didn't use them yet. They were quite expensive and I'm so hyped to try them out! I'll let you deflower them, what do you say?// – "I surely would prefer to deflower something else. But at the same time, with an ass like that, I doubt there is anything to deflower", were your thoughts. However, instead you replied with: <span id="reply">\ <<link "No, thanks">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;No, thank you.@@ – //<<print $info.name>>! Don't do this to me! I thought we're having fun, right? I'l tell you something. Agree to that and then we'll do whatever you want, what do you say? I'll even let you... I don't know, paint my face, wear my clothes, watch another movie, or even kiss me. Hm? Please, please, please!// <<script>>$("#next").show()<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "Whatever, if you must">> <<replace "#reply">>\ – @@.main;Whatever, I guess. If you must.@@ – //What ''that'' supposed to mean?! <<print $info.name>>, I thought we're having fun! Please, have some power in you! I want you to be, you know. More engaged! I'll tell you something. Agree to that and then we'll do whatever you want, what do you say? I'll even let you... I don't know, paint my face, wear my clothes, watch another movie, or even kiss me. Hm? Please, please, please!// <<script>>$("#next").show()<</script>>\ <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span>\ <span id="next" hidden>\ &emsp;Her eyes got bigger, she crawled her hands as a pleasing kitty and tried to look as adorable as she could. It was childish, but at the same time quite sexy. And kissing her seemed like a not bad idea. You had troubles to think straight, but you replied: <span id="reply2">\ <<link "Fine! But I'll think about something cruel.">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Fine, you can do it. But I'll think about something cruel, and no chickening out?@@ – //Sure, whatever!// – @@.main;Great.@@ – You could already portray yourself pounding her mouth with your dick. – @@.main;Do what you want, then.@@ – //I'll start with a foundation. Oh gosh, I'm so excited! I love makeovers!// – She stood up and ordered you to sit at her vanity, with your back to the mirror. She didn't want to spoil her work. – You've got a very nice skin, I'll have something perfect... &emsp;For the next several minutes she was putting various products on your face. Foundation, concealer, powder, bronzer, highlighter, primer — you couldn't even remember all of those! And she seemed very experienced, telling you a lot of information about those products. You did not listen, but felt respect to her knowledge. &emsp;After some time, she looked even more excited than before. She reached for her cosmetic bag once again and pulled out a small product. – //This is my newest addition, never used before. It's a lipstick that I bought in Asia. It's supposed to last long and make your lips look adorable, I've seen photos. It will fit your skin complexion perfectly too! How cool is that?// – @@.main;Uh... cool?@@ – //Hush!// – She said and bend over your face again, with a lipstick in her hand. <span id="reply3">\ <<link "[Let her do it]">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ &emsp;You let her apply it to you, feeling very stupid but at the same time you could look her into her cleavage. It wasn't so bad, she was constantly close to your face, making you hard and happy. When she was done, she put the lipstick back and said: – //Now don't turn around. Trust me, I will know if you do. I just need to take one thing from downstairs and I'll be back.// &emsp;You followed her order. To be honest, you preferred to not see yourself right now. Your Avatar's face got changed, and in combination with heavy makeup you could literally not recognize yourself and that would be very weird. You decided to just sit and wait. It took her a few minutes, but she finally got back. She opened the door, entered and closed them behind her. – //I couldn't find it, but I—// – She stopped and looked at you. Her eyes widened in fear. – //Oh. My. God.// – @@.main;What happened?@@ – //Your... lips.. Oh fuck, what the hell was in that lipstick?// – @@.main;What the fuck do you mean, I don't feel anything.@@ – //They are swollen as hell! Like this!// – she pouted her lips heavily, to show you what she meant. [img[imgs/model/swollen.jpg]] – //I'm so fucking sorry! I shouldn't have try it on you first! God, what do we do?! Should I call the ambulance? Are you going to die?!// &emsp;You quickly turned around to see yourself in the mirror, expecting the worst. But nothing changed. Besides the fact, that your new Avatar's face was way different than your original one, you looked the same as before. No makeup, no swollen lips. However, before you could say that to the girl, everything disappeared again. This section of simulation ended. Again, you stood there on a piece of a white floor, waiting for another scenario to load. [[Continue|Model2c]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "You know what? Stop it.">> <<replace "#reply3">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ – @@.main;I changed my mind@@ – You placed your hand on hers. – @@.main;I don't want you to do that.@@ – //What? Now, when I'm almost ready?// – @@.main;Just stop, okay?@@ – //Fine! I'll stop! I'll stop being nice to you, you grumbling bitch!// – She put back the lipstick and stood up. You raised your eyebrows. – //Get the fuck out of my house!// Dumbfounded, you finally followed her order and walked towards the door, but before you grasped the knob, it disappeared. Along with everything else around you, including the girl. Again, you stood there on a piece of a white floor, waiting for another scenario to load. [[Continue|Model2c]] <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span>\ <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "I repeat - no thanks. Maybe another time.">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=20>>\ – @@.main;No. I'm sorry but I don't want to. Could we do something else?@@ – //No. I'm so sorry, but we can't.// – she mocked your way of speaking. – //If you don't want to be nice to someone who's trying to be kind to you — then fuck you.// – You raised your eyebrows. – //Yes, you heard me right. Fuck you! Get out of my house, at once, you boring bitch!// – she aggressively stood up and pointed at the door. Dumbfounded, you finally followed her order and walked towards the door, but before you grasped the knob, it disappeared. Along with everything else around you, including the girl. Again, you stood there on a piece of a white floor, waiting for another scenario to load. [[Continue|Model2c]] <</replace>> <</link>>\ </span>\ </span>\

&emsp;The surroundings looked like a park again, but this time it was a night. A few street lamps illuminated the pavement, but you could hardly see anything further away. You turned around to see if there was anyone around you, but again seen no one. This time it lasted for quite some time. You decided to take a walk, because nothing was happening. Finally, you heard someone's laughter and you turned to see them. Two guys, more than hundred meters away from you, wearing hoodies and looking rather dangerous, were looking at you. – Hello, birdie! – Shouted one of them, and you could easily hear that they are up to no good. They walked toward you. <span id="reply">\ <<link "[Run away]">> <<replace "#reply">>\ &emsp;Without thinking much, you turned around and ran. As fast as you could, you moved one leg next to the other, trying hard to lose the tail. Unfortunately, you could hear the men running as well. A constant patter of their feet reminded you that you cannot slow down. There was no place to hide, the park seemed like it will never end. &emsp;Suddenly, you tripped. With no idea what your foot collided with on a straight pavement, you simply flew forward to meet the ground beneath you. You didn't manage to cover yourself with hands appropriately, and your face hit the pavement with significant force. With horror, you watched a couple of teeth flying in front of you. You could still hear the men running, closer and closer. Hand of yours touched your mouth to feel the damage, but you couldn't feel any shortages, all of your teeth were in place. Before you realized what was happening, the area disappeared and you showed up in a basic white room again. [[Test finished|Model2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "[Stay where you are]">> <<replace "#reply">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ &emsp;You decided to stay where you are. Those guys looked like someone you couldn't outrun anyway, and maybe there was a chance to talk yourself out of it. If anything will get messy, you can always try to scream for help, if there was anyone nearby anyway. &emsp;Both men finally approached you. You didn't notice it from the distance, but they were shirtless. Their big, bulky muscles told you that staying here was a good idea — they would probably outrun you with ease. [img[imgs/model/thugs.jpg]] – //What a lonely girl like you does so late in the night here?// – asked one of them, and smiled in a creepy way. – @@.main;At first, I'm not a girl...@@ – you replied, but as you assumed before, hooligans did not react at all, as if they didn't hear you. The simulation was really programmed only for women. – @@.main;And I don't know, really.@@ – //It might be dangerous here at this hour.// – said the other. – //At least for a chick like you.// – //Yeah, but it's not dangerous for us!// – the first one flexed his impressive big muscles. – //We can protect you.// – @@.main;I don't need your protection.@@ – //Oh don't you? I see at least two men who would gladly assault you, hotty.// – //Hahahaha!// – the other laughed, it sounded like a terrified donkey. – //Yeah, at least two!// – @@.main;Listen guys, I'll just leave right now.@@ – You said and turned around, but one of them grabbed your shoulder and powerfully turned you back, to face them. – //I don't think so, bitch.// – //Yeah, not so fast.// – //Let me put that straight, because maybe your big tits ate your brain.// – //Hahahaha!// – //You're going to pleasure us, and then you're free. Otherwise your own mother won't recognize you. How that sounds?// – //I bet it sounds awesome!// &emsp;And so this happened. You could not fight those bulky bastards, that was obvious. Running away at this point was pointless, if you didn't do it before, now it was an even worse idea. But if there was anyone around... <span id="reply2">\ <<link "[Stay quiet]">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ <<set $performance+=10>>\ &emsp;You stayed quiet, too afraid to do anything. One of the guys placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed. Even though you tried your best, you had to kneel if you didn't want him to crush your arms. – //Too dumb to understand simple commands, that's okay. We'll help you through.// – //Hahahaha! Yeah, we'll help!// – //Open our pants and get to your job. Don't even fucking hesitate or we'll break your arms, capiche?// &emsp;With trembling hands you tried to unzip their pants, but you couldn't find the grip with sweaty palm. Impatient guys just unzipped themselves and whipped out their cocks in front of you. They told you to grab them and give them a good handjob, both at once. They said that blowjob wouldn't be fair, because one always gets less attention. [img[imgs/model/thugscocks.jpg]] &emsp;You looked at those enormous dicks, dumbfounded. Mind was screaming to run away, the other part screamed that it was just a simulation. But unfortunately, VW was a very vivid place, and those two cocks in front of you didn't look fake at all. You couldn't force yourself to do anything, until one of the guys grabbed your hair. – //Better fucking start, bitch.// &emsp;At this point, you had no other choice. You slowly grabbed them both, with each hand, and stroke them without a proper rhythm. They were not very patient indeed, so they quickly forced you to do a better job, guiding your hands and threatening with further punishments. — //We can always spit roast you, bitch. That's what you want?// — they said, and it was enough for you to make some more effort. In no time you were fapping them both, as well as you were able to. <<video "model/handjob">> &emsp;At some point they got more vocal. They kept telling you to keep going and don't stop, or to increase the pace. Fortunately, right before one of them ejaculated, everything disappeared and you stood again in a basic white room. But the touch of dicks in your hand didn't leave your memory for a few more minutes. [[Test finished|Model2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "[Scream for help]">> <<replace "#reply2">>\ – @@.main;Help! Assault! Help, anyone!@@ – You screamed, partially with hope that the mere fact of fighting back will shoo the thugs away. Unfortunately it didn't. Yes, they looked around, a slight bit of fear crawled on their faces, but when no one answered, they smiled again. – //That was a huge mistake, bitch.// – said one, while the other hit you right in the stomach. You literally folded in half, almost puking yourself right away. Before you recovered, some knee hit your face and everything went black. But only for a second, because you almost immediately showed up in the basic, white room again. Hooligans were gone, and you felt fine. [[Test finished|Model2Res]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\ <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT2>> <<set $performance to 300>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance>=40>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[1] to 1>>\ //Congratulations, you passed the second test. You understand that your looks are all you have. Without being pretty, you won't be a successful <<print $final.job>>. Protect yourself at all costs. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is, of course, a reward! Please relax.// <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/modelgoodjob1">> <<video "model/goodjob11">> <<video "model/goodjob12">> <<video "model/goodjob13">> <<video "model/goodjob14">> <<video "model/goodjob15">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended, this time you didn't remember much either. It filled you with joy and pride, you felt like you achieved something great in your life. The sensation was very weird, but pleasant. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, your result is too low to pass the test. You missed the most important part of your training - protect your looks. Even if it makes people hate you or humiliate you, you will have to protect them. Otherwise you won't be successful. You need to understand it and live with that in mind. As before, at the end of the test a reward or a punishment awaits you. In this case it is obviously a punishment. Remember, it is delivered not to harm you, but to help you learn from your mistakes. Please wait.// <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/badjob11">> <<video "model/badjob12">> <<video "model/badjob13">> <<video "model/badjob14">> <<video "model/modelbadjob1">> &emsp;Once again the trance ended. It left you with a feeling that something bad happened in your life. As if you lost something or failed someone important. But again, you did not remember anything of what happened during the trance. You didn't like it at all! <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "Model3">><</link>>

<<silently>>[[Model3c]]<</silently>>\ <span id="intro">\ – //You think you're ready? Up to you, really. Now we'll do exactly the same thing, but this time I won't show you what to do. Just listen to my commands and act accordingly. Understood?// – @@.main;I think so.@@ – //One more thing. I will keep repeating myself, but at your exam—// – @@.main;Of course there is an exam.@@ – //Yes, there is. At your exam you will have to remember what to do. Every command will be given only once. Now, let's start practising. Are you ready?// </span>\ \ <span id="end" style="cursor: pointer; color: darkorchid; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" hidden>I'm done with this.<br><br></span>\ \ <span id="commands"></span>\ \ <span id="parts" hidden>\ <span id="0head" class="choice" style="color: red; cursor:pointer;"><br>Choose: Head</span> <span id="1body" class="choice" style="color: green; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Body</span> <span id="2upper" class="choice" style="color: blue; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Upper limbs</span> <span id="3lower" class="choice" style="color: orange; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Lower limbs</span> <span id="4clothes" class="choice" style="color: hotpink; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Clothes</span> </span>\ <span id="userOrder"></span>\ <span id="error" style="font-weight: bold; color: darkorchid; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;" hidden><br><br>Wrong order! Click to play again.</span>\ \ <span id="start" style="cursor: pointer; color: darkorchid; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Start</span>\ <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let parts = ["head","body","upper limbs","lower limbs","clothes"]; let h1 = new command("Chin higher!",parts[0]); let h2 = new command("Head to the left!",parts[0]); let h3 = new command("Head to the right!",parts[0]); let h4 = new command("Lower your head!",parts[0]); let h5 = new command("Smile wide, show teeth!",parts[0]); let h6 = new command("Smile, with closed mouth!",parts[0]); let h7 = new command("Raise one eyebrow!",parts[0]); let h8 = new command("Raise your eyebrows!",parts[0]); let h9 = new command("Keep a straight face!",parts[0]); let h10 = new command("Open your mouth!",parts[0]); let h11 = new command("Stick out your tongue!",parts[0]); let h12 = new command("Touch the hair!",parts[0]); let h13 = new command("Wink!",parts[0]); let h14 = new command("Close your eyes!",parts[0]); let h15 = new command("Open eyes wide!",parts[0]); let b1 = new command("Bend over!",parts[1]); let b2 = new command("Stay straight!",parts[1]); let b3 = new command("Push your butt out!",parts[1]); let b4 = new command("Push your tits forward!",parts[1]); let b5 = new command("Lean to the side!",parts[1]); let b6 = new command("Shake those tits!",parts[1]); let b7 = new command("Pull in your stomach!",parts[1]); let b8 = new command("Raise your hips!",parts[1]); let b9 = new command("Lower your hips!",parts[1]); let b10 = new command("Turn to the left!",parts[1]); let b11 = new command("Turn to the right!",parts[1]); let b12 = new command("Turn back!",parts[1]); let b13 = new command("Stand sideways to the camera!",parts[1]); let b14 = new command("Stand further!",parts[1]); let b15 = new command("Come closer!",parts[1]); let u1 = new command("Right arm up!",parts[2]); let u2 = new command("Bend left wrist!",parts[2]); let u3 = new command("Left hand on a hip!",parts[2]); let u4 = new command("Right hand on a hip!",parts[2]); let u5 = new command("Grab your boobs with both hands!",parts[2]); let u6 = new command("Left arm up!",parts[2]); let u7 = new command("Bend right wrist!",parts[2]); let u8 = new command("Right arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u9 = new command("Left arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u10 = new command("Keep left arm in front of you!",parts[2]); let u11 = new command("Raise right arm in front of you!",parts[2]); let u12 = new command("Put left palm on your face!",parts[2]); let u13 = new command("Put a finger on your lips!",parts[2]); let u14 = new command("Make a victory sign with one hand!",parts[2]); let u15 = new command("Slap your butt with both hands!",parts[2]); let l1 = new command("Right leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l2 = new command("Left leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l3 = new command("Right leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l4 = new command("Left leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l5 = new command("Left leg higher!",parts[3]); let l6 = new command("Right leg higher!",parts[3]); let l7 = new command("Left leg bent at the knee!",parts[3]); let l8 = new command("Bend the right knee!",parts[3]); let l9 = new command("Right leg to the side!",parts[3]); let l10 = new command("Left leg to the side!",parts[3]); let l11 = new command("Kneel on one knee!",parts[3]); let l12 = new command("Shift your weight on left leg!",parts[3]); let l13 = new command("Shift your weight on right leg!",parts[3]); let l14 = new command("Feet close together!",parts[3]); let l15 = new command("Cross your feet!",parts[3]); let c1 = new command("Roll up your sleves!",parts[4]); let c2 = new command("Show panties!",parts[4]); let c3 = new command("Unbuckle the belt!",parts[4]); let c4 = new command("Unbutton the shirt!",parts[4]); let c5 = new command("Kick off one shoe!",parts[4]); let c6 = new command("Slip on another shoes!",parts[4]); let c7 = new command("Try on another pants!",parts[4]); let c8 = new command("Wrap the hoodie around your waist!",parts[4]); let c9 = new command("Take off your shoes!",parts[4]); let c10 = new command("Take off your pants!",parts[4]); let c11 = new command("Take off your shirt!",parts[4]); let c12 = new command("Put on a diffferent shirt!",parts[4]); let c13 = new command("Pull up trouser legs!",parts[4]); let c14 = new command("Wear a hoodie!",parts[4]); let c15 = new command("Pull up your shirt!",parts[4]); let FullCommands = [ h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6,h7,h8,h9,h10,h11,h12,h13,h14,h15, b1,b2,b3,b4,b5,b6,b7,b8,b9,b10,b11,b12,b13,b14,b15, u1,u2,u3,u4,u5,u6,u7,u8,u9,u10,u11,u12,u13,u14,u15, l1,l2,l3,l4,l5,l6,l7,l8,l9,l10,l11,l12,l13,l14,l15, c1,c2,c3,c4,c5,c6,c7,c8,c9,c10,c11,c12,c13,c14,c15 ]; let commands = FullCommands.slice(); let order = []; let userOrder = []; let canChoose = false; let current = 0; let active = true; function command(txt,part){ this.txt = txt; this.part = part; } function start(count){ $("#intro").hide(); $("#end").show(); giveCommand(); for(let i=1; i<count; i++) setTimeout(giveCommand,(1000*i)); setTimeout(function(){ repeat(); },(count*1000)); } function repeat(){ if(active==true){ $("#parts").show(); canChoose = true; } } function win(){ playAgain(); $("#start").html("Good job! Try again?"); } function playAgain(){ commands = FullCommands.slice(); order = []; userOrder = []; canChoose = true; current = 0; $("#parts").hide(); $("#error").hide(); $("#commands").html(""); $("#userOrder").html(""); $("#start").show(); } function giveCommand(){ if(active==false) return; let command = commands.pluck(); $("#commands").append(command.txt+"<br>"); order.push(command.part); } $(".choice").on("click",function(){ if(canChoose){ if (current==0) $("#userOrder").append("<br>"); let x = parseInt($(this).attr("id")); userOrder.push(parts[x]); let string = parts[x].substr(0,1).toUpperCase() + parts[x].substr(1,parts[x].length-1) + ", "; $("#userOrder").append(string); if(userOrder[current] == order[current]){ current++; if(current==order.length){ win(); } } else{ $("#parts").hide(); $("#error").show(); } } }); $("#start").on("click",function(){ $("#start").hide(); start(5); }); $("#error").on("click",function(){ playAgain(); }); $("#end").on("click",function(){ active = false; playAgain(); State.display("Model3c",this); }); }); <</script>>

<span id="intro">\ – //Great! Now it is time for your exam. As I said, you will have to remember my commands, I won't be repeating them if you forgot what to do. You had enough practice possibilities to become prepared for it, I think. Tell me when you're ready.// </span>\ \ <span id="commands"></span>\ \ <span id="parts" hidden>\ <span id="0head" class="choice" style="color: red; cursor:pointer;"><br>Choose: Head</span> <span id="1body" class="choice" style="color: green; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Body</span> <span id="2upper" class="choice" style="color: blue; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Upper limbs</span> <span id="3lower" class="choice" style="color: orange; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Lower limbs</span> <span id="4clothes" class="choice" style="color: hotpink; cursor:pointer;">Choose: Clothes</span> </span>\ <span id="userOrder"></span>\ <span id="error" style="font-weight: bold; color: darkorchid; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;" hidden><br><br>Wrong order! You can still try again.</span>\ \ <span id="start" style="cursor: pointer; color: darkorchid; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Start</span>\ <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let parts = ["head","body","upper limbs","lower limbs","clothes"]; let h1 = new command("Head to the left!",parts[0]); let h2 = new command("Head to the right!",parts[0]); let h3 = new command("Lower your head!",parts[0]); let h4 = new command("Smile wide!",parts[0]); let h5 = new command("Keep a straight face!",parts[0]); let h6 = new command("Open your mouth!",parts[0]); let h7 = new command("Stick out your tongue!",parts[0]); let h8 = new command("Close your eyes!",parts[0]); let h9 = new command("Open eyes wide!",parts[0]); let b1 = new command("Stay straight!",parts[1]); let b2 = new command("Butt out!",parts[1]); let b3 = new command("Tits forward!",parts[1]); let b4 = new command("Shake tits!",parts[1]); let b5 = new command("Turn yourself to the left!",parts[1]); let b6 = new command("Turn yourself to the right!",parts[1]); let u1 = new command("Right arm up!",parts[2]); let u2 = new command("Left arm up!",parts[2]); let u3 = new command("Right arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u4 = new command("Left arm loosely!",parts[2]); let u5 = new command("Raise right arm in front of you!",parts[2]); let u6 = new command("Make a victory sign with one hand!",parts[2]); let u7 = new command("Clap your hands!",parts[2]); let l1 = new command("Right leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l2 = new command("Left leg to the front!",parts[3]); let l3 = new command("Right leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l4 = new command("Left leg to the back!",parts[3]); let l5 = new command("Left leg higher!",parts[3]); let l6 = new command("Right leg higher!",parts[3]); let l7 = new command("Left leg bent at the knee!",parts[3]); let l8 = new command("Bend the right knee!",parts[3]); let l9 = new command("Right leg to the side!",parts[3]); let l10 = new command("Left leg to the side!",parts[3]); let c1 = new command("Show panties!",parts[4]); let c2 = new command("Unbuckle the belt!",parts[4]); let c3 = new command("Unbutton the shirt!",parts[4]); let c4 = new command("Slip on another shoes!",parts[4]); let c5 = new command("Try on another pants!",parts[4]); let c6 = new command("Take off your shoes!",parts[4]); let c7 = new command("Take off your pants!",parts[4]); let c8 = new command("Take off your shirt!",parts[4]); let c9 = new command("Put on a diffferent shirt!",parts[4]); let c10 = new command("Wear a hoodie!",parts[4]); let c11 = new command("Pull up your shirt!",parts[4]); let FullCommands = [ h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6,h7,h8,h9, b1,b2,b3,b4,b5,b6, u1,u2,u3,u4,u5,u6,u7, l1,l2,l3,l4,l5,l6,l7,l8,l9,l10, c1,c2,c3,c4,c5,c6,c7,c8,c9,c10,c11 ]; let commands = FullCommands.slice(); let order = []; let userOrder = []; let canChoose = false; let current = 0; let error = 0; let rounds = 2; let active = true; function command(txt,part){ this.txt = txt; this.part = part; } function start(count){ $("#intro").hide(); $("#end").show(); giveCommand(); for(let i=1; i<count; i++) setTimeout(giveCommand,(2000*i)); setTimeout(function(){ $("#commands").html(""); repeat(); },(count*2000)); } function repeat(){ if(active==true){ $("#parts").show(); canChoose = true; } } function win(){ rounds--; if(rounds<=0){ playAgain(); active = false; State.variables.performance = 1; $("#start").hide(); $("#win").show(); //State.display("Model3Res",this); } else { $("#start").html("Good job! Once again."); playAgain(); } } function playAgain(){ commands = FullCommands.slice(); order = []; userOrder = []; canChoose = true; current = 0; $("#parts").hide(); $("#error").hide(); $("#commands").html(""); $("#userOrder").html(""); $("#start").show(); } function giveCommand(){ if(active==false) return; $("#commands").html(""); let command = commands.pluck(); $("#commands").append(command.txt+"<br>"); order.push(command.part); } $(".choice").on("click",function(){ if(canChoose){ if (current==0) $("#userOrder").append("<br>"); let x = parseInt($(this).attr("id")); userOrder.push(parts[x]); let string = parts[x].substr(0,1).toUpperCase() + parts[x].substr(1,parts[x].length-1) + ", "; $("#userOrder").append(string); if(userOrder[current] == order[current]){ current++; if(current==order.length){ win(); } } else{ error++; $("#parts").hide(); if(error>2) $("#error").html("<br>Wrong order! It was your last chance!"); $("#error").show(); } } }); $("#start").on("click",function(){ $("#start").hide(); start(3); }); $("#error").on("click",function(){ if(error<=2){ playAgain(); $("#start").click(); } else { playAgain(); active = false; State.variables.performance = 0; $("#start").hide(); $("#lose").show(); //State.display("Model3Res",this); } }); }); <</script>>\ <span id="win" hidden>\ <<video "model/pro1">> <<video "model/pro2">> &emsp;Kind of sweaty from all that work, you finally did not hear another command. The test finished. – //Good job, darling. It was good enough, really. You're going to go far. I would like to work with you, you know? You can be proud of yourself.// &emsp;You did not answer, because he started to disappear, like everything else around you. The photo shoot was over and you could finally relax. Catching your breath, you noticed that your clothes returned to their original form as well. A basic white room rendered around you once again. [[End the test|Model3Res]]</span>\ <span id="lose" hidden>\ [img[imgs/model/noob1.jpg]]\ [img[imgs/model/noob2.jpg]] &emsp;You did not hear another command, but you could see photographer's angry face in front of you, when he stood up next to his gear. – //It was terrible, girl. Too slow, too uncoordinated, and you didn't really know what you were doing. With such attitude and lack of concentration you won't get far, you know? I hope we won't meet again, and good luck with your future.// &emsp;You did not answer, because he started to disappear, like everything else around you. The photo shoot was over and you could finally relax. Catching your breath, you noticed that your clothes returned to their original form as well. A basic white room rendered around you once again. [[End the test|Model3Res]]</span>\

<<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<if $cheatsT3>> <<set $performance to 1>> <<else>> <<set $performance to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\ \ <<if $performance == 1>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.skills[2] to 1>>\ //Good job! You learned how to pose, and precisely execute the commands of a photographer. This will make your job as a <<print $final.job>> immensely easier and more satisfying. Congratulation, you can be proud of yourself. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Please, relax.// <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/goodjob21">> <<video "model/goodjob22">> <<video "model/modelgoodjob3">> <<video "model/goodjob23">> <<video "model/goodjob24">> <<video "model/goodjob25">> &emsp;Even though the whole thing highly disturbed you, you couldn't deny how pleasant it felt now after the trance. A thought crossed your mind, that someone as smart as you are wouldn't get manipulated anyway. "So maybe there's nothing wrong with a little bit of relaxation anyway", you concluded. <<else>>\ //Unfortunately, you failed. Either your memory is flawed or your concentration lackluster. In both cases your future doesn't look bright, you should work on that if you want to become a successful <<print $final.job>>. Posing and precisely executing the commands of the photographers is the most important skill for you. As before, your performance will not be left without a conclusion. Just wait.// <<video "model/closedEyes">> <<video "model/modelbadjob2">> <<video "model/badjob22">> <<video "model/modelbadjob3">> <<video "model/badjob23">> <<video "model/badjob24">> <<video "model/badjob25">> <<video "model/badjob26">> <<video "model/badjob27">> <<video "model/badjob28">> &emsp;The whole experience was very disturbing. You couldn't believe that it helped you in any way, because indeed you felt really bad right now. But maybe you were overthinking this? Overreacting, because you simply couldn't understand it. "Maybe I'm just not smart enough for that", you concluded. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "MakeupTraining1">><</link>>

//There will be no more tests for you, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. The next step is the last one as well. All that's left is a short questionnaire about your preferences. It will serve as an addition to the first one you took at the beginning of your adventure with the Almost Ready application. Relax and answer the questions.// &emsp;"Finally! No more goddamn tests.", you thought. "But reminding me about that first test, that ruined my life? Not fair...". After a few seconds, the first question appeared. [[Look at it it|Accessories2]]

<<silently>>[[MakeupTraining2b]]<</silently>>\ <img id="lipstick" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipstick.jpg" alt="lipstick">\ \ <img id="eyebrows" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrows.jpg" alt="eyebrows">\ \ <img id="curler" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/curler.jpg" alt="curler">\ \ <img id="lipgloss" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipgloss.jpg" alt="lipgloss">\ \ <img id="mascara" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/mascara.jpg" alt="mascara">\ \ <img id="eyeshadow" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadow.jpg" alt="eyeshadow">\ \ <img id="eyeliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeliner.jpg" alt="eyeliner">\ \ <img id="bronzer" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/bronzer.jpg" alt="bronzer">\ \ <img id="foundation" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/foundation.jpg" alt="foundation">\ \ <img id="powder" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/powder.jpg" alt="powder">\ \ <img id="eyeshadowblender" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadowblender.jpg" alt="eyeshadowblender">\ \ <img id="lipliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipliner.jpg" alt="lipliner">\ \ <img id="highlighter" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/highlighter.jpg" alt="highlighter">\ \ <img id="eyebrowscontour" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrowscontour.jpg" alt="eyebrowscontour">\ \ <img id="blush" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/blush.jpg" alt="blush">\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

<<set $performance to 0>>\ //Congratulation! You finished the most important lessons already. The next thing waiting for you is the makeup training. You need to be able to take care of yourself to look decent in your new job as a <<print $final.job>>. It will be a long lesson, because makeup is not an easy thing, yet very important. Try to focus and learn as much as you can, or you'll embarrass yourself at work! Good luck, we believe you're going to be a beautiful <<print $final.job>>.// &emsp;"For fuck's sake... I so much hoped it won't happen", you thought. Painting your face in makeup was one of the most embarrassing things you could do on your own. Of course, there were many men who use makeup, but only to prepare their faces to look good in videos. And you were pretty convinced that your training won't end on a little bit of powder and a natural looking lipstick. "Let's end this suffering", you concluded, before clicking the button. [[Click OK and load the makeup training|MakeupTraining1a]]

&emsp;A rather small room rendered around you, containing a big vanity and even bigger one on the opposite side of the room. The bigger desk was also covered in many mirrors, more than it seemed logical. Additionally, there was a woman standing there, reflecting in all those mirrors behind her. She smiled at you. Her skin was very shiny, lips full and hair gathered in a bun behind her head. Her eyes were covered in a professionally made makeup, making her look like a doll. She was wearing a small tube top, it lets you look at her cleavage and admire her round breasts. At the bottom she wore a skirt and high heels. [img[imgs/makeup/makeupartist.jpg]] &emsp;You couldn't turn your eyes away from her, she was a really beautiful woman, but at some point she finally spoke to you. Her voice was matching her appearance. – //Hello, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>. I'm here to teach you everything about makeup. I'm going to assume you know nothing of that matter, even if you do. This way I can be sure that you're going to have a strong basis and not rely on, possibly incorrect, previous behaviours. Is this okay?// – @@.main;Sure, whatever.@@ – //Great! Firstly, listen to me: those lessons are not easy. And they take time. Makeup is something that you can easily start using, but is very hard to master. Focus, watch me, listen to what I say and try to keep up with everything.// – @@.main;Okay, sexy.@@ – //That was the introduction, now we're starting the training. The first subject is your tools. As you can see, there are brushes and other things laying on my desk.// – Indeed, at the center of the bigger vanity there were a dozen of makeup tools. – //I'm going to tell you which is which, and when to use them. Sit here and let's start.// – She pointed at a stool near her desk. [[Sit and listen.|MakeupTraining1b]]

<span id="bg">\ &emsp;You sat close to where she was standing... <<link "Do your best to focus">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ &emsp;You sat close to where she was standing. If she wouldn't be an Automatically Controlled Avatar, you'd feel the warmth of her body. Penis of yours got slightly excited anyway, because of her flat tummy, nice thighs and a big butt next to your head. She sorted the tools first, and then sat on the other stool next to you. She picked the first brush. – //This is called a foundation brush. As the name implies, it is used to apply foundation. Not just //a// foundation, but a liquid one. Today we're not going to use any other kind of foundation, so it is your main tool for that matter.// – @@.main;Why does it matter to use that one?@@ – you asked. For all you care, any brush should be able to gather and apply any kind of product, right? – //In theory, it doesn't. Almost every brush can be multi-purpose. If you're stubborn enough, you could do the whole makeup with only one or two brushes. But you're not here to use workarounds, rather learn how to do your makeup properly.// – @@.main;So... it doesn't really matter what I use?@@ – //It does! In future, you can experiment on your own and find the brushes you like the most. You see, every brush has its pros and cons, and you need to know them. For example, this foundation brush is semi-flat and long, which makes it perfect for applying a liquid foundation and achieve a smooth layer of the product. Today I will expect you not only to just do your makeup, but to apply everything in the right order and with the right tools. Is that clear?// – @@.main;Yeah...@@ – //Good. Now let me repeat, this is a foundation brush.// – she ordered you to take it and see it up close. <img id="foundation" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/foundation.jpg" alt="foundation"> – //Remember, its flat and long, looking a bit like a tongue, to help you with liquid foundation. The next tool is a powder brush. In theory we should consider a concealer as well, but we're going to skip it, since your skin is in a very good shape, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>.// – @@.main;Um... thanks I guess.@@ – You were surprised by this, but felt a bit flattered. Not that you did anything to help your skin though, it was probably the result of the Almost Ready application itself. – //A powder brush is used to apply powder.// – @@.main;No shit.@@ – //Yes, the names are often pretty descriptive. Nonetheless, look at its flat top. Thanks to this you can apply layers of powder with ease, make it evenly spread across your skin and even brush off the excess easily.// <img id="powder" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/powder.jpg" alt="powder"> – //That round brush next to it is actually a blush brush, but this one is perfect for applying bronzer.// – @@.main;What is a bronzer?@@ – You heard about foundations, and everybody knows that girls go to "powder their noses" in toilets, but your knowledge doesn't go much further. – //We're going to talk about it later, in brief it's used to darken parts of your skin. Anyway, to achieve the best effects, you should always use this brush to apply bronzer. Use short strokes in one direction, when using it.// <img id="bronzer" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/bronzer.jpg" alt="bronzer"> – //Next one looks weirder.// – @@.main;Indeed it does, what's that for? Looks like an Asian fan, is it used when you get too hot?@@ – You were completely aware that your joke was brutally unfunny, but her beautiful face was blocking your brain from thinking straight. – //Close, because indeed it is called a fan brush. Due to its shape, you can use vertical swipes in your nose area, covering the skin evenly with ease. It is used to apply highlighter.// – @@.main;What the fuck are you talking about...@@ – //You'll see. Just keep in mind it is used for highlighting.// <img id="highlighter" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/highlighter.jpg" alt="highlighter"> – //Next one is very similar to the bronzer brush, because it is also a blush brush. This brush though, is angled, which makes it better at stroking your cheeks with a blush. You're going to need to learn where to apply them, and it's not always just a cheekbone, but it depends on your facial structure. Anyway, the angled brush is used for blush, okay?// – @@.main;Sure, whatever. Is it really necessary to use so much products? Not like you know, a lipstick and we're done?@@ – //Yes, of course it is. You can look good without a makeup, or with a lipstick. But you will look way more professional and just simply better with a properly done makeup that fits your face, trust me.// – @@.main;*Sigh*...@@.main; – //Let me repeat, it's a blush brush.// <img id="blush" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/blush.jpg" alt="blush"> – //After you're done with your skin, you should start brushing your eyebrows next.// – @@.main;What for?@@ – //To make them even.// – @@.main;They are already even.@@ – //No, they are not. They are always a bit messy, and you don't want that when contouring them. To make them evenly spread and looking near, you need to use the eyebrow brush. It is just a small brush, spirally shaped, to let you spin it in your hands to help style your eyebrows.// <img id="eyebrows" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrows.jpg" alt="eyebrows"> – //After you're done with brushing them, you need to contour your eyebrows. They look good already, but many times the rest of your makeup will be visible enough to overshine your eyebrows. In such case it won't look good, therefore you should always accentuate their shape and colour. Additionally it will make them look even more even and styled. Don't overdo it, though. One of the worst mistakes made by many women, it can destroy your whole look easily.// – @@.main;Not like I really care, but you didn't say which tool is used for that.@@ – //Oh, right, sorry. It's this one. It is angled and flat to help you draw thin lines and contour eyebrows with ease. It is called eyebrows brush as well, or an angled eyebrow brush. But there are many other shapes good for that task. In future you can find your favourite, today just stick to this one.// <img id="eyebrowscontour" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrowscontour.jpg" alt="eyebrowscontour"> – //That's all.// – @@.main;What? Great, I thought I will—@@ – //No, no! I mean that's all for your eyebrows. Only those two brushes.// – @@.main;Oh. Yeah, awesome...@@ – //Next are eyes.// – @@.main;Why not lips or anything else, by the way?@@ – //Because you could smear your lipstick while doing your eyes, which is impossible in reverse order. Anyway, You need to start with an eyeshadow. You're going to use several colours, some of them are better applied with different brushes and ideally you should use a different brush for every colour. But for now, just stick to that one, it's a standard eyeshadow brush.// <img id="eyeshadow" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadow.jpg" alt="eyeshadow"> – //After applying it, it's critical to blend it.// – @@.main;Isn't that counter productive to smear it around?@@ – //No, because sharp edges, unless you really know what you're doing, look awful and unprofessional. You need to blend literally every colour you used. After that it's sometimes critical to apply another layer of a colour, to make it more apparent, and blend it slightly again, but it depends on a product. Blending is very important, skipping this part will make you look like a 15 year old girl who just started using makeup. You don't want that, do you?// – @@.main;I don't want anything of that, to be honest...@@ – //Here, take a good look. It's a blending blush.// <img id="eyeshadowblender" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadowblender.jpg" alt="eyeshadowblender"> – //Do you like thick, or more natural eyelines?// – @@.main;What do you mean?@@ – //I mean the eyeliner, you prefer it thick or thinner?// – @@.main;Um, I don't know? Your eyes look beautiful.@@ – //I don't have a an eyeliner today. I will assume you have no strong preference. I'm asking, because the next brush is not very great to apply very thin eyelines. It's not impossible, but it's way better at making a bit thicker lines. It's called an eyeliner brush and obviously is small. Take a good look, it's important to take advantage of its shape, to hold it at a certain angle to achieve perfect lines.// <img id="eyeliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeliner.jpg" alt="eyeliner"> – //After that, you need to wait a few moments for the eyeliner to set. If you're using a brush, it doesn't really matter, but liquid eyeliners have to dry first, otherwise they can be very easily smeared. And the next tool is, unfortunately, perfect for destroying your lines if they didn't set properly. It's our first non-brush tool, it's called a curler. You need to use it before applying mascara, to make your eyelashes more curved.// – @@.main;I won't let it near my fucking eyes.@@ – //Yes, you will. First, you need to warm it up. The best way to do it, is to place it between your breasts while waiting for your eyeliner to set, like this.// &emsp;She pushed the tool between her round breasts and let you see them closely. Your dick got immediately hard, you wanted to grab her assets right there, but you stopped yourself at the very last moment. She pulled the tool out. – @@.main;I don't have a—@@ – You wanted to say you don't have breasts to do that, but they you realised, that you unfortunately did have them now. Cringing inside, you spoke no more. – //When it's warm, just stick your lashes through this hole and close it firmly. Don't push too hard, but don't be too gentle either. After a few seconds your lashed will go up for a few seconds. That's how you use eyelash curler.// <img id="curler" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/curler.jpg" alt="curler"> – //Immediately after, because the effect lasts for a very short time, you need to apply the mascara. This way the product will hold the lashes in their position, more or less, making them curled for many hours, instead of mere seconds. Open the bottle, please.// – You grabbed and opened a yellow bottle with a mascara, to see the little brush at the end of it. – //That's the mascara brush. You need to make sure there isn't too much of a product on it, smear it back to the bottle if so. Don't pump it in! Oxygen makes it dry faster, just screw it in again, and unscrew after. Apply only one, at most two layers of the mascara on your eyelashes, spinning the brush in your hands to help it cover it all and curve it even more. Be careful to not touch your already painted eyes, you'll leave a mark and will have to fix it. I'll show you how to do it later, now just remember it's this brush. Don't mix it up with an eyebrow brush, they are quite similar.// <img id="mascara" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/mascara.jpg" alt="mascara"> – //You are done!// – @@.main;I won't be fooled again, it's not the end, isn't it?@@ – //Of course not, but there's no more for the eyes. But it's our last stop — lips. To make them look perfect, as perfect as possible, first you need to create a shape. If your lips are symmetrical and even, and you are, it's quite easy. Apply a good amount of a lip liner on this brush, and just follow your lips' shape with it. At first you can make a small cross under your cupid bow, to make sure it's even. Then you should draw a line at the center of your lower lips. Next are the corners, don't overdo them though. When those four areas are done, simply connect them, following your natural shape. Okay, so keep in mind that the thin brush is to contour your lips.// <img id="lipliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipliner.jpg" alt="lipliner"> – //Now that your lips are supposed to be already contoured, simply apply the lipstick on them. It's easy, start at the bottom and fill the skin with a product. When you're done, do this// – she curled her lips inside and then made a pout a few times. – //and then stick your finger in your mouth.// – Your penis grew once again, watching as she sucked her finger, looking right into your eyes. – @@.main;Wh-why would I do that?@@ – //Look.// – She replied, after she pulled the finger out. – //Can you see the lipstick on it? It's the excess. This way you'll be sure that your lipstick won't stick to your teeth. Trust me, there's nothing as embarrassing as lipstick marks on your white teeth, visible while you smile.// – You could think about many worse things. Like being turned into a shemale. – //So, that was the lipstick.// <img id="lipstick" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipstick.jpg" alt="lipstick"> – //The last step is a lip gloss.// – @@.main;Fuck yeah, I thought it would never end!@@ – //Mhm. Anyway, lip gloss. The lipstick I used, and the ones that I will give you, are a bit more matte. To make your lips look bigger and puffier, you can apply lip gloss on them. Light reflections will make them stand out more. You can apply lip gloss on your naked lips as well, but today you're going to use it on your lipstick. Lip gloss is just a jelly product that you smear with this cute brush here.// <img id="lipgloss" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipgloss.jpg" alt="lipgloss"> – //And that's all tools today! Congratulation, you finished first step of your makeup training.// – @@.main;It took way too long anyway..@@ – //Now it's time to actually show you how to use them. I'm going to show you women painting their faces and tell you what are they doing, why and how to do it yourself. Your task is to look at them and try to learn as much as you can. Stay focused.// [[Watch her paint her face|MakeupTraining1c]] <</replace>>\ <</link>> <<link "Ignore most of her blubbering">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ &emsp;You sat close to where she was standing. Penis of yours got slightly excited , because of the flat tummy, nice thighs and a big butt next to your head. She sorted the tools first, and then sat on the other stool next to you. Even though yo kept staring at her, your mind picked up some information out of what she was talking anyway. – //...a foundation brush... semi-flat and long... apply everything in the right order and with the right tools...// <img id="foundation" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/foundation.jpg" alt="foundation"> – //...a powder brush... flat top...// <img id="powder" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/powder.jpg" alt="powder"> – //...a brush for bronzer... // <img id="bronzer" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/bronzer.jpg" alt="bronzer"> – //...a fan brush... to apply highlighter...// <img id="highlighter" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/highlighter.jpg" alt="highlighter"> – //...a blush brush... angled...// <img id="blush" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/blush.jpg" alt="blush"> – //...the eyebrow brush... a small brush, spirally shaped...// <img id="eyebrows" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrows.jpg" alt="eyebrows"> – //...contour eyebrows... angled and flat...// <img id="eyebrowscontour" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyebrowscontour.jpg" alt="eyebrowscontour"> – //...eyeshadow brush...// <img id="eyeshadow" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadow.jpg" alt="eyeshadow"> – //...a blending blush...// <img id="eyeshadowblender" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeshadowblender.jpg" alt="eyeshadowblender"> – //...an eyeliner brush... small...// <img id="eyeliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/eyeliner.jpg" alt="eyeliner"> – //...an eyelash curler...// <img id="curler" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/curler.jpg" alt="curler"> – //...the mascara...// <img id="mascara" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/mascara.jpg" alt="mascara"> – //...a lip liner... contour your lips...// <img id="lipliner" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipliner.jpg" alt="lipliner"> – //...the lipstick... // <img id="lipstick" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipstick.jpg" alt="lipstick"> – //...last step... a lip gloss...// <img id="lipgloss" class="tool" src="imgs/makeup/tools/lipgloss.jpg" alt="lipgloss"> – //And that's all tools today! Congratulation, you finished first step of your makeup training.// – @@.main;It took way too long anyway..@@ – //Now it's time to actually show you how to use them. I'm going to show you women painting their faces and tell you what are they doing, why and how to do it yourself. Your task is to look at them and try to learn as much as you can. Stay focused.// [[Watch her paint her face|MakeupTraining1c]] <</replace>>\ <</link>> </span>

&emsp;Suddenly a woman's face showed up in front of you, floating in air. At that point you realized why there were so many mirrors at this vanity. This way you could see the woman's face from almost every possible angle! You could see every movement easily. You didn't care what she was going to do that much, but watching beautiful women was certainly pleasant. <span id="bg">\ <<link "At least try to pay attention">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ – //First she's going to start with a foundation. Before that, please look up.// – She pointed over the floating head, where suddenly a picture showed up, featuring another woman's face in two forms. On one side she had her natural face, on the other her skin was looking more even and matched her neck better. [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/foundation.jpg]] – //I'll be showing you such pictures to make sure you understand what kind of effect we want to achieve with every product. Now, look at the woman below.// — The picture above disappeared. — //She's going to have a foundation applied to her face. It needs to be even and match your skin colour on your neck, it's critical. Look at how it is done. focus on every detail.// &emsp;Not really convinced, you kept watching the woman having her face painted. You knew you could not make this end any quicker, so there wasn't much else to do than to simply pay at least a bit of attention. It looked rather easy though, just smearing things on your face, couldn't be really hard anyway. <<video "makeup/example/foundation">> — //Great, the foundation is done. Ready for the powder?// <<linkreplace "Sure...">>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next" hidden>\ – //You won't see any difference after using the powder, or at least you shouldn't. At most, the skin will be less shiny, but not much. The purpose of the powder is to let the foundation stay for longer on your skin. It's especially important when the day is hot and you sweat. Take a good look at what she does.// – Your teacher pointed in front of you, where another woman appeared. She was using a brush to apply a powder over her whole face. <<video "makeup/example/powder">> – //Time for what?// – She waited a couple of seconds, but you did not answer. – //For a bronzer, of course!.// <<linkreplace "Oh right, I totally forgot... to care">>\ <<script>>$("#next2").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next2" hidden>\ – //Bronzer is tricky and its effect is not very apparent. The less you apply, the better. At first you may fail to see the difference, but here you are.// – Another picture appeared above. [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/bronzer.jpg]] – //Foundation and powder made your skin look healthier, but lost its colour shading at the same time. That's why you want to use the bronzer, to create more depth.// – Picture disappeared and another woman's face replaced the one you watched before. – //The technique is pretty easy, the right placement and amount is what it makes it difficult.// <<video "makeup/example/bronzer">> – //Since we used the bronzer to darken the skin, now we must use the highlighter to even it out.// <<linkreplace "Sounds so logical...">>\ <<script>>$("#next3").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next3" hidden>\ – //The purpose is the same, to add more depth. While bronzer is used on cheeks and a forehead mostly, the highlighter is placed over the eyebrows, at the nose and in different parts of the cheeks. This one here// – another picture once again. [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/highlighter.jpg]] – //is overdone on purpose, to show you the effect better. It could be worn like this on special occasions, usually it will be much less apparent. Now look at the technique below. See how she utilizes the shape of a brush? Keep looking.// <<video "makeup/example/highlighter">> – //As I said, there are places on your face where you should apply bronzer, and where highlighter is needed. It's important to know your face shape and how to accentuate it in the most flattering way. Here's an example of how it should be done. Of course it's not blended and is overdone, to make it obvious where the product was placed.// [img[imgs/makeup/example/contouring.jpg]] – //Our last step to make the skin look beautiful is a blush.// <<linkreplace "Not even in half...">>\ <<script>>$("#next4").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next4" hidden>\ – //Blush will make your face look very feminine, healthier and happier.// – You could agree to have two out of three of listed effects. – //It needs to match the colour of your natural redness of skin. Look at this before and after picture above.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/blush.jpg]] – //It's subtle, if you're going to overdo your blush, it will look like a prostitute makeup. Your face will be alluring, but fake and indecent. To avoid it, try to learn as much as you can from the girl in front of you.// <<video "makeup/example/blush">> – //Great, the face is done. Now it's time to take care of the eyebrows.// <<linkreplace "I can't wait! Oh wait, I can">>\ <<script>>$("#next5").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next5" hidden>\ – //As you probably remember, you need to brush them first. Here you can see a, slightly exaggerated, reason why it is so important to do that in the first place.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/eyebrows.jpg]] – //Such messy eyebrows look bad, and it would be extremely hard to contour them properly as well. Therefore, you should learn how to brush them. Watch the lady, please.// <<video "makeup/example/eyebrows">> – //Good. Now it's time to finish those eyebrows.// <<linkreplace "Better finish those lessons">>\ <<script>>$("#next6").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next6" hidden>\ – //Perfectly done contouring is not very apparent. People can even doubt you did anything at all, but trust me, the difference is huge. Look at her.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/eyebrowscontouring.jpg]] – //As people often do, they won't notice something perfectly done. But if it's done badly, everyone will point it out. That's how it is with eyebrow contouring. Therefore you need to remember, that even if your eyebrows seems perfect on their own, you need to learn how to contour them. Pay attention.// <<video "makeup/example/eyebrowscontouring">> – //Another milestone behind us. Time for the eyes.// <<linkreplace "Kill me">>\ <<script>>$("#next7").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next7" hidden>\ – //It's pretty obvious what's the reason to apply eyeshadow. There are so many different colours and combinations, that it's pointless to try to show them all, so here's an example of a painted eye.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/eyeshadow.jpg]] – //The eyeshadow can achieve so many effects. It can make your eyes seem wider apart, close together, smaller, bigger, longer, rounder, happier, sadder, healthier... All this depends on what colour you use, at what place it will be applied and how it will blend. There's a lot to learn, for now you need to know the basics. The rest will come with time and practice. Keep following the woman's movements.// <<video "makeup/example/eyeshadow">> – //As I said, it's very important to blend the shadow.// <<linkreplace "Surely important">>\ <<script>>$("#next8").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next8" hidden>\ – //At first blending might seem useless, or even harmful. Looking at the picture above you might have problems to see the difference, and then to appreciate it.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/eyeshadowblend.jpg]] – //But it is vital for eyeshadow to look any good. As I mentioned before, if you want to avoid looking like a teenager that is just learning how to use makeup for the first time, you need to know how to blend. You're going to be a professional <<print $final.job>>, you cannot let yourself look like an unskilled person.// <<video "makeup/example/eyeshadowblend">> – //Good, we're doing great so far. It's time for something harder, an eyeliner.// <<linkreplace "It's hard enough to just stay awake">>\ <<script>>$("#next9").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next9" hidden>\ – //Eyeliner is supposed to accentuate the shape and size of your eyes. It can be used in many different ways. You can admire twelve different styles on the picture above the vanity.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/eyeliner.jpg]] – //It's extremely hard to learn how to do an even eyeline at first. Many women never really grasp it, some are exceptional in it and can create an even line with anything. Some use special hacks to help themselves, but you need to be able to do it just with the eyeliner brush. Remember to keep your hands steady, as the woman in front of you.// <<video "makeup/example/eyeliner">> – //I need to remind you about waiting for an eyeliner to dry first, before doing anything more. And to keep your curler between your breasts at this point, to make it warm. It's time to curl those lashes!// <<linkreplace "Too much excitement, woman">>\ <<script>>$("#next10").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next10" hidden>\ — //Theoretically it's not really mandatory and if you're in a lot of hurry, you could skip that part. Although if you want to look your possible best, it's vital! See above how the curled eyelashes look like.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/curler.jpg]] — //It lasts for a couple of seconds, so it will need to be set later. But first, you need to know how to do it properly. Remember that you can raise your eyebrow with the other hand, to help yourself not ruin your makeup, but be gentle, to not achieve the same effect with your fingers. Keep watching.// <<video "makeup/example/curler">> — //Now, we should quickly apply the mascara.// <<linkreplace "I agree, let's do everything quickly">>\ <<script>>$("#next11").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next11" hidden>\ – //Mascara will set those eyelashes in curled shape for hours. It looks very cute, feminine and is visible from a great distance, because of the delightful blackness around your eyes. Look at the effect on the picture above the vanity.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/mascara.jpg]] – //But as I mentioned before, keep in mind that you might destroy your makeup easily if you're clumsy. Touch the eyeshadow, and your makeup routine will take additional minutes to fix — or even redone, if very unlucky. Try to focus on every movement of the woman in front of you.// <<video "makeup/example/mascara">> – //Mhm, time for the lips. We're getting close to the end!// <<linkreplace "I'm getting close to my end as well">>\ <<script>>$("#next12").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next12" hidden>\ – //At first, the lips should be lined. It is done to avoid using your lipstick outside of your lips. Overdrawn lips look very bad and it's easy to do without a lipliner. Look how it should look like.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/lipliner.jpg]] – //It's important to match the liner colour with your lipstick. It cannot stand out too much, unless you know what you're doing. You can use a way darker liner than your lipstick colour, but if done without much thinking, it will look very, very bad. As I mentioned, you can start by drawing a cross under cupid bow, then follow with a bottom and corners, and line the rest. Look at how she does it.// <<video "makeup/example/lipliner">> – //Lips are lined, time to fill them.// <<linkreplace "What? Oh sorry, stopped listening an hour ago">>\ <<script>>$("#next13").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next13" hidden>\ – //Using the lipstick is the easy part. You are probably aware how many different lipstick colours are there. Depending on your skin colour, you might be able to pull of a range of colours, or almost every possible colour. Here's an example.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/lipstick.jpg]] – //Use a tissue to gather the excess from your lips — simply kiss it lightly. Then use the finger technique I showed you before, to make sure there will be no lipstick on your teeth. Filling the skin is simple, just follow her moves.// <<video "makeup/example/lipstick">> – //Only one thing left.// <<linkreplace "Trust me, it's not my sanity">>\ <<script>>$("#next14").show();<</script>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <span id="next14" hidden>\ – //Lip gloss is as important as eyelash curler, you can simply skip it if there's not much time to get ready. But it will improve your look by a lot if done correctly. Look at the difference.// [img[imgs/makeup/beforeafter/lipgloss.jpg]] – //Applying is very simple really, probably the easiest thing to do in this routine. And that's good, because after so much work, you can just relax and smear your lips with a pleasantly moisturizing lip gloss. However, even though it's easy, don't underestimate it. Focus on the woman's movements.// <<video "makeup/example/lipgloss">> – //Congratulations! You finished another part of the makeup training!// [[Finally!|MakeupTraining2a]] </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ </span>\ <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Completely ignore what's happening">>\ <<replace "#bg">>\ – //First she's going to...// – were the last words you actually heard, then it was just an ocean of hum and giggles. Eternity later, after you managed to count how many dots the woman had on her nails, you heard her saying something wonderful. – //Congratulations! You finished another part of the makeup training!// [[Finally!|MakeupTraining2a]] <</replace>> <</link>> </span>\

&emsp;Finally there were no more floating female heads doing makeup, pictures or anything like this. Your teacher told you to change your place and sit next to the other, smaller vanity. – //There are all tools and products that I have showed you, and less mirrors that could distract you. Sit there, and practice however you like. Tell me when you're ready and we'll start your test.// – She turned around and sat on a chair, with closed eyes. Her body did not move at all, looking like a dead shell of a human. It was weird, but caused simply because her life-simulating functions were not rendered anymore. You followed her order and sat at the other vanity. Over a dozen of tools, and two or maybe three times more products were laying there. A big mirror was in front of you, letting you "admire" your new face, that you tried not look at. "I'm kinda hot even without any makeup", you thought to yourself, unsure if it's good or a totally horrible thing to realize. &emsp;Instead of practicing, you decided to turn around and stop looking at yourself. You gaped at the ACA sitting at the other side of the room. Even when sitting still, like a vampire or a robot... which she kind of was... she looked quite beautiful. Her way of talking, excitement in her voice, it all reminded you of your last girlfriend. &emsp;Her name was Bianca, she lived in Romania. She wasn't dark-skinned as that ACA in front of you, but her makeup was always on point too, maybe that's why you thought about her. Sweet girl, even though a bit edgy. You had a lot of fun with her. She was a professional nail artist, she also gave classes, and that was the reason you broke up. Indirectly, of course. The real problem was that Bianca was extremely jealous, and bringing sexy girls that want to learn a thing or two about nail art with her to your mutual house (after one month you decided to rent a cheap one in VW) didn't help at all. Especially that you couldn't stop yourself from ogling them every time they showed up. One argument to another, and she was gone. Fortunately, your memories will last – for some time, at least. [img[imgs/bianca1.jpg]] &emsp;Bianca loved to be adored, and her body was screaming for attention. Even though she didn't have big breasts, she knew how to accentuate them properly, by wearing fancy clothing. Red, long hair were visible from a great distance while she was strolling through the city or beach. She used to wear sunglasses a lot, they let her check out if people around her are looking at her, without looking creepy. And of course, her nails. You were never a great fan of nail art, and even used to say that long nails are disgusting, but Bianca changed your mind on that matter. [img[imgs/bianca2.jpg]] &emsp;Once she gave you a "nail massage", as she called it, you were sold. They tickled, but in a good way. Especially when she finally reached your more private parts. They of course wouldn't feel good on your member, but when she was stroking through your pubic hair, and tickling your balls was always a bliss to you. But the best part, was the fact that that girl simply //loved// to give you blowjobs. You couldn't say how many times she did that, even if you wanted to. <<video "bianca3">> &emsp;Her magical lips kept you on edge for dozens of minutes, sometimes she even sucked you for an hour and was able to give you a lot of pleasure – without orgasm. It was very frustrating but you could never say to her inviting mouth. &emsp;Suddenly the ACA, that you were staring at, unconsciously, came back to life. She opened her eyes and straighten herself up, then she turned her head toward you and spoke. – //Hello again, Ms. <<print $info.name>>. Are you ready for your test? A lot of time passed already. Hope you were practicing well.// – @@.main;Uuuuuuhh... Yeah, of course. Sure.@@ – totally dumbfounded you agreed, even though you did literally nothing in that matter. – //Great, the exam starts now. Your task is simple and probably expected. You just need to paint your face, as I taught you. Good luck.// – said the woman and all tools on vanity disappeared and reappeared again in the same spot. They were probably resetting to their starting state, but since you didn't even touch them, nothing changed. "Well, no idea how am I suppose to pass that one.", you thought to yourself. "But maybe I remembered anything from those lessons. I really don't want to do it, but seems like there's no other way." [[Start the exam|MakeupTraining2b]]

<<silently>>[[MakeupTraining2Res]]<</silently>>\ – //Important information, Ms. Firstly, these are the tools and products you can use.// – she pointed at stuff in front of you, on the vanity. – //But that's probably obvious. Secondly, there's no time limit, you can say you're finished whenever you want. But to be able to finish at all, you need to paint three major areas of your face. Skin, eyes and lips. After that, you will be able to call it a day. Once again, good luck!// <span style="color:darkorange">1. Click on a tool to make it active 2. Choose an action from the list below the tools. Every action can be performed only once.</span> <span class="makeup">\ <<display "MakeupTools">> </span>\ <span id="finish" hidden><br><a id="done">I want to finish this now.</a><br></span>\ <span id="choices">Choose a tool.</span> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ let actions = { foundation : { name : "Apply the foundation", tools : [0,1,2,4], correctTool : 0, before : [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14], after : [], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 10 }, powder : { name : "Apply the powder", tools : [1,2,3,4], correctTool : 1, before : [2,3], after : [0], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 8 }, bronzer : { name : "Contour with the bronzer", tools : [2,0,1,3,4,7], correctTool : 2, before : [], after : [0], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 5 }, highlighter : { name : "Contour with the highlighter", tools : [3,0,2,4,7,8], correctTool : 3, before : [], after : [0], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 4 }, blush : { name : "Apply the blush", tools : [4,0,1,2,8], correctTool : 4, before : [], after : [], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 0 }, eyebrows : { name : "Brush the eyebrows", tools : [5,3,11], correctTool : 5, before : [6], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 5 }, eyebrowscontour : { name : "Contour the eyebrows", tools : [6,7,8,9], correctTool : 6, before : [], after : [], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 0 }, eyeshadow : { name : "Apply the eyeshadow", tools : [7,3,6,8,9], correctTool : 7, before : [9,10,11], after : [], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 9 }, eyeshadowblender : { name : "Blend the shadow", tools : [8,4,7,14], correctTool : 8, before : [], after : [7], toolPoints : 10, orderPoints : 4 }, eyeliner : { name : "Draw the eyelines", tools : [9,10,12], correctTool : 9, before : [10,11], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 6 }, curler : { name : "Curl the lashes", tools : [10,5,11], correctTool : 10, before : [11], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 4 }, mascara : { name : "Apply the mascara", tools : [11,5,14], correctTool : 11, before : [], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 0 }, lipliner : { name : "Draw the lipline", tools : [12,6,9,14], correctTool : 12, before : [13,14], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 5 }, lipstick : { name : "Apply the lipstick", tools : [13,14], correctTool : 13, before : [], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 0 }, lipgloss : { name : "Apply the lipgloss", tools : [14,7,12], correctTool : 14, before : [], after : [], toolPoints : 5, orderPoints : 0 } } let tools = [ "foundation", "powder", "bronzer", "highlighter", "blush", "eyebrows", "eyebrowscontour", "eyeshadow", "eyeshadowblender", "eyeliner", "curler", "mascara", "lipliner", "lipstick", "lipgloss" ] let usedActions = []; let activeTool = -1; let points = 0; let milestones = { face : false, eyes : false, lips : false } $(".tool").on("click",function(){ let index = tools.indexOf($(this).attr("id")); if(activeTool != index){ $(".tool").css("border","2px solid white"); $(this).css("border","2px solid red"); activeTool = index; } else { $(this).css("border","2px solid white"); activeTool = -1; } if(activeTool>=0) { //$("#activeTool").html(tools[activeTool]); choices(); } else { //$("#activeTool").html("Nothing."); $("#choices").html("Choose a tool."); } }); function choices(){ $("#choices").html(""); for (let i=0, actIDs=Object.keys(actions).shuffle(); i<actIDs.length; i++){ if(actions[actIDs[i]].tools.indexOf(activeTool)!=-1 && usedActions.indexOf(actIDs[i])==-1) $("#choices").append("<a class='action' id='"+i+""+actIDs[i]+"' >"+actions[actIDs[i]].name+"</a><br>"); } $(".action").on("click",function(){ let a = $(this).attr("id"); a = a.substr(1,a.length-1); if (!isNaN(parseInt(a))) a = a.substr(1,a.length-1); useTool(a); }); } function useTool(a){ let action = actions[a]; if(action.correctTool == activeTool) { //alert("good"+"\nCorrect: " + action.correctTool + "\nActive: " + activeTool); countPoints(action,true); } else { //alert("bad"+"\nCorrect: " + action.correctTool + "\nActive: " + activeTool); countPoints(action,false); } usedActions.push(a); choices(); winCheck(a); } function countPoints(action,isToolCorrect){ if(isToolCorrect) points += action.toolPoints; let isOrderCorrect = true; for (let i = 0; i<action.after.length-1; i++){ if(usedActions.indexOf(action.after[i])==-1) { isOrderCorrect = false; } } for (let i = 0; i<action.before.length-1; i++){ if(usedActions.indexOf(action.before[i])!=-1) { isOrderCorrect = false; } } if (isOrderCorrect) points += action.orderPoints; } function winCheck(a){ let action = Object.keys(actions); action = action.indexOf(a); switch(action){ case 0: case 1: case 2: case 3: case 4: milestones.face = true; break; case 6: case 7: case 9: case 11: milestones.eyes = true; break; case 12: case 13: case 14: milestones.lips = true; break; } if(milestones.face && milestones.eyes && milestones.lips) { $("#finish").show(); } } $("#done").on("click",function(){ State.variables.performance = points; State.display("MakeupTraining2Res",this); }); }); <</script>>

<<if $performance >90>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.makeup to 2>>\ &emsp;You looked at yourself in the mirror and shivered. Face of yours did not look much better than it already had been, in some areas maybe even worse, because of your lack of skill in the makeup department, but it didn't change the fact that you were covered in a lot of products. "Fuck, I barely recognise myself... And I mean my new 'self', that I already hardly recognised!", you thought to yourself. – //Well done! Well done, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>! You need to practice, practice and practice, to make you look perfect, but score of yours is already perfect enough! You passed the test marvelously, I'm so proud of you!// &emsp;Your teacher screamed behind you, praising your fast learning mind and telling you how beautiful you look like. It was true that you felt a bit proud of yourself. You also proved, in your opinion, that makeup is not that hard, since even someone like you can do it good enough for the first time. However, you still didn't like the whole idea and you wanted to wash it all of your face as soon as possible. Even though you couldn't stop looking at yourself in the mirror. – //I wish you a good luck, and remember. Makeup is mandatory for a lady to show her respect for others. Do it every day and have fun with it!// – and with that she started to disappear. Once again, you returned to the white room that quickly filled with messages. //Good job on your makeup lessons. Since you did a perfect job, you'll get specially rewarded! One day you might become a professional makeup artist. To help you with possibly achieving this goal a special messages will be send into your brain. Please, relax.// <<video "makeup/closedEyes">> <<video "makeup/perfect1">> <<video "makeup/perfect2">> <<video "makeup/perfect3">> <<video "makeup/perfect4">> <<video "makeup/perfect5">> <<video "makeup/perfect6">> <<video "makeup/perfect7">> <<video "makeup/perfect8">> <<video "makeup/perfect9">> <<video "makeup/perfect10">> <<video "makeup/perfect11">> <<video "makeup/perfect12">> <<video "makeup/perfect13">> <<video "makeup/perfect14">> &emsp;Finally you woke up from the trance. "What. The. FUCK! Special messages my ass! I don't want to become any kind of a fucking makeup artist!", your thoughts were spinning. You wanted to shout and rebel, but you did it only in your thoughts. Full of rage and despair you hoped that it was the last test. [[Continue|Accessories1]] <<elseif $performance >30>>\ <<set $training++>>\ <<set $final.makeup to 1>>\ &emsp;You looked at yourself in the mirror for the one final time and shivered. Face of yours did not look much better than it already had been, in many areas even worse, because of your lack of skill in the makeup department, but it didn't change the fact that you were covered in a lot of products. "Fuck, I look like some prostitute...", you thought to yourself. – //Good job, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>! You need a lot of practice to make your look even better, but score of yours is already pretty high! You passed the test. You can be proud of yourself!// &emsp;Your teacher smiled at you, praising your behaviour and passion, telling you how beautiful your face is and how much fun you're going to have with makeup. It was true that you felt a bit proud of yourself. You proved, in your opinion, that makeup is not that hard, since even someone like you can do it good enough for the first time. However, you still didn't like the whole idea and you wanted to wash it all of your face as soon as possible. – //I wish you a good luck, and remember. Makeup is mandatory for a lady to show her respect for others. Do it every day and have fun with it.// – and with that she started to disappear. Once again you returned to the white room that quickly filled with messages. //Good job on your makeup lessons. This time will be different than your previous evaluations. Instead of making you feel happy and fulfilled, we're going to help you in your future life! Following messages will be sent into your brain to fill your imagination with makeup ideas. Just relax.// <<video "makeup/closedEyes">> [img[imgs/makeup/good1.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good2.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good3.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good4.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good5.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good6.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good7.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good8.jpg]] [img[imgs/makeup/good9.jpg]] &emsp;Finally you woke up from the trance. "The hell?! It is NOT helpful, you stupid fucking app! I don't need any makeup ideas, I don't even want to use it!", your thoughts were spinning. You wanted to shout and rebel, but you did it only in your thoughts. Full of rage and despair you hoped that it was the last test. [[Continue|Accessories1]] <<else>>\ <<set $final.makeup to 0>>\ &emsp;You were quite proud of yourself. Despite hours of forcing knowledge into your head, you managed to do almost everything wrong. Your face looked like a mess, even twelve years old girls (or maybe even boys) would do the makeup better than you. When your makeup teacher looked at you, a smile appeared on your face, because of how shocked she was. – //It's terrible! You did everything wrong, Ms. <<print $info.surname>>! I can't believe it, didn't you listen to anything I said? Didn't you care at all?! Gosh, such a mess!// &emsp;She went on and on, saying how horrible job you'd done, until everything started to disappear again. One more time you were standing in a basic white room, filled with another messages. As you read them, your mind went blank. //You failed that exam. Perfect, or at least decent makeup is mandatory for any working woman that want to be successful. If that's not what you want, being successful, then you shouldn't bother with The Almost Ready application in the first place. Therefore we conclude that it was just a horrible mistake. And mistakes have to be punished, to be avoided in the future. Please, just wait for your punishment. <<video "makeup/closedEyes">> <<video "makeup/fail1">> <<video "makeup/fail2">> <<video "makeup/fail3">> <<video "makeup/fail4">> <<video "makeup/fail5">> <<video "makeup/fail6">> <<video "makeup/fail7">> <<video "makeup/fail8">> &emsp;Finally you woke up from the trance. "Fuck this shit", your thoughts were spinning. You wanted to shout and rebel, but you did it only in your thoughts. Full of rage and despair you hoped that it was the last test. [[Continue|Accessories1]] <<endif>>\

[[MakeupTraining1]]

<span id="cheats">\ <<link "Enable cheats">>\ <<set $cheats to true>>\ <<script>> Config.history.maxStates = 0; $("#choices").show(); $("#cheats").hide(); $("#cheats2").show(); <</script>>\ <</link>> </span>\ <span id="cheats2" hidden>\ <<link "Disable cheats">>\ <<set $cheats to false>>\ <<script>> Config.history.maxStates = 1; $("#choices").hide(); $("#cheats").show(); $("#cheats2").hide(); <</script>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ \ <span id="choices" hidden>\ //(''"History buttons"'' enabled!)// Choose your job: <<radiobutton "$cheatsJob" 0 checked>> Maid <<radiobutton "$cheatsJob" 1>> Teacher <<radiobutton "$cheatsJob" 2>> Secretary <<radiobutton "$cheatsJob" 3>> Model Choose one of three job's positions: <<radiobutton "$cheatsPosition" 0 checked>> Position 1 <<radiobutton "$cheatsPosition" 1>> Position 2 <<radiobutton "$cheatsPosition" 2>> Position 3 <small>(Sorry, but it does not affect the first description of your position with Mr. Arbeitbringer)</small> Choose the outcome of trainings: <label><<checkbox "$cheatsT1" false true>> Training 1 passed?</label> <label><<checkbox "$cheatsT2" false true>> Training 2 passed?</label> <label><<checkbox "$cheatsT3" false true>> Training 3 passed?</label> </span>\ \ <<link "Return" "Introduction">><</link>> \ <<silently>> <<if $cheats>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ $("#choices").show(); $("#cheats").hide(); $("#cheats2").show(); }); <</script>>\ <</script>> <<else>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ $("#choices").hide(); $("#cheats").show(); $("#cheats2").hide(); }); <</script>> <<endif>> <</silently>>\

<<silently>> <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/">> <<set $current = 1>> <<set $answers = []>> <</silently>>\ <div class="mediumSizeImg">\ <span id="q1">\ //Which colour do you like the most?// <<display "AccColors">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q2" hidden>\ //Which shape do you like the most?// <<display "AccShapes">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q3" hidden>\ //Which picture do you like the most?// <<display "AccCrowd">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q4" hidden>\ //Which man do you like the most?// <<display "AccMen">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q5" hidden>\ //Which picture do you like the most?// <<display "AccComfort">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q6" hidden>\ //Which nails do you like the most?// <<display "AccNails">>\ </span>\ \ <span id="q7" hidden>\ There were no more questions. [[Continue|AccessoriesRes]] </span>\ \ </div>

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"blue.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("blue"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"black.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("black"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"beige.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("beige"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"red.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("red"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"circle.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("circle"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"hobo.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("hobo"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"baguette.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("baguette"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"shy.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("shy"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"brave.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("brave"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"muscular.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("muscular"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"hipster.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("hipster"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"classy.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("classy"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"comfy.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("comfy"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

<<silently>>[[Acc_Dummy]]<</silently>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"simple.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("simple"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\ <<set $picture = _pic+"complicated.jpg">>\ <<link [img[$picture]]>> <<script>> State.variables.answers.push("complicated"); let x = State.variables.current; $("#q"+x).hide(); x++; $("#q"+x).show(); State.variables.current++; <</script>> <</link>>\

[[Accessories2]]

<<silently>> [[Accessories2]] <<set _height to 0>> <<set _length to 0>> <<set $final.acc = { handbag : "", handbagPoss : ["hobo","baguette","circle"], color : "", colorPoss : ["blue","black","beige","red"], nailsL : "", nailsLPoss : ["short", "medium", "long"], heelsH : "", heelsHPoss : ["flat", "3inch", "5inch"] }>> <<set $final.acc.color = $answers[0]>> <<set $final.acc.handbag = $answers[1]>> <<if $answers[2] == "brave">> <<set _height++>> <<endif>> <<if $answers[3] == "muscular">> <<set _height++>> <<endif>> <<if $answers[4] == "classy">> <<set _length++>> <<endif>> <<if $answers[5] == "complicated">> <<set _length++>> <<endif>> <<if $final.jobId == 0 && _length == 2>> <<set _length == 1>> <<endif>> <<if $final.jobId == 1 && _length == 2>> <<set _length == 1>> <<endif>> <<set $final.acc.nailsL to $final.acc.nailsLPoss[_length]>> <<set $final.acc.heelsH to $final.acc.heelsHPoss[_height]>> <</silently>> [[AccessoriesFinished]] <<goto "AccessoriesFinished">>

<<if $training>1>>\ &emsp;You looked around you, trying to comprehend what just happened. Dozens of people around you, reading news, walking, standing there waiting for something. And there you were, in the middle of the crowd, your face showing true horror and disbelief. No one noticed, no one was looking your way. However, it quickly changed when you just couldn't stop yourself and screamed with all your lungs. – @@.main;Aah...Aaaah...@@<span style="font-size: 140%">@@.main;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!@@</span> &emsp;They tricked you. You don't know how exactly, or if they could do it to you, or if they even cared. But they tricked you, forced you to stay docile, to listen carefully. They minimized your resistance, gods know how, it didn't really matter //how// did they do that. Hypnosis, brain stimulation, whatever they did they never told you about it. Now, when the training ended, you could fully realize what was happening and how weirdly calm you were acting. It was insane! &emsp;However, on the other hand you were pretty convinced that indeed they //could// do that to you. After all you didn't read the terms carefully enough and it got you in those troubles in the first place. What else could they do? Can you survive six months of working for some asshole as a <<print $final.job>>? &emsp;Unfortunately, there was little time to actually think about it more, because literally everyone around were watching you. You screamed in the News Hub as if someone were tearing your skin out of your body, with no visible reason. You could feel your cheeks burning. Some people were slowly approaching you, clearly wanting to ask if you were okay. Instead of saying anything, calming them down – you just logged out as fast as you could. <<else>>\ &emsp;You looked around you, trying to comprehend what just happened. Dozens of people around you, reading news, walking, standing there waiting for something. And there you were, in the middle of the crowd, your face showing true horror and disbelief. No one noticed, no one was looking your way. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself. Successfully. "They fucking tricked me", you thought. "Fortunately, I managed to stay strong". Indeed, they tricked you. You don't know how exactly, or if they could do it to you, or if they even cared. But that was true, they forced you to stay docile, to listen carefully. They minimized your resistance, gods know how, but it didn't work well enough, you fought it back. Now, when the training ended, you could fully realize what was happening and how weirdly calm you were acting. It was insane! &emsp;However, on the other hand you were pretty convinced that indeed they //could// do that to you. After all you didn't read the terms carefully enough and it got you in those troubles in the first place. What else could they do? Can you survive six months of working for some asshole as a <<print $final.job>>? &emsp;That wasn't a good place to think about such things, you wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. You needed time, space and your own body to think clearly and plan for the future. After a short moment, you simply logged out. <<endif>>\ [[Continue|PhoneToElea]]

&emsp;Familiar room appeared around you. Your own, this time. You disconnected yourself from V-tube and headed straight to your bed, however falling asleep was not your goal. Simply laying down on a comfortable mattress, with a pillow under your head, you began to think about all things that happened recently. Inside the Virtual World you were trapped in a foreign body of a lady-boy, a shemale, a freak. Here, in CL, you were blocked from almost all possible sources of reasonable income, it was way harder to actually meet people and was, at least in your opinion, too boring to do anything. Even if you could suffer from boredom, you were still legally bound to work for a new boss that you didn't even meet yet, as a <<print $final.job>>. You, as a <<print $final.job>>. It wasn't even that such position was bad, you just never thought you would become "A goddamn female <<print $final.job>>!", you concluded. There had to be anything you could do to make your life better, people get away from way worse situations than this one, you were sure about it. However, it was pretty obvious that you didn't have enough knowledge, flair or any special abilities to handle this on your own. A helper, a collaborator was something that yo desperately needed. And surely it couldn't be just anyone. The AR company seemed to be wealthy, you needed someone with enough power or contacts to make an impact. Or at least someone who could think about some plan to get you out of your problems. At the very least, maybe you'd be able to shorten the mandatory working time from six months to maybe a month? Maybe even less, who knows. Although, first things first, you had to come up with an idea who could be your hope for a rescue, and unfortunately so far you had only one idea. &emsp;Elea had no real reason to help you, other than maybe some kind of remorse for being quite a mean person to you. That Swedish woman was your fourth and only girlfriend that did not break up with you – you broke up with her. Proud, selfish, bossy and egoistical – she got on your nerves many times. You suffered through some of them only because of how hot she was. A body of a goddess, you often thought, mostly thanks to the fact that she was a fitness-freak. Exercising almost everyday, keeping diet and things like that, being very conscientious, all of it helped her develop an impressive, ripped body of an amazonian warrioress. [img[imgs/elea1.jpg]] The problem was that she always put her trainings over your very self. She was canceling dates, declining you propositions, ignoring your needs constantly, so finally you broke up with her, screaming into her face how much of an egoistic bitch she was in your opinion. She didn't reply and let you just walk away without a word, since then you never talked to her again. But there was one important fact about her that was crucial now – she was a lawyer. If the way she treated you made her feel any kind of bad, maybe she would help? On the other hand, why such a selfish person would help you after all that time? You picked up your Micro Computer to check if you still had her number. "Eerie John... Ea support... Ez katka...", you scrolled through weird names that you saved gods know when, that didn't sound like anything familiar anymore, but there was not a single one called "Elea". Downcasted, you wanted to throw your MC against the wall, but then you remembered something. "No, no, no. Not there!", a certain scenario of your life appeared in your head and you scrolled through your contacts again, this time starting from the letter "S". "Yes! Here it is!" you shouted loudly, hoping that Elea was still using the same ID. Before clicking your custom name (a "Selfish Bitch") you got highly nervous. After all, it was pretty embarrassing to tell anyone what happened, but you seriously needed help. Miraculously, she picked it up! You heard her voice in the MC. – //Hello?// – apparently she did not save your ID. – @@.main;Hi, Elea. It's... It's very important.@@ – //Who's that?// – @@.main;It's me, <<print $info.name>>.@@ – //What <<print $info.name>>?// – "Fuck this bitch!", you thought to yourself. You were together for quite some time, maybe two years ago, and she already did not remember you! There weren't //that// much guys with a name like <<print $info.name>>... – @@.main;<<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>! C'mon, I really need help.@@ – //Is this a prank call? Who the fuck are you?// – that was too much for you. – @@.main;You fucking bitch, it's me! Your goddamn boyfriend from the past, you IGNORANT piece of CRAP!@@ – //Ohhh... Okay, now I remember.// – Her voice was completely calm. – @@.main;Good!@@ – You didn't know how to continue the conversation after a scene like this. After a long silence, she spoke instead. – //So what's your urgent business?// – @@.main;I... I need help from a lawyer.@@ – She snorter, hearing that. – //There are many lawyers out there, dude. Calling your ex doesn't seem like the best idea for that, you know? Good luck.// – @@.main;No, wait! I need you!@@ – you shouted, trying to stop her from hanging up. – //No, you need my knowledge at most, not me.// – @@.main;I do need //your// help, Elea. I... They tricked me. I'm in a really deep shit. I'd have a lot of problems to find anyone else right now. Please, please at least listen to me.@@ – After a brief pause, she replied. – //Fine. Make it quick, I doubt your explanation will change my mind anyway.// – @@.main;I've been tricked into a contract, terrible things were hidden in terms&conditions that I signed up. I'm not good at this, I didn't understand half of what it said.@@ – //I feel like I'm listening to my grandmother right now. Take a loan, pay for what you fucked up, sue them, whatever.// – @@.main;It's different, Elea. It's not exactly about money.@@ – //Then what?// – @@.main;I have to work for them for six months, at least. And they... They did things to my avatar. I can't freely use Virtual World anymore!@@ – //What? How did they do that, did they block you somehow?// – "Great!", you thought. You were sure she got at least interested right now. Unfortunately, she will have to know what exactly happened and you were terrified of telling it to her. – @@.main;No, no. It's just, you know... Embarrassing to walk through VW, after what they did. Please, their lawyer threatened me that I'm going to be in big trouble if I won't comply!@@ – //Wow, that sounds hardcore. But what did they do to your avatar, <<print $info.name>>?// – @@.main;They changed it.@@ – //How?// – @@.main;In... many ways.@@ – //Okay, I'm out. If you don't want to talk, don't. Good luck.// – @@.main;WAIT! They... They changed my avatar into a woman...@@ – //...// – a long pause at the other side. – //They did what?// – @@.main;You heard me right, Elea.@@ – //Why the fuck would they do that?// – @@.main;I tried to get a job and used their app. When it was too late already, I realised it was only for women. It was designed to help women get a fucking job, and it was hardcore enough to change my avatar's body. I can't walk like this anywhere, Elea!@@ – //That's... That's fucking hilarious, <<print $info.name>>// – she replied but her voice remained calm and mostly emotionless. – @@.main;No, it's not. I mean I get it, I fucked up hard and it IS ridiculous, but it's not funny for me. At all.@@ – //Let me get this clear. You tried to get a job. You signed up to some program that help hopeless women get one, without knowing it was gendered. Didn't you try to like... Cancel it? Stop using it?// – @@.main;I phoned them and all, that's when they threatened me. They don't want to lose face, it was a precedence.@@ – //Okay. And they this app changed your avatar's body? It's illegal.// – @@.main;They said they have permission for one-time change. Did they fucking lie to me?@@ – //Oh, heard about it. I didn't know anyone actually used that permission anywhere yet. Well, good to know. Let's continue. The application changed your body, won't change it back and you've got to work for them. Right?// – @@.main;Yup.@@ – //Nothing else?// – @@.main;Nope. Besides the fact that I will have to meet my boss tomorrow, nothing else yet.@@ – //No other changes, just your avatar, yes?// – @@.main;What do you mean?@@ – //I ask if they have anything on you in CL.// – @@.main;No, nothing, besides that I own them transformation-money, that's why I need to work for.@@ – //I think I can help you, <<print $info.name>>. – @@.main;Oh my god, seriously?@@ – //Can't tell for sure, but yeah. I think so. – @@.main;Thank you! Thank you so much! It's the best thing I heard in weeks! – You felt such a relief you had to sit down.@@ – //How will you repay me?// – @@.main;What?@@ – //You heard me right.// – @@.main;Fuck... For now I'm broke.@@ – //Let's say you'll own me a big one. And I mean BIG one.// – @@.main;If you succeed, of course.@@ – //Yeah. But since I'm willing to even ''try'', I want an advance payment right now.// – @@.main;I told you, I'm broke.@@ – //It's fine, I just want to see a short video of your new avatar's body. You know, show it off.// – @@.main;Fuck you...@@ – //Send it to me today. Have a nice day, <<print $info.name>>.// – @@.main;Fuck you!@@ – you shouted, but she just hung up. &emsp;"Looks like I have to film myself... Well, I did worse things today anyway.", you thought to yourself and decided to postpone it for some time. You put your MC away and went to the kitchen, to eat something. For a long while you were wondering what Elea can do to help you. She was always a good lawyer, but just a lawyer. No big company stood behind her back to aid her. Did she know something you didn't? That's for sure, to be honest you didn't know a thing about the law. Hoping that she will figure it out, you thought about working for her to pay for the help. Seeing her face again wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, she was a selfish cunt, but at the same time you found her very attractive and it never changed. A picture of her in a dress, when both of you were going to go on a date in a restaurant, appeared in your mind. [img[imgs/elea2.jpg]] &emsp;Unfortunately it never happened, she changed her mind and went out with her girlfriends to a special yoga meetup, apologizing for "that inconvenience". You were furious and told her what you think about it, but she just said you could go with her to yoga instead. Of course you rejected the proposition, even though her friends were hot as well. Feeling betrayed, but with a picture of her sexy body in a red dress in your mind (and on your MC), you furiously masturbated right after she went off with her girls. Today was going to be very similar. You took off your MC and searched your folders to find the very same picture. It was buried deep in your folders, but finally you managed. You unzipped your pants and grabbed your member. &emsp;After a few minutes of fapping and looking at her picture, you closed your eyes and put the MC away. Still masturbating, you tried to imagine her body in motion. Remember the times when you were kissing her, and fondling her perky breasts. The sensation of her muscular hands clinging to your body when you were having sex, you barely remembered it but it was always a pleasant memory. <<video "elea3">> &emsp;At some point you realized that thinking about her makes you as hard, as it makes you frustrated. The fact that she was so ignorant and indifferent in many occasions was killing you. If not that, she'd be a perfect girl for you, but you just couldn't stand her attitude for long. You suffered through longer than you should anyway. To help yourself, you decided to change your thoughts, steer away from Elea into more anonymous women's bodies. Imagining boobs, butts and blowjobs for a few more minutes, you felt that your dick was finally getting very hard. No unnecessary disruptions, like memories of your exes, disturbed you anymore. However, at some point you identified the imaginative body parts you were fapping to for a few minutes already, and you almost fell off your bed from the horrible realization. <<set _pic to "imgs/boobs/"+$final.boobs+$final.skinC+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] <<set _pic to "imgs/butt/"+$final.butt+$final.skinC+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;"No fucking way! I'm not going to come while thinking about my goddamn desecrated body of my avatar!", you thought and pulled up your pants. Your dick went limp again and you decided that staring at memes on your MC was a better idea to entertain yourself for a few hours. Unfortunately, after that time, you had to log in again to make picture of your avatar. With a face of a kicked dog, you connected yourself and, after you showed up in News Hub again, went off to the park, where you started to film yourself. You felt humiliated doing that more, than while finishing the job training today, but if Elea can help you get out of this situation, nothing will stop you from persuading her to do that. When you were finally done with filming your body, almost without even looking at it yourself, you quickly logged out again and sent her the footage. There was no answer, and for the rest of the day you just idled, waiting for a reply, while wasting your time on the MC. [[Next morning|MorningBoss1]]

&emsp;At morning, you heard a message on your MC. Sleepy and just tired of everything that was happening in your life, you didn't reach for the device for a few more minutes. Finally you got up, remembering that it might be Elea. And indeed, it was her. \ <<if $final.boobsId > 2>>\ For some reason she sent you a picture of her breasts. [img[imgs/eleabra.jpg]] &emsp;The message below the photo said: //Lol, your boobs are bigger than mine. Lucky girl. I'll try to help you out, contact me in a few days.// <<elseif $final.buttId > 2>>\ For some reason she sent you a picture of her butt. [img[imgs/eleapants.jpg]] &emsp;The message below the photo said: //Lol, your butt is bigger than mine. Lucky girl. I'll try to help you out, contact me in a few days.// <<elseif $final.waistId == 0>>\ For some reason she sent you a picture of her belly. [img[imgs/eleawaist.jpg]] &emsp;The message below the photo said: //Lol, your waist is slimmer than mine. Lucky girl. I'll try to help you out, contact me in a few days.// <<else>>\ She sent you a message, that said: //Lol, you're a piece of ass, <<print $info.name>>. But fortunately I'm still prettier. I'll try to help you out, contact me in a few days.// <<endif>>\ At first you had troubles comprehending what did she mean, but then you remembered what you'd sent her yesterday and then involuntarily blushed. "Whatever, the important thing is that she tries to help. I'll endure everything else", you thought to yourself and right away regret that because another message came from Almost Ready application. It reminded you that you'll need to meet your boss in an hour. Since you wanted to avoid further problems, "What if that would make Elea's work more difficult? Better to comply for now". You quickly gathered yourself and were all ready to enter the Virtual World. [[Continue|MorningBoss2]]

<<silently>> <<set _pants to false>> <<set _shirt to false>> <</silently>>\ &emsp;The very first thing you've done after showing up in News Hub, was entering the special Inventory Isolation. People outside of it could see a silhouette of your body, filled with blackness, while you could simply change your attire. Since you did not possess many of the expensive applications and additions to your VW interface, you couldn't simply choose your new clothing. You had to manually wear it and possess it in your Virtual World Inventory. &emsp;Quickly searching through your rather small clothing collection, you found a neat white shirt, black slacks, some better looking shoes and a tie. After all it's a job interview, you shouldn't show up dressed in Bermuda shorts as if you were walking through a beach, looking at a sunset. You removed your shorts and a t-shirt, standing there only with boxers and socks on your body, and then you put on a shirt and slacks. &emsp;<<if $final.buttId >1>>\ Unfortunately, your pants simply could not squeeze your <<print $final.butt>> butt inside. Those were not one of those "fit all sizes" clothes, you didn't own many of them because of the price. You desperately tried a few more tugs, but in vein. Your ass was simply too big for them. Bermuda shorts appeared around your waist once again after you completely gave up trying. You didn't have any other pants that could fit you right now. <<else>>\ <<set _pants to true>>\ Your pants squeezed your bigger butt inside and you were able to zip it up. They were not as comfortable as in the past, but manageable. Those were not one of those "fit all sizes" clothes, you didn't own many of them because of the price. \ <<endif>>\ \ <<if $final.boobsId >1>>\ After that you started buttoning your shirt, only to realize that it wasn't the greatest idea to buy a slim one. "It looked great on me...", you thought, realizing that it //was// a great idea, but wouldn't work right now. The shirt was too tight to contain your <<print $final.boobs>> breasts, it would look ridiculous or, if unlucky, the buttons would rip off. <<if $final.boobsId == 2 >> [img[imgs/boobsshirt.jpg]] <<else>> <<video "boobshirt">> <<endif>> You had to admit, that your body looked rather sexy in a such overfilled shirt, but it was nowhere close to what you //wanted// to look like. Therefore you returned to your t-shirt, as it hid your assets at least a little bit better, despite constant bouncing that you couldn't help anyway. <<else>>\ <<set _shirt to true>>\ The shirt, after buttoning it up, felt different. It was a bit tighter in the chest, due to your <<print $final.boobs>>, but overall it wasn't that bad. Maybe if you wouldn't buy such slim shirt before... "It looked great on me...", you thought, realizing that it //was// a great idea, back when you were //normal//. <<endif>>\ &emsp;Finally, you put on your shoes, that actually fit decently. "Well, my feet were always kinda small, seems that the application didn't find them problematic", you concluded. You looked at yourself critically in a digital mirror of Inventory Isolation. \ \ <<if _shirt>>\ <<if ($info.height/10)>($final.height/10)>>\ Your shirt, even though tighter at chest, looked like it was bought for an older brother of yours. Since you became shorter it didn't feel well at all. With no better idea, you just rolled up the sleeves to make it look better and called it a day. \ <<elseif ($info.height/10)<($final.height/10)>>\ Your shirt, aside from the tightness in the chest, looked just too small on your bigger body. With no idea how to deal with it, you decided to just stick to it anyway. \ <<else>>\ Fortunately your shirt fit decently, since at least your height didn't change almost at all. "Hey, one thing I don't have to take care of!", you thought, but couldn't really push yourself to feel happy. \ <<endif>>\ <<else>>\ Your t-shirt wasn't the best idea to wear for an interview, but with such well endowed chest as yours, you really didn't have any choice right now. The shame of having big breast was way bigger than that of walking around in unofficial attire, that was obvious anyway. \ <<endif>>\ \ <<if _pants>>\ <<if ($info.height/10)>($final.height/10)>>\ Unable to stop yourself, you winced at the sight of your slacks. They looked bad, being too long for you right now. Rolling up slacks' legs, you couldn't imagine anyone telling you "hey, I like your pants!". And you were right, because no sane person would say that, seeing what you've done. <<elseif ($info.height/10)<($final.height/10)>>\ Unable to stop yourself, you winced at the sight of your slacks. They looked bad, being too short for you right now. You couldn't imagine anyone telling you "hey, I like your pants!". And you were right, because no sane person would say that, but you didn't have any idea how to aid this problem. <<else>>\ With a somewhat happy face you concluded that your slacks were looking as good as in the past, or maybe even better with the new ass of yours! One more thing you could not be ashamed of. <<endif>>\ <<else>>\ Your Bermuda shorts really didn't make the whole look any better, but at least they fit you nicely and were comfortable. <<endif>>\ &emsp;There was nothing else you could do with your outfit, you decided that it was the time to go to your new workplace, whatever it was. Closing your virtual closets and hanging back your clothings, you exited the isolation and reappeared normally in News Hub, where your consciousness was a few minutes ago, ready to go. No one around cared about you in any way, filled with their own problems. You pulled the user interface in front of your face and searched for the address of your new job. After finding it, in the messages from the Almost Ready application, you clicked the link and your body was almost immediately transported near the building. [[Look around|MorningBoss3]]

&emsp;Looking around you couldn't comprehend where exactly you showed up, but it looked like the southern, warmer parts of the European servers. The building that stood in front of you looked rather odd, but it did not surprise you, most of modern architectionists were going in weird directions nowadays. [img[imgs/jobbuilding.jpg]] &emsp;Yet, you actually struggled to actually find a door to enter the building. Finally, you managed to see a difference between a huge glassy wall and sliding door, which you crossed to enter a big hall. There were people inside, some of them sit on chairs in a few different places, apparently waiting for something next to a few office doors. Some just stood and talked to each other, and some waited in a line to the secretary at the desk. You couldn't see her well, because of how the queue lined up, but she seemed nice from afar. A bit nervous, you stood in a waiting line as well, trying to stay invisible and hide your shame of being there in the first place. Successfully, not a one person even looked your way until you finally could speak to the woman behind the desk. She smiled at you, but she looked at your attire with an unpleasant face, obviously not liking your style. Then she asked. – //Hello. How can I help you, Ms.?// – @@.main;I was told to@@ – before you finished the sentence you could already see her eyes opening wider. You totally forgot that your voice did not match the appearance of a woman! It was too late to repair it anyway, so you just continued after a brief pause. – @@.main;To get here and talk to my new boss.@@ – //Oh... You are a new employee? I wasn't told about an employee like yo...// – she paused as well for a moment. – //I...Um... Are you the new <<print $final.job>>? From the AR company?// – @@.main;Mhm.@@ – //Oh...// – She sighed and looked as if you was going to faint. – //That's... wonderful. Okay, I will set up the meeting. Your dignity, please?// – @@.main;<<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>>.@@ – //Mhm. Okay, please sit there// – she pointed at a chair nearby. – //and wait a moment.// &emsp;You did as you were told, even more nervous than before. Glad that you were the last person in the queue and no one could hear your conversation, you sat and waited for a few minutes, until the woman spoke to you again, from a distance. – //Mister...// – she paused briefly again – //Miss? Miss <<print $info.surname>>, enter the room 23, please.// &emsp;Getting up from the chair, you looked around to see that not a single person cared about you. With a big relief you walked forward, to find the room 23. It didn't take long, because the door to this room were probably the easiest to find – big, black with silver ornaments and metallic letters formed into a word "Boss room". You chuckled quietly, because it sounded like an end of a level awaited you. Will you finish it and get some experience, or will be forced to see the game over, was still unknown. Pressing the handle, you pushed the door and entered a big office with a man sitting beside his desk, reading some papers. [[Say hello|MorningBoss4]]

[img[imgs/boss.jpg]] &emsp;After clearing your throat, and getting his attention, you tried to speak. To your surprise, your mouth escaped only weird unarticulated sounds, a gibberish. You were more nervous than you thought so. – //So that's why// – the man's voice was deep and powerful. You felt very vulnerable in the state you currently had to endure. – //Brenda was saying there's a problem? Because you, Ms. I-already-forgot, cannot speak?// – you cleared your throat once again and this time tried your best to sound confident. – @@.main;No, sir. I can speak clearly. I'm <<print $info.surname>> <<print $info.name>>.@@ &emsp;Man's eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed. He put the papers aside and stood up, still looking at you, directly into your eyes. He was taller than you, stronger and looked dangerous. You took a single step back, but remained your ground apart from that. – //My name is Johnatan Porter, and I didn't ask for yours. My business needs another woman, not a freak. Please, leave the building immediately.// – @@.main;With pleasure, but I don't think it's so simple. I'm pretty sure I'm legally bound to work for you, if I want it or not.@@ – //No, you're not. Get the fuck out of here. Corey!// – some dainty looking guy in tight pants and glasses on his nose showed up in a few seconds. – //Corey, what the fuck does it mean? Why the AR brought this thing instead of a new <<print $final.job>> material?!// – //I think we already got their message, sir. They were telling us that there was a mistake on their part, but we have to agree to work around it anyway.// – //Why don't //I// know about it?// – //You said you won't care until the girl will show up, sir.// – //And I was damn right! So now I //do// care, Corey. How can we make things straight?// – //I don't think we can, sir. I need to read our contract once again, but I'm pretty sure we cannot refuse to hire... that person... and make it stay for a while.// – //Then better read the damn thing, because it will be a fucking disaster.// – //Yes, sir.// – The little guy went off to read some papers, while the boss gestured you to approach him and sit in front of him, on a chair. – //What the fuck happened, man?// – @@.main;You tell me. I got tricked by the AR, they changed my avatar and forced me to work for you.@@ – //Couldn't you refuse, cancel it?// – @@.main;Tried, they threatened me.@@ – //Fucking corporations!// – shouted the man, hypocritically. – //I can't let you work like this!// – @@.main;If I will be able to just go away and get my avatar back, I'll be the happiest man on a planet.@@ – //Then better play with those new tits of yours, because I swear I'm not going to let it be as it is. Wait outside, please. Brenda will call you out if necessary.// – @@.main;Gladly, sir.@@ – you replied and went off, to sit on the very same chair in the main hall, as you did before. &emsp;A few minutes passed till you got nervous again. Slowly at first, but increasingly quickly after half an hour later. Brenda kept doing her stuff and didn't give you a single look more until almost two hours passed. When she called you, you finally had a reason to stand up, which you did with pleasure. – //Mr. Porter wants you to go to him again.// – she said, and you complied. &emsp;When you entered the room, you didn't like the face he was making. He looked as an angry person who tries to get rid of a problem. And you knew that //you// were his problem all along. Could they just kill you, right there? "Don't be stupid", you thought to yourself. – //I did my best, man.// – the man finally opened his mouth to speak to you. – //But they're good. I can't just throw you away.// – @@.main;That's... bad.@@ – //Yeah, even though it sounds ridiculous. Anyway, you will work for me, despite if we both dislike it as much as anything.// – @@.main;I really hoped you could...@@ – //I did as well, but no chance for that.// – @@.main;Great...@@ – //Yeah... Anyway, I need you to leave the building and use your MC to follow the AR instructions. When you're done, get back here, okay?// – @@.main;Not like I have a choice. I'll be back, then.@@ – You said and left the building. Indeed, AR application sent you another message. //Set the destiny to Mak4-ron street and wait for further instructions.// &emsp;You did as you were told to and quickly showed up in a completely different spot than before. In front of you equally weird building, but with a completely different style. The area looked decent, quite relaxing, like a place you could stay to just stroll for an hour or two. [img[imgs/spa.jpg]] &emsp;You had no idea where were you, but instead of dwelling on that you simply knocked to the door. Before you could walk in, another message was sent to you. //Your code is: R0NC1NW3VC2AP1GP0BP0CC1HE0SE0. Sending it to the reception... ...please wait. Done. Walk to the reception and follow the instructions.// &emsp;The building looked a bit bigger from the inside and it used the ACA as a receptionist, instead of a real human. After all those years you had no troubles with differentiating them. You walked up to the nice looking lady and spoke. – @@.main;I'm Mr. <<print $info.surname>>, my code is@@ – you copied the code from the message – @@.main;R0NC1NW3VC2A1GP0BP0CC1HE0SE0. Why am I here?@@ – //Code correct, please follow the yellow line. Have fun!// – answered the lady and ignored you. A bright line appeared on the ground beneath you, leading you to certain stairs, which you climbed. It ended up near the door with an interesting name on it: "Personal sector". Before you entered, you noticed that someone is calling you. After checking your communicator, a familiar ID showed up, called "HotBabe2018". It was the AR lawyer! You answered the conversation. – //Hey, it's me again. You're such a trouble maker!// – @@.main;What do you want?@@ – //I was called to talk to your new boss' lawyer, they wanted to kick you out of their business.// – @@.main;Yeah, I can't understand why it didn't happen.@@ – //Because they are legally bound to hire you, even though we fucked up, simple.// – @@.main;Do you know where am I, or why did they send me here? I'm in a weird building, entering so called "Personal sector".@@ – //Yes I do. You see, we managed to prove them that our contract specifies you have to be hired. Unfortunately their lawyers are really good and in less than two hours they found out some inaccuracies.// – @@.main;Who would think...@@ – //You won't like it, smart-ass. I'm calling you to calm you down before you'll enter that sector, glad I managed to do it in time. Listen to me now.// – @@.main;Listening.@@ – //Our company is bound to provide valid employees for our co-working businesses, like the one you entered. Even though you're not a woman, you're still a valid worker, able to do the job, so despite our fuck up, we didn't break that rule. Unfortunately, there's also another part of the "valid" definition. Employee that we're providing cannot be threatening to the company's reputation.// – @@.main;So, you're saying that I //am// threatening, because I'm not a woman?@@ – //Not exactly, the sole fact of your genitals is not really an issue //per se//. Yes, the visibility of your bulge is causing a problem, but it's more than that. We ''had'' to agree to fix all those problems, that's why you are, where you are.// – @@.main;...@@ – after a brief silence you shouted, full of rage: – @@.main;I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE AWAY MY FUCKING DICK!@@ – //Calm the fuck down, you dumb bitch! I don't think we can change your dick. Too expensive to force it through.// – @@.main;I'm out of here.@@ – //No you're not. Despite the fact that you're not able to log out right now// – you immediately checked that, she was right. It counts as being in your job apparently, and log out function is always disabled at the job. – //you would regret running away, I can assure you of that.// – @@.main;Fuck you.@@ – //God, you're annoying! I'm trying to fucking help you, bitch. I could just let you go there, make stupid faces and scream "no, I don't want that!" and be forced into things without any knowledge what's going to happen and why. And instead I want to provide you with some fucking information and help. So how's it going to be?// – @@.main;You're not helping me. If you were, you wouldn't blackmail me!@@ – //I can't let you out of this. It would cost the company too much and it's too important for me. But at the same time I'm not proud of what's happening and I want you to suffer as little as possible through the process.// – She actually sounded convincing with that. – @@.main;Fine, I'm listening. But is there really no way of turning all this crap back into normal?@@ – //Not really, there's nothing I can do for now. As I said, maybe after those six months we can figure it out, but that's all I can say. Now, you're going to fucking hate it, but additional changes will be brought upon you.// – @@.main;You said you can't change me anymore!@@ – //That's true, but it's not about your body. Your... um, shemale appearance, is threatening to the company's reputation. As you know, dickgirls are not really an acceptable form of a decent human being in society.// – @@.main;So what? If you can't cut my dick off, there's not much you can do.@@ – //Yes, so we just can't let people around you find out that you're not a woman.// – @@.main;Not hard really, I already look like one.@@ – //Exactly, but you don't sound like one.// – @@.main;...you've got to be kidding me.@@ – //Cut it. Right now you know it will happen, you want it or not. You're going to have your avatar's voice changed today and there's no other option, whining will not help it.// &emsp;You felt like crying. It's one thing to look like a girl, another to be called "Missus" instead of Mister. But actually having a voice of a girl? With a body like this you'd be practically impossible to distinguish from women. On the other hand, that's what they want from you and you know that. – @@.main;Fuck this shit...@@ – //Gosh, so glad you're not screaming "oh no, not another bloody change!". Yeah, it sucks, I know. But it's for the better. It's way less humiliating to be a woman, than a something in between, trust me.// – @@.main;Sure...@@ – //Buuuut... It's not all.// – @@.main;Oh, go fuck yourself!@@ – //It's even worse, to be honest.// – @@.main;I'm going to faint.@@ – //There's no way the company will let "Ms. <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>" work for them. We've got to change that.// – @@.main;Oh. That's okay, I can just say my name's Suzie or whatever.@@ – //No you can't, all the paperwork will be filled with your true name anyway. We need to legally change it.// – @@.main;NO FUCKING WAY.@@ – //Feint if you need to, I will wait.// – @@.main;End this. Just fucking kill me, I don't care anymore.@@ – //Yes, you do, you're too goddamn young to wish to be dead.// – @@.main;You're right and I fucking hate myself for that...@@ – //It's always better to suffer through life, than end it, dude. Anyway, other changes are not as drastic.// – @@.main;Other changes...@@ What other, the hell, changes? With name and voice, I will be a girl like any other! – //Sure, especially with an attitude... Anyway, you need a new wardrobe, pants and shirts are not going to be acceptable for such a big company as it is. Also, we're going to hide your dick, but don't worry, only at work.// – @@.main;To be honest, you're right. In comparison, such changes are whatever really.@@ – //See? The worst is behind you. Now you walk where they want you to and follow the orders. You'll see, those six months will be short and you'll be laughing about it in no time.// – @@.main;I swear I'm going to kill you all at some point.@@ – //Good luck with that, start from my boss, please. Call me if you need anything.// – She did not wait for your answer and closed the conversation. &emsp;Standing in front of the "Personal section", you just couldn't believe your eyes, ears and mind, that things you just took part of, the information you received, were really true. You took a deep breath and entered the door. [[Personal section|Spa1]]

&emsp;The yellow line led you to a big corridor with many doors around. Too depressed with your own situation, you didn't read any signs and just followed the path until you reached your destination. After entering the room, it turned out to be a very small one with only one device in front of you. The screen was waiting for your input, saying: //Legally change your name here. Please, touch the screen to begin.// &emsp;"Looks like it will be faster than I thought so", were your thoughts when you placed your finger on the screen. Another instructions appeared, telling you to fill the brackets with your personal information. First and last name, Conscious Life address, Virtual World ID, names of your parents, the amount of children if any, the name of your spouse if any, etc. It took a while, after which the device searched through the database and found out your ID in the global census. After that, you were asked to wait, and a message "Analysis of the reason of the change" appeared. Seems like they got a message from your boss, or anyone who deals with these matters. Finally another message appeared, with brackets below to fill. //Reason for the change: business protocol. Mandated changes to be made:// \ \ <<switch $final.jobId>>\ <<case 0>>//First name. Last name suspension. Suspension reason: profession specifics.// &emsp;"Last name suspension? What the fuck?", you thought as you read the message. There was a little button to click for more information. It looked like, that as a <<print $final.job>> working for that company, you couldn't use your last name anymore for the time of working there. Every maid was using only her first name, second name if needed, and the title "Professional Maid". You'd heard about such practices already in a few cases, like hotel boys or professional chamberlains with suspended first names, but it wasn't a very common practice. You had no other choice, than to type in your new name. First name: <<textbox "$final.name" "">> <<set $final.surname to "the Professional Maid">>\ <<case 1>>//First name. Adding the academic title: Lecturer.// &emsp;"The academic title? Cool!", you thought as you read the message. You had no academic title yourself, but it would make sense. As a teacher, you had to have at least some professional education degree, even at the lowest positions. Therefore they probably forged you one. Was that even legal? Doubtful, but there was no other choice right there, than to type your new name. At least your last name won't change. First name: <<textbox "$final.name" "">> <<set $final.surname to $info.surname>>\ <<case 2>>//First name. Last name.// &emsp;"Ehh.. I can't believe it", you thought as you read the message. Both your first and last name will be legally changed. You didn't even understand why would you have to change the last one, <<print $info.surname>> seemed quite unisex to you. But maybe it was just to avoid tracking down your previous name? With unanswered questions, you had no other choice, than to type in your new dignity. First name: <<textbox "$final.name" "">> Last name: <<textbox "$final.surname" "">> <<case 3>>//Stage name. Original: Unchanged and hidden.// &emsp;"Woohoo!", you thought as you read the message. "It's so good to be a model!" You were not sure what does it mean to have your name hidden, so you clicked the little button with more information. It seemed that the only way to know your true name, somebody would have to have a legal permission to check it in global census. Other than that, everybody was bound to use and accept your stage name, as a legal version of your dignity. At least you will keep being <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>, just no one will know about it. Now, you had to come up with some good stage name. Stage first name: <<textbox "$final.name" "">> Stage last name: <<textbox "$final.surname" "">> <</switch>>\ [[Confirm|Spa2]]

&emsp;You clicked the confirmation button, curious if that was all. It didn't seem like a secure way of changing the name. What if somebody would insert the words like "chair" or a "dumbass"? Or better, something like "Parrack Upama", that famous basketball player? Your questions were quickly answered, but not the way you would want them to be. //Inserted values unaccepted by the authorities of your company. Please, select one of the versions below.// &emsp;It seemed that this choice was taken away from you as well. You couldn't even name yourself! At least you could choose by yourself, but it hit your pride hard. Why would you have to be named like only in //those// boundaries? There was nothing you could do about it, though. //Click the arrows to choose your name.//\ <<display "ChooseName">>\ <<link "Confirm" "Spa3">> <<script>> var name = $("#name").text(); var surname = $("#surname").text(); State.variables.final.name = name; State.variables.final.surname = surname; State.variables.wasRandomed = false; <</script>> <</link>> <<link "Randomly click buttons out of frustration" "Spa3">> <<script>> let list = State.variables.fullNames[State.variables.final.job]; let max = list.names.length-1; let random = Math.floor(Math.random()*max); State.variables.final.name = list.names[random]; State.variables.final.surname = list.surnames[random]; State.variables.wasRandomed = true; <</script>> <</link>>\ \ <<silently>> [[Spa3]] <</silently>>

<<silently>> [[Spa2]] <<display "Names">> <<set _i = 0>> <<set _j = 0>> <</silently>>\ \ <table> <tr> <td width = "200px">\ <<button "↑">> <<script>> State.temporary.i++; let i = State.temporary.i; if(i>State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].names.length-1){ State.temporary.i = 0; i = State.temporary.i; } $("#name").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].names[i] ); <</script>> <</button>>\ </td> <td>\ <<button "↑">> <<script>> State.temporary.j++; let j = State.temporary.j; if(j>State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].surnames.length-1){ State.temporary.j = 0; j = State.temporary.j; } $("#surname").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].surnames[j] ); <</script>> <</button>>\ </td> </tr> <tr> <td>First: <span id="name"></span></td><td>Last: <span id="surname"></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td>\ <<button "↓">> <<script>> State.temporary.i--; let i = State.temporary.i; if(i<0){ State.temporary.i = State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].names.length-1; i = State.temporary.i; } $("#name").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].names[i] ); <</script>> <</button>>\ </td> <td>\ <<button "↓">> <<script>> State.temporary.j--; let j = State.temporary.j; if(j<0){ State.temporary.j = State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].surnames.length-1; j = State.temporary.j; } $("#surname").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].surnames[j] ); <</script>> <</button>>\ </td> </tr> </table>\ <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function(){ $("#name").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].names[0] ); $("#surname").html( State.variables.names[State.variables.final.job].surnames[0] ); }); <</script>> <</silently>>\

<<set $names to { maid: { names : [ "Andrea", "Francine", "Gabrielle", "Lily", "Juliette", "Morgance", "Prudentia", "Roxana", "Sabine", "Violette" ], surnames : ["the Professional Maid"] }, teacher: { names : [ "Arleen", "Deborah", "Haley", "Kimberlee", "Marta", "Ophelia", "Rose", "Tabitha", "Wendolyn", "Zofia" ], surnames : [$info.surname] }, secretary: { names : [ "Bessie", "Chelsie", "Daisy", "Elise", "Fay", "Jeffie", "Kathy", "Lacy", "Suzie", "Vicky" ], surnames : [ "Adkins", "Grace", "Hariss", "Irwin", "Marble", "Noel", "Oshea", "Paris", "Quinn", "Reyna" ] }, model: { names : [ "Appliepie", "Bambi", "Crystal", "Dolly", "Fauline", "Kara", "Moonlight", "Petite", "Rosie", "Scarlet" ], surnames : [ "Bliss", "La Gambette", "San Soucis", "Demure", "De Monaco", "Delight", "Koala", "La Grande", "Bang Bang", "La Diva" ] } }>> <<set $fullNames = { maid: { names : [ "Annabelle", "Bernadette", "Cassandra", "Elizabeth", "Henriette", "Isabelle", "Jessica", "Natalie", "Olivia", "Samantha" ], surnames : ["the Professional Maid"] }, teacher: { names : [ "Aveena", "Ingrid", "Judith", "Laurania", "Moira", "Melissa", "Ornella", "Pandora", "Svetlana", "Venus" ], surnames : [$info.surname] }, secretary: { names : [ "Adeline", "Coraline", "Dacie", "Jaine", "Lotti", "Kat", "Minna", "Olivia", "Patti", "Shari" ], surnames : [ "Matz", "Meek", "Bickis", "Mocroft", "Harty", "Trulli", "McLean", "Free", "Picco", "Portoso" ] }, model: { names : [ "Angel", "Diamond", "Doll", "Electra", "Fantasia", "Jiggles", "Minette", "Sugar", "Sunshine", "Twinkle" ], surnames : [ "Bombshell", "Deluxe", "Princess", "Pleasure", "LeCoq", "Wilde", "La Queen", "Bon Bon", "Darling", "Fanny" ] }, }>> <<silently>> [[ChooseName]] <</silently>>\

<<if $wasRandomed>>\ &emsp;The brackets disappeared and another message showed up. You double checked, sure that you had to do something wrong. But no, your eyes worked well and you were sure you just clicked buttons quickly up and down and then hit confirm. "But...There were no such options as those before!", you shouted in your mind, looking at the outcome. //Choice confirmed and registered. Your name will be legally changed in 1 minute. Thank you for using global census terminal, produced for the Almost Ready Company. Have a nice day! Your new name is: <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>// <<else>>\ &emsp;The brackets disappeared and another message showed up. You read it a few times, but couldn't really comprehend it. Your name was changed? How could you agree to something like this? It wasn't your name, it couldn't be. The message said: //Choice confirmed and registered. Your name will be legally changed in 1 minute. Thank you for using global census terminal, produced for the Almost Ready Company. Have a nice day! Your new name is: <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>// <<endif>>\ &emsp;"I can't believe it", you thought. "No fucking way, I don't want to be called this way anyway. I'm going to change it again!". You hit the button again and started the whole process from the start, filling all information. But when the terminal got to the point where it analysed the reason of the change, it sent out an error, asking you to contact with the authorities to get a permission for name change. After all, you were stuck with this one for now. "How the fuck can I live as <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>...?", you asked but no one was there to answer. &emsp;The yellow line lit up again, leading you outside. You followed it, deeply depressed. Life of yours was being destroyed by your own hands and you couldn't do anything to help it. Elea was your only hope and you really, really hoped she can help you out of this mess. You reached the next door, as you could easily notice this one was supposed to change your voice. Not looking forward for that, you stepped inside to see a similar room with a single device. [[Use the device|Spa4]]

&emsp;After following simple orders at first, you had to fill another form to check your permissions. The device denied the access. Your eyes went wide, why would it? Did the company revoked the need? You tried once again and got declined one more time. A smile showed up on your face, but then you realized your mistake. This time you entered "<<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>" as your name and it went through without a problem, letting you change the voice of yours. Filled with sadness again, you watched the screen, showing you the possible options. Apparently they were limited by the company you're going to be working for. "Who would guess...", you thought sarcastically. Choose your new voice: <<button "Alto">> <<replace "#voicetest">> – @@.fmain;My fucking gods, I sound like a girl! Shit, this voice reminds me of my mother...@@ – you said. <</replace>> <<script>>$(".fmain").css("color","hotpink"); $("#next").show()<</script>> <</button>>\ \ <<button "Mezzo-soprano">> <<replace "#voicetest">> – @@.fmain;My fucking gods, I sound like a girl! Wow, this voice is quite high, I sound sexy.@@ – you said. <</replace>> <<script>>$(".fmain").css("color","mediumvioletred"); $("#next").show()<</script>> <</button>>\ \ <<button "Soprano">> <<replace "#voicetest">> – @@.fmain;My fucking gods, I sound like a girl! Oh fuck, that's high pitched as fuck! My dick is getting hard just from listening to it.@@ – you said. <</replace>> <<script>>$(".fmain").css("color","magenta"); $("#next").show()<</script>> <</button>>\ <span id="voicetest"> – @@.main;I've got very little idea what those words even mean – you spoke to yourself, and tried to investigate them.@@ </span>\ <span id="next" hidden>\ &emsp;It was very, very hard for yourself to admit it, but you actually liked those voices. It would be very humiliating to let anyone hear you using that, but certainly less than introducing yourself as <<print $final.name>> with your male voice. You kept talking, checking out all three possibilities. You hoped that nobody was around, because you tried to imitate famous actresses quotes, lewd sounds and sexy whispers. <<video "sounds">> &emsp;Having a bit too much fun, finally you had to decide which voice to accept. Suddenly, all felt terrible to use for six months, but you had no other choice but to settle with one of them. [[Confirm choice|Spa5]] </span>

&emsp;That was it. You had <<print $final.boobs>> boobs, <<print $final.butt>> butt, <<print $final.hairL>>, <<print $final.hairC>>, <<print $final.hairS>> hair, <<print $final.lipsS>> lips, your name was <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>> and your voice sounded like woman's. There was nothing you could do to be perceived as a man in your avatar's body, and you knew that. That fact did not crush your hopes, though. You still had a possibility to end all of this and reverse the changes. Elea is working to help you, she might be a selfish bitch, but she was a lawyer that liked challenges. The only way you could behave right now, was to keep your head high and hope for the best. Therefore you followed the next yellow line. &emsp;This time the line led you in a completely different place. You left the "Personal Section" and showed up near something that looked like... "A teleport? Am I going somewhere else?", you thought to yourself while the yellow line lit one of the teleporting pads. You stepped on it and waited. After a brief delay, you showed up in a different building, but this one was filled with... "Women!". [img[imgs/mall.jpg]] &emsp;It looked just like any other shopping center, and you weren't sure if it wasn't one. They all looked like normal clients, looking through racks of clothes, shelves of shoes and accessories. You didn't understand what this meant to you, were you supposed to just do some shopping? But all became a bit clearer when you realized, that the yellow path did not stop there, it led you in the other direction, afar from all those boutiques. You followed it and reached doors with a sign over them that said "My Style", that apparently you should come through. After doing that, hesitantly, you've noticed a woman sitting by her desk, not looking at you at all. You approached her, closing the door behind you first, and said: – @@.fmain;Hello—@@ – you just realized that it was the first time you were using your new voice in public, and your throat narrowed so much out of embarrassment that you couldn't speak anymore. – //Hi, how can I help you?// – replied the woman and finally looked at you, her eyes traveling around all your body, visibly sizing you up. She had dark hair, kind, smiley face and was looking rather classy. [img[imgs/modist.jpg]] &emsp;You couldn't answer her question, staring at her face instead, trying to relax your body and overcome the tension in your throat, so far in vain. But briefly after her question, she followed up with: – //Because I can clearly see I ''could'' help you here or there// – looking at your outfit. "Oh, you daughter of a bitch...", you thought, understanding that she just basically mocked your appearance. Finally, after another brief delay, you managed to speak again. – @@.fmain;I was following the yellow line and it led me here.@@ – //Oh, okay. I did get a message that somebody from the AR will show up today, is that you?// – @@.fmain;Seems so.@@ – //Great. In case you don't know, I'm here to help you with your clothes. I'm going to give you a few things to wear, paid by the AR. I'm also going to give you an advice or two, to help you out choosing your own style in the future, following trends and sticking to your company's requirements at the same time. Excited?// – @@.fmain;No, not really.@@ – //Well, I am! Follow me// – She stood up and went further into the room. You walked behind her. – //Your work today will be very easy, just stay in the changing room and wear everything I'll tell you to. And of course listen to what I've got to say. That's all. Is that okay?// – @@.fmain;Yeah, sure@@ – you replied with no enthusiasm. – //Mhm, good. Get in and fully undress, then wait for me to bring some stuff.// &emsp;You walked into the changing room and took off your shirt, seeing yourself in the mirror, that showed off your <<print $final.boobs>> breasts. After that you took off your shoes and socks, then your pants but with that you stopped. "I can't let her see my fucking dick!", you thought to yourself in horror. Coming up with no good idea how to help yourself, you decided to stay in your boxers, hiding your member behind your hands. Finally the woman returned. She opened up the curtain without asking you if that's okay and looked at you, saying: – //I'm going to start wi—// – she stopped and looked at your hands, covering your crotch. – //Don't be shy, I said //fully// undress. We're all women here, right? I've seen so many coochies you can't imagine.// – "Bet you didn't see one like mine", you thought sarcastically. – @@.fmain;I'd rather not.@@ – //C'mon, I can't help you with picking out things if you're going to be like that! One, two, three, take off your... Do you always dress like a man, by the way?// – @@.fmain;Yes I do.@@ – //Well, you won't for long. Anyway, take off those old boxers.// – @@.fmain;No.@@ – //In the message from the AR company I read that it's mandatory for you to get help from me. It's mandatory ''for you''. If you won't cooperate, you are the one who'll be in troubles, not me. How's it gonna be, sweety?// – "Well, she wanted that herself", you concluded and moved your hands to the sides. [img[imgs/boxers.jpg]] [[Continue|Spa6]]

&emsp;Her eyes widened, eyebrows went up and she flinched. While covering her mouth with both hands, she looked up at you, then returned to look at your crotch again and finally gasped. You didn't know how to react at this point, so you just kept waiting. She looked behind her, partially covering the insides of your cabin with a curtain, checking if there were anyone else around, and they uncovered the view again. [img[imgs/mouthcovered.jpg]] — //Okay. What the actual fuck does it mean?// – she asked after all that fuss. – @@.fmain;It means I've got a dick@@ – you answered, with no intent of explaining her how it happened that you were basically a shemale.@@ – //I can see that, you jerk!// – she shouted, visibly angry. – //But why the fuck you... You look like a girl, and even sound like one, b-but...// – @@.fmain;I'm not happy about it either. The girl part, rather than the dick, but nonetheless.@@ – //If not the AR commands, I want you to know that I'd kick you out right now, with fanfares!// – @@.fmain;Yeah, I figured@ – you replied. Thanks to her shock you actually felt better and more confident. Now she was the one who had to deal with a problem, not you. – //Okay, I'm calling the AR. Wait here, don't move ''anywhere''.// &emsp;You decided to listen and just stood there, only in your boxers, watching the curtain and thinking about mostly nothing. After a few minutes, while all you could hear was just gibberish and a conversation held with a raised voice, she returned. – //Wait a bit longer, okay?// – @@.fmain;For what?@@ – //The AR promised to help me with...with you. Someone will be here shortly.// – @@.fmain;And then what? Will they help you stop watching or or something?@@ – //I'm not watching that pathetic dicklett, you stupid big-cocked—...small-cocked jackass!// – she shouted and left the cabin once again. You just smiled and kept waiting. After another few minutes you heard her talking to someone. "Thank you for coming!", she said. "I really didn't know what to do, your company didn't tell me it will be... like that". You heard no answer but the person approached your cabin and entered it briefly. Surprised, you noticed that it was a young, beautiful lady. She was blonde, slightly shorter than you, with big breasts and wonderful eyes. Speechless, you watched her confidently entering the cabin and squeezing between you and a wall until she stood against the mirror, turning you to face her. With that, she just knelt in front of you, and without a word she slipped off your boxers, pulling them to the ground. – @@.fmain;What are you d—...?@@ – you tried to ask but she took your big dick into her mouth and start casually sucking you. <<if $final.skinC != "black">>\ <<video "blowjob">> <<else>>\ <<video "blowjobBLACK">> <<endif>>\ &emsp;Completely dumbfounded you watched her blowing your dick, directly looking into her eyes or admiring the view of her plump ass and long blonde hair in the mirror in front of you. She was doing that like a pro, no girlfriend of yours did that so well. Her tongue was hitting the right spots, her hands were massaging your balls and body. Time to time she smiled at you, rising your heart beat even higher with her sexy face. It didn't take long for you to get close, your breath speeding up and eyes closing on their own. You moved your hands automatically, placing them on her head, trying to help. However, she took both your arms and gently put them behind your back, patting them a few times, giving you a sign to stay like this while she does her job. You obeyed. She took her time, your sperm didn't just shoot out, it slowly gathered near the head of your cock, while she pressed her tongue to block the way out. The tension made it so pleasurable you thought you were going to faint. &emsp;Finally you came, hard. But when you were completely distracted and filled with the pleasure of an orgasm, you felt something cold touching both of your wrists. You tried to check what that was and immediately noticed that your hands were restricted. Those were handcuffs! <<video "cumshot">><<video "handcuffs">> — @@.fmain;What's going on?!@@ — you cried. The kneeling girl gulped all your juices before she spoke. — //Relax, it's for your own safety.// — Her voice as angelic as her face. But you did not relax at all. — @@.fmain;Get it off me!@@ — //I already got you off, sweety.// — she said, jokingly. — //Don't you want too much?// &emsp;You looked behind you to see the previous woman standing there, smiling at you. She was the one who cuffed you! Struggling with all your might, you tried to open them yourself but they were made out of metal, there was no way out without a key. — @@.fmain;What do you want?@@ — //To fix the problem// — said the modist, while the young girl stood up and left the cabin, leaving you two behind. Next, she returned with something in her hand that you, seasoned by the internet, quickly recognized as a chastity cage! — @@.fmain;No fucking way...@@ — //Oh, stop it already.// — said the young tormentor. — //Our company told you already that something has to happen with your dick, when you're at work, right? And that's our solution, sweety. Normally we would wait until you reach the end of those additional changing course, but since Mrs. Roberts here were freaking out by your sight, we thought it wouldn't be that bad to hand it to you quicker.// — @@.fmain;If in your opinion that should be voluntary, why the fuck did you cuffed me right away?@@ — //Would it let me put it on without it?// — @@.fmain;Of course!@@ — you said, sarcastically. — //That's your answer. By the way, nice dick. I'd like to lick it again someday.// — she said and despite your position, it turned you on. — //Oh, and cute voice// — she winked. That comment totally turned you off again, embarrassment filling your mind instead. — //Now be a nice future-<<print $final.job>>, and let me put it on you without a fuss, okay? The only other option is that you will start running away naked with cuffed hands until I'll do something cruel to calm you down. How's it gonna be? [[Comply|SpaChastity][$comply to true]] [[Try to run away|SpaChastity][$comply to false]]

<<if $comply>>\ &emsp;You decided that in such case it was pointless to resist and you just nodded. The girl gestured you to lie on the ground, which you did. — //Gosh, I got all hot from that blowjob. Are you hot too, Mrs. Roberts?// — she asked her casually. — //Not really, no.// — //Oh I'm sure you are!// — she replied and slowly took off her own shirt. The other woman smiled. — //You're right, it is a bit hot here.// — She proceeded to take off her clothes as well and giggled. &emsp;You watched them undressing in front of you, your limp dick stayed completely down, exhausted by the very intense orgasm of yours, but you still felt slowly turning on inside. Knowing what they were doing, you simply closed your eyes. — //Oh, did someone fell asleep? I don't want you to sleep through it!// — said the younger girl and strongly pinched you thigh. You squeaked, your new girly voice sounded very cute at that moment and the women laughed at you. Forced to watch, you could see them staying only in their underwear and kneeling in front of you. They took their time and before your dick was completely locked up, you could feel it trying to grow again. <<video "locked">> – //All done, it won't come off without the key, Mrs. Roberts. You can be sure about it.// – //Oh thank you! Now I can work with her.// – //It was a pleasure to help you, Mrs. Roberts. Have fun together!// – the young girl left the cabin and went away, while the modist stood up and with a fake, happy face spoke to you. – //Stand up, sweety. It's time to uncuff you.// – you complied and she helped you out, after which she took the key and opened the handcuffs. You immediately touched your closed dick, feeling shame and anxiety. <<else>>\ &emsp;You decided that running away was still worth a try, even if you fail at least you won't give up without a fight! At first you pretended to comply, nodding your head and waiting for instructions. The young girl told you to lie on the ground. &emsp;Kneeling on one knee, you used that position to catapult yourself forward, and breaking through the wall of two standing women, successfully. Unfortunately, that was as far as your plan went and you didn't know where to go next, with your hands behind your back you weren't even able to open the door quickly enough. That hesitance was enough for women to counter-attack. One of them caught your arms from behind and the other dealt a swift kick right into your groin. You did not expect that at all, the pain was so sudden as so powerful that you literally fainted. <<video "kickballs">> &emsp;After walking up you were in the changing room again, laying on the ground. Your hands were uncuffed and a woman, the modist, stood above you, looking into your eyes. – //I can't thank that girl enough for what she's done to us. Finally we can work together, you and me. Stand up, honey.// – she said with an obviously fake smile, but you complied and stood up. Feeling something uncomfortable, you looked down expecting to see a cage, that indeed was locked around your dick. You reached down to touch it, feeling shame and anxiety. [img[imgs/chastity.jpg]] <<endif>>\ – //Now, we can have a fresh start, sweety.// – said the modist, still smiling. – //As I was saying, before all those... problems, showed up. You will wear whatever I tell you to and listen to what I have to say. With a little luck you might even learn anything today.// – @@.fmain;Fuck you.@@ – //Oh, and one more thing. Keep offending me or disagree to wear even one single piece of clothing I offer you and I'm going to call AR again.// – ... – //Yeah, I'm curious what would they do to you now, too// – she giggled. – //But we won't found out if you behave. I'm not a sadist, I'm not a terrorist. I just want to do my goddamn job here, is that clear?// – @@.fmain;Ehh.. Yes, it is.@@ – //Please, call me Mrs. Roberts. A bit respect will come a long way.// – @@.fmain;...@@ – //What the fuck is wrong with you, you stubborn, dumb bitch?! I even said "please" and just want you to talk with respect to a woman you barely know. Is it ''that'' weird?!// – @@.fmain;Maybe it's because you cuffed me up and I ended up in a fucking cage?@@ – //You heard her, you would end up in it anyway. And I won't cooperate with a worm swinging between my beautiful, //female// client. Now, show me the goddamn respect I deserve, because I'm loosing my nerves!// &emsp;Not wanting to risk the AR showing here again, with gods know what for you this time, you decided to comply and apologize to your pride later. – @@.fmain;Okay... Mrs. Roberts.@@ – //Thank you for your this ''sarcrifice''. Gosh, what a prima donna you are...// – she rolled her eyes. – //We'll start by covering that ugly thing, wait a second.// &emsp;She stepped outside for a brief while, grabbing something from the wall nearby. The woman returned with a hanger in her hands. White panties were hanging on them. – @@.fmain;It won't look good even with that fucking cage on.@@ – //This time you're right, bravo. If we'd be in CL there wouldn't be much I could do about it, other than maybe chopping your disgusting parts off. Fortunately, it's VW and the AR company is quite rich. The cage you received has an additional application, just look.// – She waved her hands, manipulating her user interface, and briefly after that your dick disappeared completely, along with the cage, leaving only smooth skin, as if you were a doll! – @@.fmain;What the fuck?@@ – You still could feel that it is there, could feel the cage. But when you reached for that place with hands, you touched only smooth skin, weren't able to tap the cage or touch your penis at all. It was a really weird feeling, made little sense to your mind. – @@.fmain;Is that even legal? You can't just change someone's appearance!@@ – //Actually, not really. I recommend you to not show it to anyone and if somebody would force you to undress, you better turn it off and show off your caged dicklett instead of that. But when you're looking like you are and of course dressed, no one will think you're anything but a woman, so lack of dick there won't cause any alarm. And your panties will look smooth!// – @@.fmain;And what if I'd orgasm now?@@ – //They said it will look like the sperm came out of nowhere, just pouring out of your smooth skin. Weird, huh?// – @@.fmain;Rather fucked up...@@ – //Well, it's for the best. You can hide and show it on your own, option is unlocked. But the key to the cage will be given to your boss, he will be unlocking you after your work day.// – @@.fmain;That's great.@@ – //Whatever, now put those on, sweetheart.// [[Put them on|SpaChangingRoom1]]

&emsp;You took the panties and hesitantly put them on, feeling embarrassed more than whenever in your life, especially that she was watching you all that time. Not even bothering to ask for some privacy, you assumed it wouldn't make any effect anyway. <<if $final.buttId>1>>\ – //I picked up thongs, because this way your <<print $final.butt>> butt won't have problems to fit. White colour is very neutral and standard, looking great at the same time. How do you like it?// [img[imgs/accessories/items/whitepanties23.jpg]] &emsp;The panties fit you perfectly, showing off all your butt, which you looked even bigger in them. The insane idea of slapping those buttocks came up in your head, but fortunately you stopped yourself in time, realizing it's your own ass in the mirror. <<else>>\ – //I picked up a slightly boyish style, I hope it will make you happier. Your <<print $final.butt>> will look marvelous in them, I promise. How do you like it?// [img[imgs/accessories/items/whitepanties01.jpg]] &emsp;The panties fit you perfectly, the 'boyish' style was completely overcome by frills, leaving you looking like a sexy, young woman. The insane idea of massaging those cute buttocks came up in your head, but fortunately you stopped yourself in time, realizing it's your own ass in the mirror. <<endif>>\ – @@.fmain;I look like a—@@ – //Princess.// – the modist interrupted you. – //Those look great, keep wearing such style, trust me. Work great both at work and for a date.// – @@.fmain;Great, I'm planning a date soon.@@ – //Oh, do you? When?// – @@.fmain;In six months.@@ – The woman actually snorts laughter. – //Okay, you got me. Anyway, time for a bra.// – @@.fmain;Oh god...@@ – //Don't worry, you're going to love it!// – @@.fmain;I highly doubt.@@ &emsp;She left the cabin with one leg once again, reaching for another hanger. A bra, matching your white panties, was hanged on it. You remembered the times you were helping your girlfriends with choosing those, taking the sexiest to see them showing off their assets. Never thought the tables would turn. Karma? – //Don't say it till you try it, babe.// – said the woman. – @@.fmain;Yeah, sure.@@ \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>\ – //You might be surprised. Your boobs are quite <<print $final.boobs>>, honey. After a whole day of working you're going to be begging for support! That's why I picked this one. In theory you could just go with full support, but a little bit of a push-up effect will look too good on you to pass.// &emsp;You took the garment from her and slipped your hands through the straps. Then you took the loose ends and tried to clasp them behind your back, totally in vain. You felt like breaking your wrists. – @@.fmain;How to put it on?!@@ – //I thought you'll never ask!// – she giggled. – //Take it off. Good, now place it //behind// your back and clasp the strap in front of you. Easy, right? Now just twist it to the back and slip your arms through the straps. Like this, yeah. Pull it up. Good, now bend over and gather your breasts inside the cups, to make them sit perfectly. No, no, like this. Mhm, yes. You're done!// – @@.fmain;Damn, it takes ages.@@ – //A little bit of practice required, that's all. How do you feel?// [img[imgs/accessories/items/whitebra23.jpg]] – @@.fmain;Hey, those boobs are not juggling anymore that much!@@ – //See? You'd die without it in the long run.// – @@.fmain;Damn, it's tight and semi-comfortable, but it feels way better when they're squished.@@ – Yet you felt awful, wearing such an intimate, female undergarment. <<else>>\ – //On the other hand, you don't need it ''that'' much...// – @@.fmain;So maybe we're going to skip it?@@ – //No way, even totally flat you'd have to wear a bra. This way you can be sure no one will see your nipples, and you don't want to show them off in public. Especially at work! Anyway, try on this bralette, you won't regret it. It will look great with your <<print $final.boobs>> breasts.// &emsp;You took the garment from her and slipped your hands through the straps. Then you took the loose ends and tried to clasp them behind your back, totally in vain. You felt like breaking your wrists. – @@.fmain;How to put it on?!@@ – //I thought you'll never ask!// – she giggled. – //Take it off. Good, now place it //behind// your back and clasp the strap in front of you. Easy, right? Now just twist it to the back and slip your arms through the straps. Like this, yeah. Pull it up. Mhm, yes. You're done!// – @@.fmain;Damn, it takes ages.@@ – //A little bit of practice required, that's all. How do you feel?// [img[imgs/accessories/items/whitebra01.jpg]] – @@.fmain;It's like it's almost not there, to be honest.@@ – //Exactly! And it looks marvelous, so it's just a win-win.// – @@.fmain;I think I can handle.@@ – Yet you felt awful, wearing such an intimate, female undergarment. <<endif>>\ – //You will get used to it in no time. And there are so many styles you won't be able to choose! Although I'd recommend sticking to those, they fit you the best, girl.// – @@.fmain;Ok, can I take them off now?@@ – //What?// – @@.fmain;I tried the underwear already, it fits. Can I take it off?@@ – //Um, no? You won't be trying on the rest of the clothes fully naked.// – @@.fmain;Oh, rest of the clothes...@@ – //Yeah, rest of the clothes. Zip it up and prepare yourself to stay here for a while.// – @@.fmain;*Sigh*@@ [[Continue|SpaChangingRoom2]]

– //When you're out, you usually need something casual to wear. I will help you choose a style that fits your preferences.// – @@.fmain;I'm not going to wear female clothes outside of work.@@ – //Your choice, I don't care. I'm here to show you what clothes you should wear to look good. Now, wear this one and make a twirl, I want to see it all.// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit1">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] – //That's the casual one, I bet you like it, don't you?// – @@.fmain;I can live with that.@@ – //Oh stop it, it looks great on your body! Anyway, next will be something a bit more feminine.// – @@.fmain;As if this one wasn't.@@ – //Something slightly //more// feminine, sweety. With legs like these you can't just keep walking in pants all the time, you need to show them off. That's why you'll try this outfit, you're going to look great in a skirt!// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit2">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] – //See?// – @@.fmain;Damn, that's too much...@@ – //Oh, don't say that, because you didn't see the third one, yet.// – @@.fmain;What do you mean?@@ – //Next step is showing you how to look alluring. Inviting. A bit slutty, if you will.// – @@.fmain;Why would I ever need it?@@ – //I don't judge, if you want to meet pretty boys and make out it's your life.// – @@.fmain;The fuck you're talking!@@ – //Calm down, just kidding. Semi-joking. Anyway, it's up to you what will you do with that knowledge, the fact is I'm going to //show// you how to dress up this way too, that's all. Here, try these things on.// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit3">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] – @@.fmain;Gods, I look like a prostitute!@@ – you shouted, but your cage became very uncomfortable. You felt pain and had to bend a little and close your eyes. – //The cage?// – @@.fmain;Yeah...@@ – //Ha, someone likes his appearance, huh?// – @@.fmain;Stop it.@@ – //In contrast to other girls// – you didn't like the "other" word, you were not a girl. – //you can ''actually'' feel what the guys will feel when they see you like that!// – @@.fmain;Oh my...@@ – //Yeah, that's what they will say!// – she giggled. – //Anyway, let's proceed to another one. This time I want you to try something more classy. Something you might need for a formal party.// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit4">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] – @@.fmain;There are no formal parties that I would ''have'' to attend, are there?@@ – //I'm not working there, I don't even know your boss. How could I know?// – @@.fmain;I hope there are not...@@ – //And if they are, invite me! Because gods, you look so fucking hot, honey!// – her voice was a little bit different. As if she wasn't excited only because she likes clothes. More like... she //really// liked how you looked like. She noticed that you watched her, her cheeks burned red. – //Um...That's almost all.// – @@.fmain;Mhm...@@ <<if $final.jobId == 1 || $final.jobId == 2>>\ [[Continue|SpaChaningRoomSpecific]] <<else>>\ [[Continue|SpaChaningRoomDresscode]] <<endif>>\

– //One more thing, before we proceed. You're going to be a <<print $final.job>>, and this mean you will have to adapt to a dress code.// – @@.fmain;Yeah, I figured it out I won't be able to sit in sweatpants.@@ <<if $final.jobId == 1>>\ – //Indeed, fortunately there are a lot of things you can wear in such position. I'm going to show you one possibility, wait here for a while// – she left again and returned with yet another outfit. – //This one is super cute, yet classy and won't make those kids disrespect you. Try it on.// [img[imgs/accessories/items/teacheroutfit.jpg]] – //I highly recommend you to avoid things too cute, this will make you indistinguishable from girl students. And for sure avoid anything too revealing, you can't disturb the boys from what you will be teaching them.// – @@.fmain;Thanks, but I'll try something with... less skirts and more pants.@@ – //Your choice, sweety. Now we can finally leave the changing room! All those clothes you just tried are already bought for you, transfer them to your Inventory.// – You did as she told you. – //Wear again that cute casual outfit from the beginning now. We're going to show you some additional accessories.// – @@.fmain;Like what?@@ – //Do you want to walk everywhere barefeet?// – @@.fmain;Oh...@@ <<else>>\ – //Indeed, unfortunately there are not many things you can wear in such position. White buttoned shirt and dark skirt are something you will have to get used to. Although you can play with the length of the skirt, to some extend, it's colour starting from grey to black and navy, and of course utilize different shirt cuts. Here, check this one, it's one of the simplest you can wear but should still look great on you.// [img[imgs/accessories/items/secretaryoutfit.jpg]] – //Not much to say, you will look this way for the next months almost day to day, since you've got very little leverage. On the bright side, you will have less troubles to figure out what to wear. But remember to stick to white bras, otherwise they will be very visible through the shirt. No worries about panties, office skirts are not see through at all.// – @@.fmain;Thanks, I guess.@@ – //Now we can finally leave the changing room! All those clothes you just tried are already bought for you, transfer them to your Inventory.// – You did as she told you. – //Wear again that cute casual outfit from the beginning now. We're going to show you some additional accessories.// – @@.fmain;Like what?@@ – //Do you want to walk everywhere barefeet?// – @@.fmain;Oh...@@ <<endif>>\ [[Dress up and leave the cabin|SpaAccessories]]

– //One more thing, before we proceed. You're going to be a <<print $final.job>>, and this mean you won't wear anything I just showed you anyway.// – @@.fmain;Yeah, I was thinking about it.@@ <<if $final.jobId == 0>>\ – //Yes, such a waste of potential... I mean the maid outfit. You're going to wear it all the time, the same outfit day per day with literally no possibilities of alteration, can you imagine?// – @@.fmain;Gods, a maid outfit...@@ – //Right?// – she smiled. – @@.fmain;I don't think we imagine this the same way, but yeah, it's horrible.@@ – //Therefore you have to stick to playing with makeup, accessories and underwear. I doubt they would let you play with hairstyles, though.// – @@.fmain;*Sigh*@@ – //I'm so sorry, honey. I can't imagine myself in such position.// – @@.fmain;I don't either, but it's not that—@@ – she interrupted you. – //If you ever would want to relieve, you can always come here. I will let you wear whatever you want, for free. You know, like renting. I might even take you out somewhere, if you like.// – @@.fmain;It's not like I ''like'' wearing different female clothes, you know?@@ – //Oh!// – she seemed seriously surprised. – //Oh my, I totally forgot. It's because of that cute voice of yours, sorry. Yet, my proposition stays. Anyway, we can finally leave the changing room! All those clothes you just tried are already bought for you, transfer them to your Inventory.// – You did as she told you. – //Wear again that cute casual outfit from the beginning now. We're going to show you some additional accessories.// – @@.fmain;Like what?@@ – //Do you want to walk everywhere barefeet?// – @@.fmain;Oh...@@ <<else>>\ – //Yes, fortunately you're going to wear many, many different things instead. And you won't have to think if they look good on you or not, it will be someone else's job! If not the fact I like to help others I'd try to become a model myself.// – @@.fmain;With a body like yours, they would take you for sure.@@ – You said truthfully, because Mrs. Roberts looked sexy to you. She blushed. – //Thanks. If you ever want to wear something less crazy than in your modelling studio, you can always come here. I will let you rent whatever clothes you want and help you to keep it classy.I might even take you out somewhere, if you like.// – @@.fmain;It's not like I ''like'' wearing different female clothes, you know?@@ – //Oh!// – she seemed seriously surprised. – //Oh my, I totally forgot. It's because of that cute voice of yours, sorry. Yet, my proposition stays. Anyway, we can finally leave the changing room! All those clothes you just tried are already bought for you, transfer them to your Inventory.// – You did as she told you. – //Wear again that cute casual outfit from the beginning now. We're going to show you some additional accessories.// – @@.fmain;Like what?@@ – //Do you want to walk everywhere barefeet?// – @@.fmain;Oh...@@ <<endif>>\ [[Dress up and leave the cabin|SpaAccessories]]

<<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit1">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;You left the cabin dressed in the embarrassing female clothes. However, as you constantly fail to realize, it was way less embarrassing to dress womanly now than to walk in male clothing and make people second guess you. Unfortunately, looking as you are, most men won't ignore you either, rather ogle whenever possible. But at least they won't beat you up for being some kind of a freak. &emsp;Mrs. Roberts left you to another part of the room, filled with women's shoes. She looked through them, carefully picking them up and putting them back, visibly concerned and highly focused. Finally after a quite long time, she picked one pair and held them in front of you. – @@.fmain;You've got to be kidding me. I'm not going to wear those.@@ – //Oh, okay.// – she said, calmly, but you've seen the fire in her eyes and immediately regret your tone. – //Did you notice?// – @@.fmain;What do you mean?@@ – //I did. And I just let it through, because I'm nice, you know?// – @@.fmain;What are you ta—@@ – //SHUT UP!// – she yelled, her face still quite calm, in contrast to eyes and voice. – //After the first time, you didn't call me "Mrs. Roberts" anymore. You were not respectful, and yet I just stayed quiet about it, we were having fun together and you did what I told you to.// – @@.fmain;Um.. I'm sor—@@ – //I said zip it up! I don't care about you being sorry. It's your last chance, honey. I'm giving you an easy choice. Okay?// – @@.fmain;Listening.@@ – //From now on, to the end of our fun, you will eagerly wear and try on things I'm going to tell you to. Never mind if that's a bra, dress, or those pretty shoes I've got right here. You're going to wear them without a single word. You're not a diva, it's not all about what you want or not. You can tell me if you think that a different cut of a blouse would look better or you, or that you prefer pink green instead of those, but that's it. You're going to be wrong anyway, because I know what am I doing, so just stay positive and do what I ''ask'' you to.// – a brief pause later she continued. – //Or you will really regret your actions, sweety. How's it going to be?// – @@.fmain;I'm sorry, Mrs. Roberts@@ – you knew when you lost, you're not one of those people who will die for their pride. – //I don't think you are, you're just scared. But that's fine for now. I chose those shoes according to your preferences, darling. You will love them. Or at least you should like them more than most of those I have, because those are definitely not your usual sneakers.// \ <<switch $final.acc.heelsH>>\ <<case "flats">> — @@.fmain;I guess? At least they are flat...@@ — //Unfortunately, yes they are. I'm not going to judge, but with your body you'd look great in some heels. Anyway, wear those and walk back a forth a little, please.// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/flats">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;You put on the shoes, feeling stupid as seven hells. Next you stood up and start walking. The shoes indeed were comfortable and walking in them required no effort, you felt totally fine, even though they weren't as cushioning as sneakers. — //Great, you look beautiful! Those stay for now, follow me. We're going to finish your wardrobe with important element.// — You were not looking forward to wear another thing, but "finish" was a nice word in such situation as you were in. <<case "3inch">> – @@.fmain;Why the f—@@ – you stopped yourself just in time. – @@.fmain;Why would something like this be my preferred shoe, Mrs. Roberts?@@ – //You're asking me? I just got your results from a survey you took, or something like that. Ask the AR.// – @@.fmain;Fuck those people...@@ – //Yeah, no doubt you don't like them, but they're doing good work. Anyway, you will look great in them. Chop, chop, wear them and walk back and forth. I want to see you walking!// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/3inch">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;You put on the shoes, feeling stupid as seven hells. Next you stood up and tried to make a step, almost killing yourself, but managed to catch your balance again. – //Be careful! First time in heels?// – asked the modist, and you send her murderous glare. – //Oh shit, right! My bad. Just keep walking slowly, they are not very high. Tits forward, head high. Heel, toes, heel, toes, heel, toes. Keep your balance, place your feet close together and don't do long steps. That's all.// &emsp;You tried one more time, this time with a better effect, but still you looked hilarious trying to walk in those shoes. She kept giving you tips and orders, you couldn't just take off the damn things without risking her rage and further consequences, so you just listened and tried to follow. After way more time than you'd like it, you finally could walk in those confidently enough to look like a teenage girl trying out her heels, not a toddler. — //Great, you look beautiful! Those stay for now, follow me. We're going to finish your wardrobe with important element.// — You were not looking forward to wear another thing, but "finish" was a nice word in such situation as you were in. <<case "5inch">> – @@.fmain;Why the f—@@ – you stopped yourself just in time. – @@.fmain;Why would something like... Like //this//, be my preferred shoe, Mrs. Roberts?@@ – //You're asking me? I just got your results from a survey you took, or something like that. Ask the AR.// – @@.fmain;Fuck those people!@@ – //Yeah, no doubt you don't like them, but they're doing good work. Anyway, you will look great in them. Chop, chop, wear them and walk back and forth. I want to see you walking!// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/5inch">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;You put on the shoes, feeling stupid as seven hells. Next you stood up and... immediately fell down on the floor, landing on your butt harmlessly, but embarrassed even more. – //Be careful! Oh my god, first time in heels or what?// – asked the modist, and you send her murderous glare. – //Oh shit, right! My bad. Just do it slowly and carefully. Don't rush it. Here, let me help you.// – She helped you stand up again and held you upright. Then she, still holding you, helped you make a few steps until you could at least stand in place by yourself, adjusting to the weird difference in balance. – //They are quite high indeed, but nothing you can't handle. Remember, tits forward, head high. Heel, toes, heel, toes, heel, toes. Keep your balance, place your feet close together and don't do long steps. That's all. Do it slowly now.// &emsp;You tried one more time, this time with a better effect, but still you looked hilarious trying to stand in those shoes. She kept giving you tips and orders, you couldn't just take off the damn things without risking her rage and further consequences, so you just listened and tried to follow. After a lot of time, way more than you'd like it, you finally could walk in those confidently enough to look like a teenage girl trying out her heels, not a toddler. Barely. — //Great, you look beautiful! Those stay for now, follow me. We're going to finish your wardrobe with important element.// — You were not looking forward to wear another thing, especially in those ridiculously high heels, but "finish" was a nice word in such situation as you were in. <</switch>>\ &emsp;Not far away from where you were, Mrs. Roberts started picking up handbags. Similarly to heels, she was very careful about it and didn't just pick the closest one, looking them closely and analyzing every detail. You gathered your confidence to ask: – @@.fmain;Why... Why would I need a handbag?@@ – //What an idiotic question!// – she said and covered her mouth. – //I'm sorry! I meant, isn't it obvious? Where would you keep your tissues? And makeup, a mirror, spare pads?// – @@.fmain;*Sigh*, I have a dick, Mrs. Roberts.@@ – She blushed one more time. – //Your dicklett doesn't stop you from using makeup, darling! You need to keep it somewhere near, and you won't always have pockets. That's why you ''need'' a handbag, and this one will complete your look. It's a <<print $final.acc.handbag>> bag, classic. Wear it now and look at yourself in the mirror, there.// <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.handbag+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;You did as you were told and looked at yourself in the mirror. Even though you had pants on you, you looked nothing like a man. Those <<print $final.hairL>> hair accentuating your face, along with <<print $final.lipsS>> lips and <<print $final.eyebrowsS>>, <<print $final.eyebrowsV>> eyebrows it looked nothing close to a male face. Completing that with your <<print $final.acc.heelsH>> shoes and cute outfit you looked like a classy lady, holding your handbag like a good girl. A gasp could be heard about you. – //I...// – Mrs. Roberts was holding one hand to her face, looking ashamed and avoiding eye contact. You weren't sure but... were her other hand on her boob, right before you turned around? – //You just turned out so cute, it's always a big thing for me to help girls out to look better.// – @@.fmain;Are you okay?@@ – //Yes, yes I am. We're not done yet, cutie.// – @@.fmain;But I'm fully dressed!@@ – //That's true, but you're not finished. Don't worry, this time you're going to just sit and wait for things to happen on their own. ''And'' you'll be able to take off those shoes and some clothes. Okay?// – @@.fmain;Yes, I'll gladly undress.@@ – //Follow me, then.// [[Follow Mrs. Robers|SpaAccessories2]]

&emsp;Both of you entered another room. This one looked more like a studio than a shop, with desks and lots of stuff, including makeup tools and products that you could recognize. – //I'm sorry sweety, but before we can continue, you've got to do your makeup.// – @@.fmain;What? Firstly: why? It's not mandatory for girls to wear it! Secondly: on my own?@@ – //Yes, on your own. You're probably going to ask "why?" again, so I'll answer both at once. Because the AR ordered it. They told me you had a makeup lesson already.// – @@.fmain;Bloody hell...@@ – //Language, darling. Keep it quick, we don't have all day!// – @@.fmain;I can't do it myself.@@ – //They said I've got to wait till you're done with it. I'm sorry. Better do it quickly and get over it, huh?// – @@.fmain;I can't even...@@ – you sighed and sat next to a desk with a mirror and tools. You couldn't stress how much the idea made you disgusted, but you couldn't see any way to avoid it. "I've got to suffer for a day or two to give Elea time...", you decided and took the tools in your hands. <<if $final.makeup == 2>>\ <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.job+"makeup.jpg">>\ &emsp;You felt as if your hands were doing things on their own. As if you could just turn off your brain and let the hands do their work. It was weird, but didn't feel like you lost control, more like when using a keyboard when typing. You were not using your conscious mind, rather muscle memory. Nevertheless, the job took you an hour. Mrs. Roberts was visibly bored with waiting, but she was nice enough to give you some space. She was not watching you, reading something on the internet, patiently keeping her eyes away from your face. It helped you a lot, made you less stressed. Finally the job was done and you looked at yourself in the mirror. [img[_pic]] &emsp;You couldn't believe how good you were looking. Your <<print $final.skinC>> skin was perfectly matching with the foundation, lines were on point and it looked like you used some imagination to make the final result fit your current <<print $final.job>> career. Astonished, you didn't know what to say. And you were highly concerned with the fact you did it on your own. &emsp;Mrs. Roberts asked you if you're ready, still avoiding your face. When you, hesitantly, told her that you are, she finally looked at you for the first time since you began your transformation, and she didn't say anything. At first you waited, but then you turned your head to look at her. – @@.fmain;So... How is it?@@ – she still didn't answer, just looking at you, until finally she blinked a few times and coughed. – //You look...// – her voice cracked a little. – @@.fmain;Yes?@@ – //Beautiful, darling// – she finished, with more confident voice. – //Congratulation, you're a pro in that.// &emsp;It wasn't the outcome you expected, but your face surely looks great. Maybe not perfect, at least in your opinion, but impressively good. You tried to be proud about it, but there was little space for it in your heart, being already full with dread. <<elseif $final.makeup == 1>>\ &emsp;It was a huge struggle. With every move you were sure you were going to mess it up. You applied products with too much carefulness, out of fear of failing it completely. Foundation, powder, contouring... Finishing it all took you more than an hour and a half! You felt exhausted and stupid. Feeling worse than a teenage girl wasn't something you thought you would ever experience, but that's what you felt after seeing how much time passed. Fortunately, at least your job was done. You tried your best to use as little products as possible and went for a natural look, accentuating your <<print $final.skinC>> skin more than eyes or lips. [img[imgs/accessories/items/makeuplook.jpg]] &emsp;Mrs. Roberts was visibly bored with waiting, but she was nice enough to give you some space. She was not watching you, reading something on the internet, patiently keeping her eyes away from your face. It helped you a lot, made you less stressed. Hesitantly you told her you were done and she looked at you, saying: – //Ooh la la! That's not bad, darling!// – @@.fmain;Thanks, I guess. It took me an eternity.@@ – //That's true, can't deny it. But that's a matter of practice. The important part is that you were able to focus enough to achieve a great result! I like it a lot, you can be proud of yourself.// – @@.fmain;Thanks.@@ – You said, genuinely grateful for her words. You didn't like it, but if you have to do the makeup, at least you wanted to be good at it. <<else>>\ &emsp;Completing the look didn't take you a lot of time, at most about half an hour. It all went smoothly, because you tried your best to... Look horrible. Not obviously failing, because Mrs. Roberts would probably force you to do it again, but horrible nonetheless. Painting your face was at the very bottom of the list you liked doing and you decided it was better for the woman to see you failing than admitting you could do it good enough, like a girl. Which you were not! The final result was perfect, for what you wanted to achieve. [img[imgs/accessories/items/makeupfail.jpg]] &emsp;Mrs. Roberts was visibly bored with waiting, but she was nice enough to give you some space. She was not watching you, reading something on the internet, patiently keeping her eyes away from your face. It helped you a lot, made you less stressed. Finally, you told her you were done, and she turned to see you. Her face was worth the whole effort. – @@.fmain;Do you like it?@@ – You asked, trying not to laugh. – //It's...It's very bad.// – @@.fmain;Hey! I tried my best!@@ – //It's tragic, wash it all off.// – @@.fmain;It took me so much time!@@ – You couldn't stop teasing. – //At once, honey. I'll help you.// – @@.fmain;Couldn't you do that from the start?@@ – you asked, washing the makeup off your face. – //No, I told you so. The AR let me help you only after your own trial. Here, sit facing me like this.// – she helped you position yourself and began to paint your face. After like three minutes she stepped back. – //Done. I just did an eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. You'll be fine for now. But please, work on your skills and never show me your face like... Like you did.// – @@.fmain;Ha, no problem.@@ – You were genuinely proud of yourself. <<endif>>\ – //Now, please sit there, next to the other desk. Yes, that one. Take off your shoes and roll up your sleeves, honey.// – You followed her orders, feeling good about taking those feminine shoes off. – //Please, just and close your eyes and let me do everything for you now.// – @@.fmain;What's going to happen?@@ – //Did I peak when you were doing your makeup?// – @@.fmain;No...@@ – //Then do the same, please. Just close your eyes.// &emsp;You did as you were told. She took both of your hands and put them on the desk. Then she pushed your feet forward as well, making you sit in a semi-comfortable, half-lying position. – @@.fmain;You're going to paint my nails, aren't you?@@ – You said, almost indifferent after all these things that happened to you already. – //No more questions please. Just stay shut until I will say I'm done. Okay? Promise.// – @@.fmain;Fine... I promise.@@ [[Sit still with closed eyes|SpaAccessories3]]

&emsp;At first you just heard her playing with some things, taps and clicks of glassy and plastic items reached your ears. It took a while before you felt her touching your left hand. Clipping sound and delicate tension on your nails told you that she was cutting them with a clipper. She didn't have much to do, since they were short already, probably making them even. You never really took care of them too much yourself. After a while she repeated the process on the other hand of yours. &emsp;Next was something weirder, she was making a back and forth motions over your nails with something slightly rough. You wanted to ask what is she doing, but bit your tongue, since you promised to stay shut. It took a while before she was done. The woman lift your hands and put your fingers into something wet, it felt just like a normal water but with closed eyes you were not sure. She kept you there for a while and then something quite unpleasant happened – it felt as if she was trying to push your nails deeper inside your fingers! – @@.fmain;Hey, it's unpleasant!@@ – //Shhhh, don't worry.// – That's all she said and you didn't dare to keep complaining, even though the feeling was very irritating. Finally she finished, which you greet with happiness. She rubbed your nails after that with something that felt like a soaked cotton wool. It didn't make your fingers damp, though. You concluded it was probably filled with something else than water, alcohol maybe? You couldn't tell by the smell either. &emsp;After that she placed something over the tips of your nail and pressed it gently for some time. Mrs. Roberts repeated the process with other fingers and stopped you from moving them or cramping, placing your hands in some kind of a holder. It took quite some time before she pressed all ten nails, but when she was done you had some rest, hearing her clicking and tapping glassy stuff again. Next she finally did something you thought you understand – you felt a brush with some moisture product spreading over your nails. You didn't like the idea of having painted nails, but yet again you couldn't say you like everything else either. One more feminine change to your already almost perfectly womanly appearence wasn't that big of a deal. All you were trying to think about was that it soon will end, thanks to Elea's efforts. – //We're going to wait for now. Let's use that time and talk, shall we?// – she said after all ten nails were done by her. – //Keep your eyes shut! I'm not done yet, sweety.// – she added, when you clearly wanted to open your eyes. – @@.fmain;Okay, okay. What do you want to talk about?@@ – //I'll let you pick the subject, honey. Ask me anything you want.// – @@.fmain;Anything? And you'll answer truthfully.@@ – //Ha!// – she laughed. – //Like truth or dare without dare? Okay, deal.// – @@.fmain;Let me think.@@ – What should you ask her about? <span id="question">\ <<link "What's your name?">>\ <<set $q = 0>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "What kind of underwear you have on right now?">>\ <<set $q = 1>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "Are you a lesbian?">>\ <<set $q = 2>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "Are you single?">>\ <<set $q = 3>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "How does your pussy look like?">>\ <<set $q = 4>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "How soft are your tits?">>\ <<set $q = 5>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>> \ <<link "How many partners did you have?">>\ <<set $q = 6>>\ <<display QsandAs>>\ <<script>>$("#next").show();<</script>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ \ <span id="next" hidden>\ – @@.fmain;Am I not the one who's asking questions here?@@ – //My bad. I think we waited enough. Relax and I'll finish my job. I'm not even half done yet.// – @@.fmain;*Sigh*@@ [[Relax and wait some more|SpaAccessories4]] </span>

<<switch $q>> <<case 0>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;I never asked for your first name. What is it, Mrs. Roberts?@@ – //Haha, that's right! My name is Mikaela. Mikaela Roberts.// – @@.fmain;I like it, sounds sexy.@@ – //Pffft, thanks. It was a really poor question, you know? You could ask me that in any other moment, really.// – @@.fmain;Wasn't that as good as any other?@@ – //No, I agreed to answer any question and you just wasted it for something so simple. That was dumb.// – @@.fmain;Maybe that was the most important thing for me at that moment?@@ – //Okay, that was cute.// – You sweared you could //hear// her blushing. – //But it doesn't change the fact you missed the opportunity, dear. And it won't come back now.// – @@.fmain;What? Only one question?@@ – //Uhu, now it's my time!// – @@.fmain;Wait, let me guess. My name's <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>.@@ – //Haha, you wish.// – She giggled. – //I'm not as naive as you are. Besides, I'm pretty sure it's not the truth, and you were supposed to not lie.// – @@.fmain;Actually I never said I will answer any questions! Anyway, I didn't... Oh shit.@@ – you just realized it wasn't your official name anymore. – //Close them!// – she shouted, as you almost opened your eyes, thinking about your new name. She giggled. – //I like <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>> way more.// – @@.fmain;Gods, it sounds so bad...@@ – //No, it's cute. It fits you.// – @@.fmain;How can it fit my... Oh right, my avatar's face...@@ – //How do you look like in CL?// <</replace>> <<case 1>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;What kind of underwear you've got on?@@ – //What?!// – @@.fmain;You heard me right.@@ – //Gods, you're so perverted.// – @@.fmain;You know, you started it.@@ – //What? How in hell?// – @@.fmain;Didn't you cuffed me, while looking as another girl sucked my dick?@@ – //Gosh, you're disgusting...// – @@.fmain;Answer the question.@@ – //Fine! I'm wearing red underwear.// – @@.fmain;So many details! You know I want to hear more. – You clearly heard hesitation. Interesting!@@ – //Red bra and red panties.// – @@.fmain;What kind of panties?@@ – //...Red ones?// – @@.fmain;Mrs. Roberts, it's not fair.@@ – //Fine! I'm wearing red thongs.// – @@.fmain;Ooh, you like it riding up your butt.@@ – //Stop it. It's just more comfortable when it's warm here...// – @@.fmain;Keep going, how do they look like?@@ – //Isn't that enough?!// – @@.fmain;You know it isn't.@@ – //Shit, stupid game...// – after brief pause she continued. – //They have two strings at sides, on my hips.// – @@.fmain;Oh, they are quite revealing, right?@@ – //Yes...// – @@.fmain;Lace?@@ – //Yes, at the front.// – @@.fmain;There's something more, isn't it? Don't make me draw you.@@ – //Bascially it's not an underwear so I'm not bound to say anything more.// – @@.fmain;Are you wearing it?@@ – //Yes, so what?// – @@.fmain;Is it under your clothes?@@ – //...Damn you.// – @@.fmain;Keep going.@@ – //Okay, fine! I'm wearing a harness!// – @@.fmain;WHAT?!@@ – //The game ends now, screw you.// – her voice full of shame and anger. – @@.fmain;No, no, I'm genuinely surprised, that's all. What kind of harness?@@ – //Red one. You know, lots of straps.// – @@.fmain;Around the breasts?@@ – //That too... Chest, belly and legs.// &emsp;You could imagine how it look like in your head and you really liked the idea. With her pretty body it had to be sexy as seven hells. Unexpected too, you'd never think she's this kind of a woman. [img[imgs/harness.jpg]] – //I don't have to ask about your underwear, you pervert...// – @@.fmain;You literally forced it on my body, girl.@@ – //Screw you. No more questions for you. When did you lose your virginity?// <</replace>> <<case 2>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;Mrs. Roberts, are you a lesbian? I know you are.@@ – //Why do you care?// – she replied, after a brief pause. – @@.fmain;It's just a question, you promised to answer truthfully, didn't you?@@ – //It's an intimate question, you pervert. How did you figure it out?// – @@.fmain;I'm just great at reading people. Or it was the way you shouted "hide this ugly dick, oh my god, oh my god"? I'm not sure.@@ – //Shit... Yeah, I overreacted a little, didn't I? Well yes, I am a lesbian.// – @@.fmain;I heard that all women are lesbians at some point in their lifes. Maybe it's just a phase?@@ – //Gods, you're pathetic! Please, tell me that I just didn't find a perfect dick yet. Or that you will show me it's better with a man. Or that dildos mean even lesbians prefer dicks. Or that I'm just an ungly feminist who couldn't find a man. Or that I had only small dicked partners and that's why I think so. Or that after good fucking I won't even think about girls anymore. Or that it's impossible to have sex between two girls. Or that...// – @@.fmain;Wow, stop it already. I think I got it.@@ – //Did you? Did you really? I beg to differ.// – @@.fmain;Okay, fine! It's not a phase, okay? You just prefer girls, that's fine. When did this happen?@@ – //Yes, because it had to happen because some traumatic experience didn't it?!// – @@.fmain;Gods, that's not what... Okay, that IS what I meant, but it was wrong.@@ – //I prefer girls for as long as I remember. I had my crushes since primary school and never liked men at all. Big, hairy, smelly and ugly monkeys.// – @@.fmain;Well, I agree with that. Maybe without 'ugly', I'm pretty slick!@@ – //Yes you are. ''Mrs. <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>''.// – @@.fmain;Damn...@@ – She reminded you that your name actually got legally changed. You didn't like that thought. – @@.fmain;I meant my real body.@@ – //In CL, do you have boobs and ass like this?// – @@.fmain;No, but—@@ – //Then you're not my type, sweety. What do you look like in CL?// <</replace>> <<case 3>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;Are you single?@@ – //What, you want to date me?// – She said, giggling. – @@.fmain;What if I do?@@ – There was a longer silence. – //Not sure if I'd date someone like you.// – @@.fmain;Are you trying to offend me? Because you're doing great.@@ – //No, you're just... You know, your looks doesn't exactly fit your persona.// – @@.fmain;Oh, that's for sure! We could meet up in CL, you know.@@ – //Yeah, sure. I'm positive you're a great guy, right?// – @@.fmain;Was it sarcasm?@@ – //No, of course it wasn't.// – @@.fmain;Here it is again... You don't like me, do you?@@ – //Let me answer the first question. Yes, I am single.// – @@.fmain;Harsh parting with the last partner?@@ – //Quite a lot of personal questions, you know? No, I'm just single, that's all.// – @@.fmain;Fine, fine.@@ – //It's easy to guess you are as well.// – @@.fmain;What makes you think so?@@ – //Because you're an awful human being.// – @@.fmain;...@@ – You didn't know what to say, but suddenly you heard her laughing. – //You should see you face! Hilarious. Just kidding, there are way more clues.// – @@.fmain;Like what?@@ – //Well... You let some people turn you into a woman and attend to a job this way. If you even were in a relationship, I bet it ended there.// – @@.fmain;True...@@ – //Also, you had problems with finding a job, right? This usually describe a single man.// – @@.fmain;Because women are all for money...@@ – //Or maybe because women are all for security, safe future and maybe a feeling that their future children won't suffer from hunger?// – @@.fmain;They could take care of it themselves.@@ – //Oh, they often do. You pigs call them feminists. Or call them too intimidating, or that you're feeling like a weakling when your partner earns more then you do. Additionally, women still earn less than men for no apparent reason anyway.// – @@.fmain;Well, you surely don't earn less than I do.@@ – //No idea what's your salary as <<print $final.job>>.// – @@.fmain;Damn, I forgot i actually have a job now... I can't believe it happened to me. Such an awesome, handsome guy working as a <<print $final.job>>!@@ – //And humble too! What do you look like in CL?// <</replace>> <<case 4>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;How does your pussy look like? Describe it with details, please.@@ – //WHAT?!// – @@.fmain;You heard me right!@@ – //What a pig! No way, screw you!// – @@.fmain;Oh, so that's your way of dealing with "ask me anything"?@@ – //Gosh, you're such a perv... You're disgusting!// – @@.fmain;I bet your pussy is not.@@ – //...No chance, not going to answer.// – @@.fmain;You've seen my dick, didn't you? It's only fair.@@ – //No, it's not. You showed it to me by yourself!// – @@.fmain;Nope, you told me to undress.@@ – //I didn't know you had a dick, you bastard! I had your name, goddamn ''Mrs.'' <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>!// – @@.fmain;Damn, I hate that name... Wait, so it'd be totally fine if I had a pussy too?@@ – //Wh-..No, I mean...// – @@.fmain;Imagine you've seen a pussy then. That's what you expected to see, didn't you? So it //is// fair to let me at least imagine yours!@@ – //Shit...// – she audibly hesitated but finally spoke. – //Okay, fine. But only because I promised to answer your question...// – @@.fmain;Keep your reasons to yourself, I just want my answer.@@ – //It's clean shaven, because it's easy to do in VW and looks better.// – @@.fmain;Yes, it does look better!@@ – //Stop. Interrupting me. I'll describe it all at once, or I won't at all. Understood?// – @@.fmain;Zipped.@@ – //I've got a rather small, hooded clitoris. Lesser lips are rather small though, not very floppy and really, really pink. I like them this way, although my skin is a bit more browney outside, near bigger lips. Nothing major, I can live with it. My outer lips are also not very big, maybe because I'm rather thin in general. Overally it's quite small, pink, hairless and happy place.// &emsp;"I could make it happier", you thought, thinking about sticking your member into her smooth body. It wasn't hard for you to imagine her pussy and you did it with pleasure. [img[imgs/mikaelaspussy.jpg]] – @@.fmain;Ugh...@@ – you groaned with pain. Your dick tried to grow, but the tightly embracing it cage didn't let it happen. – //Oh, I'm so glad you're in that thing!// – She giggled. – //I totally forgot about it already, ha! You want me to keep picturing sexy things, hm? I bet you'd like my sweet, wet pussy, wouldn't you? Sticking your big, juicy cock into my vulnerable body. I'd moan all the time and—// – @@.fmain;Stop it!@@ – You cried, feeling intense pain in your groin. She laughed out loud for a while and then just giggled some more. – //Priceless. Karma, bitch. Don't ask for such things! My turn, what do you look like in CL?// <</replace>> <<case 5>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;How soft are your boobs? Describe them with details, please.@@ – //WHAT?!// – @@.fmain;You heard me right!@@ – //What a pig! No way, screw you!// – @@.fmain;Oh, so that's your way of dealing with "ask me anything"?@@ – //Gosh, you're such a perv... You're disgusting!// – @@.fmain;I bet your boobs are not.@@ – //...No chance, not going to answer.// – @@.fmain;C'mon, you've seen me fully naked and even touched... My avatar's boobs...@@ – //''Your'' boobs, sweety?// – @@.fmain;Fuck you. You touched them, squishing them into a bra, remember? It's only fair!@@ – //Fine! But only because I promised to answer anything...// – @@.fmain;Keep your reasons to yourself, I just want my answer.@@ – //*Sigh* Okay. They are...Well, normal breasts, I assume.// – @@.fmain;You can't believe it's enough for me.@@ – //I know, I know, I'm just not sure how to describe them, okay?// – You could easily hear her shyness. – //They are... quite big, I guess.// – @@.fmain;Certainly looked like under that blouse of yours.@@ – //Pig!// – @@.fmain;Keep going, how big they are?@@ – //They are// \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>\ //as big as yours, sweety.// <<else>>\ //bigger than yours. But I like yours more, sweety.// <<endif>>\ – @@.fmain;What about the nipples?@@ – //Ehh... I've got wide, lightbrown areolas with rather short but big nipples. Breasts are jiggly and full, but not like balloons full of water. Rather like... Really big butt? Shit, I don't know!// &emsp;You had no troubles imagining what she was describing, and add some more from yourself as well. A pair of huge tits showed up in your mind, but those were also painted with a lot of cum splatters, right from your own dick of course. [img[imgs/mikaelasboobs.jpg]] – @@.fmain;Ugh...@@ – you groaned with pain. Your dick tried to grow, but the tightly embracing it cage didn't let it happen. – //Oh, I'm so glad you're in that thing!// – She giggled. – //I totally forgot about it already, ha! You want me to keep picturing sexy things, hm? My big, juicy breasts bouncing up and down your dick, milking you like a proper slut, huh? Watching you right into your eyes and—// – @@.fmain;Stop it!@@ – You cried, feeling intense pain in your groin. She laughed out loud for a while and then just giggled some more. – //Priceless. Karma, bitch. Don't ask for such things! My turn, what do you look like in CL?// <</replace>> <<case 6>> <<replace "#question">>\ – @@.fmain;How many sex partners did you have?@@ – //Y-you can't ask such things!// – pitch of her voice skyrocketed. – @@.fmain;I'm pretty sure such question fits the boundaries of "ask me anything".@@ – //Shit... Well, less than twenty.// – @@.fmain;It's not an answer, Mrs. Roberts.@@ – //Yes it is. What was that if not an answer?// – @@.fmain;Ask me about my favourite colour.@@ – //What?// – @@.fmain;Ask me.@@ – //What's your favourite colour.// – @@.fmain;It's definitely not a dolphin.@@ – //What do you mean?// – @@.fmain;Exactly. It was ''a'' answer, but it's not ''the'' answer. You did not answer my question.@@ – //Screw you and your examples...// – @@.fmain;Play fair, Mrs. Roberts.@@ – //Less than five, now stop it.// – @@.fmain;Less than two?@@ – //I said—!// – @@.fmain;Answer, please. You started this!@@ – //Shit! Okay, less than two. No more questions!// – @@.fmain;Oh my god...@@ – //What?// – @@.fmain;Are...@@ – //What? What do you... Not your goddamn business!// – her voice became as high as ever, shouting. – @@.fmain;So it's true. You are a //virgin//!@@ – Suddenly you felt a burning sensation on your cheek. – //Don't you fucking dare to open your eyes.// – she said, before you reacted. She slapped your face! – //You're a pig. No more questions for you. My turn, how many women did you sleep with yourself?// <</replace>> <</switch>>\ [[SpaAccessories3]]

&emsp;With surprise you heard that Mrs. Roberts turned on some buzzing device and when it touched your fingernails you could hear it behaving similarly to a... grinder? – @@.fmain;What are you doing?@@ – //Shut up, how many times I have to say that to someone who already ''promised'' to stay shut?// – you didn't reply. &emsp;She kept using the device on all your nails. Your first thought was that she was going to polish them, but at the same time it didn't make sense with nail polish already applied, did it? Maybe she did something wrong and now instead of removing it chemically she decided to grind it off? You had no idea but after a few minutes she finally stopped. With another layer of moist product applied to your nails you were pretty sure she was repairing a mistake and reapplying the polish, though this one was less gooey and more... well lacquer-like. When she was done, you could see through your closed eyes a light somewhere around your hands. She probably turned it on to see her results better and fix more problems or something. Next she applied a lacquer once again and used the light again. &emsp;Suddenly you felt your chair tilting, placing you in a semi-lying down position, with your hands still in holders and feet closer to Mrs. Robert's face. – //Don't worry. And keep your hands steady until I'm done down here.// – @@.fmain;She said and you complied. It took ages!@@ &emsp;It took less time with your toenails, though. You could feel her going straight into applying a lacquer and could see the light again. Apparently taking care of those nails wasn't as important. Shaping them was quite pointless as well, you presumed. Finally, she spoke to you again. – //All done! Keep your eyes closed, though, as I will clean you up.// &emsp;A few minutes later your chair returned to normal position and Mrs. Roberts pushed it backwards, probably to let you see your feet better. She let you open your eyes, but before you did it you already could feel something was weird. Your finger nails felt longer and... sturdier? As if they got harder or thicker. After opening your eyes you looked at them in shock. You expected to see them just painted, but instead... <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.nailsL+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] \ <<switch $final.acc.nailsL>>\ <<case "short">>\ &emsp;They didn't look much different than that, but they were longer than your usual ones. You were always cutting your nails more-less up to the skin, those were definitely poking out, longer than your actual finger tips. Also the sturdiness was very weird and hard to grasp, as you investigated you realized that the nailpolish applied to them was really hard and shiny. It felt more like a piece of gel looking plastic, than just a paint. <<case "medium">>\ &emsp;Those nails were extremely long! You couldn't imagine how did it happen and at first tried to unstick them from your natural nails, but it didn't seem possible and hurt. They were stuck as if glued for good. How could you live with such nails?! How to pick up things, use your hands at all! Believing those were really your nails was very hard for you, even though you kept touching them. They were very sturdy, you tried to poke desk with them and you felt more pain in your nail root, where the nail starts growing, than any sign of breaking. The unnatural thickness of the nails felt very weird and irritating as well. <<case "long">>\ &emsp;You couldn't believe your own eyes. The nails you were looking at were ridiculously long. ''Extremely'' long. The length you weren't aware was even possible! How could you even wipe your own ass with something like this attached to your hands?! You immediately tried to pull them off or break them. Mrs. Roberts didn't even react to such actions, which weirded you out. You assumed she would try to stop you. But you quickly realized why – those nails were sturdier than your natural ones! It would be easier to rip your natural nails off than do anything with those at all. They were glued to your nails as if they always were part of them. You tried to poke desk with them and you felt more pain in your nail root, where the nail starts growing, than any sign of breaking. The unnatural thickness of the nails felt very weird and irritating as well. <</switch>>\ &emsp;Fortunately your toenails didn't suffer the same condition of being too long, but they were not simply painted either. Mrs. Roberts applied some decorations to your big toes as well! <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/toenails">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] &emsp;It would look beautiful, if they weren't stuck to your own feet! Deciding if you should be raging or crying was really hard and you finally came up with an idea to stay calm and decide later. Now all you could do is to tell your tormentor what do you think of her. – @@.fmain;You've got to be kidding me. What the hell did you do to my nails, bitch?!@@ – //Language! What did you expect?// – @@.fmain;That you'll paint them! That's all!@@ – //And that's what I did. I just added some acrylic extensions and used gel polish. Oh, unless you mean your toes, I couldn't help but to attach this cute decoration, sorry for that.// – @@.fmain;Take it all off and just paint them, okay? Please.@@ – //Even if I wanted to, it's not that easy. Acrylic nails are extremely hard to take off, you should basically wait a week or two before even trying to do anything about them.// – @@.fmain;You've got to be kidding me!@@ – //You tested them yourself, they are rock solid, honey. Besides, you look perfectly with them on!// – @@.fmain;I can't decide if I should you myself, or you right now...@@ – //I'm sorry, but our time is up. I truly am, you can visit me anytime. I can make those nails even prettier if you prefer.// – @@.fmain;You'll never see me again, you psycho.@@ – //As you wish... Anyway, go this way and enter the teleporter, you need to get back to your company now. I already posted the AR that I am done.// – @@.fmain;I can't live with these on!@@ – //Not much choice, huh? Chop, chop, before you'll make them angry.// – she said and forced you to put on your shoes back. [[Get pushed into a teleporter|JobChoose]]

&emsp;Appearing in the company building again, you couldn't stop thinking about your new nails, wardrobe, name and the way you looked and sounded like. It was all just too nightmarish to comprehend. And now, you had to approach the receptionist once again. This time there were more people around, and they did pay you attention. Lots of it. Half a dozen of men, standing here and there or in the queue, were just ogling you. Some of them tried to pretend they don't – poorly, most just sized you up with their eyes. Suddenly very nervous and embarrassed to the limits, you approached the queue and waited for this torment to end. Fidgeting with your clothes, you survived it all until you could finally talk to receptionist. – @@.fmain;I'm back...@@ – //I'm sorry, but who are you?// – the woman asked. Apparently your new voice, makeup and new clothes changed you enough. Or she simply forgot. – @@.fmain;I'm <<print $info.name>> <<print $info.surname>>, ma'am.@@ – //Sorry, the datebase shows nothing. You're sure you're in the right place?// – @@.fmain;I came here in the morning, to get a job. I'm from the AR company, remember?@@ &emsp;Woman's eyes widened as she remembered you, she gasped and started laughing after. A few seconds later she hid her face in hands, realizing how rude it was, but kept laughing for quite some time nevertheless. Finally she calmed down. – //I'm sooo sorry! I totally forgot about you, Mrs... Let me check...// – she looked into her screen and tapped some keys. – //Mrs. <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>? Yeah, it fits you!// – she said with a smile. You couldn't say if that was genuine or a mockery. – @@.fmain;So where should I go now?@@ – You asked, tired of this all. – //Get back to the boss. You remember the room?// – @@.fmain;Yes I do, thank you.@@ – //By the way, ma'am.// – You heard her voice behind you. – //I love your voice// – she said, winking, and giggled some more. &emsp;With face burning red, you didn't say anything and just went ahead to the boss. Approaching the door was even harder than for the first time. Now you didn't only look feminine, you basically was a full blown woman. You knocked and entered without waiting for a permission. "I'm out of fucks", you thought to yourself. The boss sat behind his desk, as before, looking at you with a grim face. – //Oh, it's you.// – he said, recognizing you easily. He had to be good at remembering faces, probably. – //You look way better now. I can finally allow you to work for us.// – @@.fmain;Great...@@ – //And that voice! Good choice. What's your name? I mean the new one.// – @@.fmain;It's...@@ – you hesitated for a second. – @@.fmain;<<print $final.name>> <<$final.surname>>.@@ – //I'll remember that, <<print $final.name>>.// – "We're not colleagues, you fucker", you thought but said nothing. – //Now, go to Odrin, he's room is three doors further down the corridor. He will introduce you to everything.// – the boss said and you went off, without saying any good byes. \ <<if $final.acc.heelsH != "flat">>\ &emsp;Walking down the corridor in these heels was difficult and \ <<else>>\ &emsp;Walking down the corridor \ <<endif>>\ you just hoped nobody would see you or talk to you. Fortunately, nobody did. Finally you reached the door with "Mr. Odrin Arbeitbringer" name next to it and knocked. In a matter of seconds, you heard a voice telling you to come in. Inside, you could see a man of not really impressive posture, his head was shaven clean and a pair of big glasses sitting on his nose. He was wearing a suit with a tie and looked at you with as if he did not see you at all. – //You're probably here to know what you should be doing. Well, I got your files already, the boss just sent me these, so I assume you're Mrs. <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>.// – he did not wait for your reply at all, just kept talking – //I'm going to tell you what you'll be doing and when. But the first information is the fact, that's already late today. Therefore your job will start from tomorrow.// – that was a marvelous information! One less day of working as a woman. – //Now, to the important matters.// &emsp;He took some papers and read them carefully. Next he looked at his screen and read it too, time to time clicking things and doing stuff, looking as if he already forgot about you. But after some time, he finally turned to see you again and gestured for you to sit down in front of him. Then, he started to explain things about your new job. <<display "JobExplanation">>>\

&emsp;After the last pictures disappeared, another message showed up in front of you. You were getting tired of all this. You didn't think that such training could take so long. //That's all for today. In a moment you will get back to the Virtual World. Tomorrow you will meet your new boss for an interview. Of course you cannot fail it, we ensure that you will get a job for six months. However, it will allow your boss to get to know you, as his new employee. Remember everything you learned here and you'll become the greatest <<print $final.job>> in no time! Relax, isolation will end in 3...// &emsp;In a second everything went black and you finally returned to the Virtual World indeed, standing in the News Hub. The place you were before starting the training. [[Uhh... My head...|TrainingEnd]]

<<switch $final.skinCId>>\ <<case 0 1>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "standard">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 0>>\ – //You're going to be a standard house maid. I think you know the drill?// – @@.fmain;Cleaning houses and stuff. Yeah, I got the... the training.@@ – //Good, very good. You know the cleaning products and stuff, I heard from the AR they include the training indeed. There's not much about your new job really, it's pretty straight forward.// – @@.fmain;Yeah, I figured.@@ – //Although I will take my time and explain important parts nonetheless. So just sit and listen, okay?// – @@.fmain;Already doing both.@@ – //Great. So let's start from the beginning. You're going to start very early, about 7:30AM. You need to be ready at that time, so better come here not later than 7:20AM.// – @@.fmain;That's so early!@@ – //It's because people want their houses spotless when they come back from work, darling. Let's continue. You've got to be all dressed up. I'll transfer your uniform to your Inventory in a minute. As I said, you need to be dressed up, which includes makeup and hairstyle. You have to wear visible, but not too flashy makeup everyday.// – @@.fmain;Why? Why it does matter if I'm just cleaning?@@ – //Some clients like to look at maids at work and you have to look your best. But not ''too'' good, you don't want to look like a porn star, because it could make it look as if you're trying to hide your lack of skill behind a pretty face.// – @@.fmain;Okay...@@ – //Something like you have on right now will be perfect. Furthermore, the hairstyle is really up to you, the point is you have to keep it neat so it won't disturb you while working.// \ <<if $final.hairID==0>>//Which shouldn't be a problem with your short hair anyway.//<<endif>> – @@.fmain;Okay.@@ – //Remember that you have to listen to your clients. If they are not at home, stick to your instructions. If they are, do whatever they say. They want you to clean space that is already clean? Do it. They want you to make a twirl, bend over or raise your skirt? Do it.// – @@.fmain;What?!@@ – //Calm down, it's just for their entertainment. If they would ask for something... unorthodox, you can disagree. In extreme cases, call the company. But keep in mind, that a happy customer pays more. And money is all you and we need. Understood?// – @@.fmain;I'm not sure.@@ – //Good enough. I think that's really all. You'll be working for random people, so stay classy and polite, you never know who they are or how much extra money they are ready to pay. Every day is just one client, so your shifts aren't long. If you'll manage to finish the cleaning quicker, you'll have more free time.// – @@.fmain;Wow, that's great!@@ – //Isn't it? Now about your uniform. It's a pretty standard one, here let me show it to you and transfer to your wardrobe.// – he showed you a 3D picture of a uniform you were going to wear everyday. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – //There are black shoes with a small heel added to it. And that's all, I think you know everything now.// – @@.fmain;Gods, please not heels...@@ – //Sorry, it's mandatory. Anyway, you can leave now.// <<case 2>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "exclusive">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 1>>\ – //You're going to be an exclusive maid.// – @@.fmain;What does it mean?@@ – //Well, it means you're going to attend special parties and clean things on the go, instead of working in boring empty houses.// – @@.fmain;There will be people around while I clean? That's silly! Shouldn't I clean //after// the party?@@ – //Normally yeah, but that's why you're going to be an ''exclusive'' maid, you see. Don't judge me, that's what people pay for.// – @@.fmain;There's a catch and I need to know it.@@ – //Depends on what you mean. Your job is to clean a certain place and follow orders, like a standard maid.// – @@.fmain;Why am I not hired as a standard maid, then?@@ – //Um... It's because we need an exclusive one, that's why.// – @@.fmain;I don't possess any superordinary skills in that matter. It's something else, isn't it?@@ – //No, of course not!// – @@.fmain;Wait, I heard about... Oh my god, is it because now my skin is black?!@@ – //Yes, but—// – he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened. – //NO! Of course not, dear gods! No, it's not that!// – @@.fmain;Fuck my life...@@ – //Doesn't matter, it's not like you can change it anyway. So, you're going to be cleaning houses at parties. I heard from the AR you already had a cleaning training, including product knowledge, so you'll do fine. Remember that you have to listen to your clients. If they are not at home, stick to your instructions. If they are, do whatever they say. They want you to clean space that is already clean? Do it. They want you to make a twirl, bend over or raise your skirt? Do it.// – @@.fmain;What?!@@ – //Calm down, it's just for their entertainment. If they would ask for something... unorthodox, you can disagree. In extreme cases, call the company. But keep in mind, that a happy customer pays more. And money is all you and we need. Understood?// – @@.fmain;I'm not sure.@@ – //Good enough. Now, from the start. You will arrive every day at 9:00AM.// – @@.fmain;At least I'll be able to sleep well.@@ – //Show up already in your uniform. This includes also makeup, keep it visible but not too flashy, something as you have on right now. Hairstyle doesn't really matter, it's up to you, just don't do anything too weird.// – @@.fmain;Okay.@@ – //Let me transfer your uniform to your Inventory...// – he showed up a 3D model of a dress you were going to wear every day. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;Does it make it any better? Is this a joke?@@ – //Exclusive, remember? The uniform of course differs from the standard one. Black heels included, of course.// – @@.fmain;I'm not going to—@@ – //Let's be honest, yes you are. It's not a bargain, I'm just telling you what is going to happen one way or another.// – @@.fmain;Fuck this shit...@@ – //Sucks to be you. Anyway, I think we're done. See you tomorrow. Now leave.// <<case 3>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "personal">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 2>>\ – //You're going to be a personal maid.// – @@.fmain;Personal maid? What does it mean?@@ – //It's like a standard maid, but you're going to be working only for one client until he gets bored of you. Or she, of course.// – @@.fmain;Why can't I be a standard maid?@@ – //Duh, because you're Asia—// – he immediately regrets his words. – //Because we need one!// – @@.fmain;Oh you racist piece of shit!@@ – //No, no you got it all wrong. It's nothing like that!// – @@.fmain;Sure, you fucking racist bastard!@@ – //Never mind! It's settled anyway! Now listen up, you're going to show up early, around 8:00AM. In full uniform, that I will show you later. You're going to work for Sir Admurg von Bestarad, he's a rich man with lots of cash. Whatever he says, you're going to do that, unless it threatens your health and life, then call us for help. And not only in his house, you're going to follow him wherever he goes.// – @@.fmain;What? I'm not a fucking servant!@@ – //Yeah, basically a servant, good word. But officially the Professional Maid.// – @@.fmain;You can't do that.@@ – //That's what our services offer, and you're working for us. Therefore yeah, we can. Anyway, you need to keep your makeup perfectly done. Nothing too flashy, but always visible. Something as you have right now. The hairstyle is up to you. Now, about the uniform. Our clients can choose their own style.// – @@.fmain;Oh shit...@@ – //Here, let me transfer it to your Inventory.// – he showed you a 3D model of your uniform. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;No fucking way!@@ – //It's settled, as I said. It's all from me right now, you can leave. See you tomorrow.// <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[JobExplanation]] <</silently>>\

– //You're going to be working in one of our associated high schools.// – @@.fmain;That's... Isn't that a bit too much for a beginner?@@ – //Don't worry, I heard you had your training from the AR company already, and the job is really not difficult. The point is that your subject is nothing mandatory or useful, really.// – He said that as if it was a normal thing to teach useless information. – @@.fmain;Then why would I teach it in the first place?@@ – //It's one of those subject that are needed to fill their schedule, if not full already. For people who didn't want anything hard or are focused on one primary topic.// – @@.fmain;So they won't even listen to me, huh?@@ – //Maybe out of boredom, really. Most of the students are girls, only four boys will attend to your class.// – You were surprised that any boy would want to attend 'the history of female clothing', but they did it probably because of the amount of girls in the class. – //You're going to be teaching them about history of female clothing, as you already know. I'll send you a few books and websites that you might need to prepare yourself beforehand, but don't stress it out. You'll manage.// – @@.fmain;Okay.@@ – //You need to know, though, that they're starting something different this year.// – @@.fmain;What do you mean?@@ – //To spice up their boring subjects, they want to introduce some interesting additions, at least they think they are interesting. I heard that Ecology will bring some animals to classes and stuff like this.// – @@.fmain;And what about me?@@ – //You're going to be dressed as one of historical persona for the entire semester, role playing as such.// – @@.fmain;Oh fuck...@@ – you thought, already imagining how embarrassing it will be to make a clown out of yourself in front of all those people. – //Yeah, I'm not a great fan of that idea either, I find it rather stupid. But hey, I'm not a headmaster, so you better listen up and follow their rules.// – @@.fmain;Can I choose a character?@@ – //Would make sense, right? After all you //supposed// to be the one that actually knows something about the history here. But nope, they have already set the costume, based on your look. We sent them your picture.// – @@.fmain;Great. What is it?@@ <<switch $final.hairCId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "witch">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 0>>\ – //You're going to be 'Astoria var Akolis of Vrideton', a famous witch. Ever heard about her?// – @@.fmain;I think I did@@ – You watched a documentary movie about her once. She lived and was calling herself openly a witch, at the time when the Inquisition started their massacres. Dressed in black and doing her best to look and act like a witch, she exaggerated her image so much that nobody actually believed she was one. This allowed her to achieve something that no other woman managed – she married an inquisitor, who found her practices funny and liked the controversy around it. Unfortunately a month later he died in a mysterious way, which today scientists claim to be a simple sunstroke, and was finally accused of being a real witch. But it wasn't the end, because people did not believe that Astoria could be evil. After holding her for a long time in jail, trying to prove that she was indeed guilty, the Inquisition made an exception – they decided to burn the woman unseen to the audience, which never happened before as the purifying was public warning and a lesson. Up to this day people are not sure if she was really executed or not. – //Good. You're going to be cosplaying her, both costume and attitude, and try to entertain the students this way. Here, I'll show you your outfit and transfer it to your inventory later.// – he projected a 3D model of it. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;I'm going to look like a goth!@@ – //Funny, that's what I said when I heard about their idea too, you know?// – he said, but didn't smile. – //I think it may lead to the girls dressing more inappropriately and feeling okay with it, but it's not my problem. As I mentioned, it was the school's decision, not ours. You're going to be a witch, it's settled.//<<if $final.hairLId<2>>// Don't worry about your hair, they can stay shorter. The headmaster said you would look more modern this way.//<<endif>> – @@.fmain;Kill me...@@ – //Oh, an important note. The students are informed about it, they know you're going to be dressed and acting. With headmaster, your class decided to start the year with a play. They will dress up as well, because they prepared a performance that you're going to participate in, improvising.// – @@.fmain;I didn't think it can be more awful, to be honest.@@ – //That's all from me. You can leave now, see you tomorrow!// <<case 1>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "princess">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 1>>\ – //You're going to be 'Princess Loretta Darlington-Lilly', a famous Hungarian princess. Ever heard about her?// – @@.fmain;You've got to be kidding me...@@ – You watched a documentary movie about her once. For many years she was just a normal medieval princess, like many others before and after her. At some point though, she decided to help herself in achieving something extraordinary. Without special talents besides her inborn sweetness, she started wearing herself differently to gain attention of entire Europe. Always dressed in pink cute dresses, with golden jewellery, with her curvy blonde hair and a sweet face, she quickly got a nickname of a Candy Princess. She achieved her goal, being invited in many tournaments, balls and parties and becoming a celebrity. Although it is said she had quite a lot of love affairs, she never married anyone and officially died as a virgin, which is highly unlikely. She avoided marriage because of fear that it would ruin her cute image. – //I can hear you did indeed. Well, you're going to be cosplaying her, both costume and attitude, and try to entertain the students this way.//<<if $final.hairLId<2>>// Don't worry about your hair, they can stay shorter than those depictions. There are not evidence of their length anyway.//<<endif>>// Here, I'll show you your outfit and transfer it to your inventory later.// – he projected a 3D model of it. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;How could I walk like this around the school?!@@ – //On your heels, I assume.// – he said, sarcastically. – //As I mentioned, it wasn't our choice but the headmaster and his advisors. There's no way you can avoid it.// – You were speechless. – //That's not all, though.// – @@.fmain;Eagerly listening...@@ – //The students are informed about it, they know you're going to be dressed and acting. With headmaster, your class decided to start the year with a play. They will dress up as well, because they prepared a performance that you're going to participate in, improvising.// – @@.fmain;Kill me, please?@@ – //That's it, nothing more from me for now.// – he ignored your plead. – //I'll see you later, you should leave now.// <<case 2>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "viking">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 2>>\ – //You're going to be 'Medira the Fierce', a famous Viking chick. Ever heard about her?// – @@.fmain;Yeah, I did.@@ – You watched a documentary movie about her once. She was a Viking warrioress. A leader of a pack of norse riders who caused a lot of troubles for European countries. She probably would never be remembered, if not the fact she killed, and probably raped beforehand, every male family member of the name d'Grossebite, french aristocrats. Less than a month later she was captured and tortured by another norse warrior whose she pissed off in the past. Although she escaped, she lost her people and her will to raid, dying of old age as a simple traveler. – //Great. You're going to be cosplaying her, both costume and attitude, and try to entertain the students this way. Here, I'll show you your outfit and transfer it to your inventory later.// – he projected a 3D model of it. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;I'll feel stupid walking in this around the school, but could be worse. At least I won't need any high heels.@@ – //Yeah, seems at least comfortable.//<<if $final.hairLId<2>>// Don't worry about your hair, they can stay shorter than those depictions. There are not evidence of their length anyway.//<<endif>> – @@.fmain;Is that all?@@ – //No, an important note. The students are informed about it, they know you're going to be dressed and acting. With headmaster, your class decided to start the year with a play. They will dress up as well, because they prepared a performance that you're going to participate in, improvising.// – @@.fmain;Why did I ask...@@ – //Now it is all. See you tomorrow, you can leave now.// <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[JobExplanation]] <</silently>>\

<<silently>> <<set _choice to "">> <<switch $final.boobsId>> <<case 0 1>> <<if $final.buttId == 3>> <<set _choice to "b">> <<else>> <<set _choice to "a">> <<endif>> <<case 2>> <<if $final.buttId == 3>> <<set _choice to "c">> <<else>> <<set _choice to "b">> <<endif>> <<case 3>> <<if $final.buttId == 0>> <<set _choice to "b">> <<else>> <<set _choice to "c">> <<endif>> <</switch>> <</silently>>\ \ <<switch _choice>>\ <<case "a">>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "woman's">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 0>>\ – //Your job is going to be a secretary.// – said the man. – @@.fmain;That's //so// surprising!@@ – //Oh, it wasn't that obvious as you think. Anyway, you're going to work for Mrs. Kamoni Leonard. She's a Creative Leader in our Manus Officio. The work there shouldn't be much of a hassle. Just follow her orders, I guess.// – @@.fmain;How is she?@@ – //You're going to find out by yourself, my opinion about her is irrelevant. She needs an assistant to make calls and arrange things. You're also going to help her in her job, as I heard.// – @@.fmain;What does it mean?@@ – //To be honest, I don't know. I didn't care what is she doing right now. She's a good unit in this company, so I'm sure something useful.// – @@.fmain;Anything else I should know?@@ – //Not much. You're going to start at 9:00AM, you need to follow the dress code and do your job as well as you can, nothing else. You were already trained by the AR company, as I heard.// – @@.fmain;I know how to type, yeah.@@ – //And some more than that, I hope. Just typing won't get you far.// – @@.fmain;And what about that dress code? White shirt, black skirt?@@ – //Would you prefer to wear a skirt?// – @@.fmain;N-no! I just thought...@@ – //Not this time, the dress code is changed according to the person you're working for. In this case, Mrs. Leonard chose something different. Take a look.// – he showed you a 3D representation of clothes you're going to wear. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – Wow, I didn't expect to look that... normal. Almost. – //Kamoni is very strict about such things. She believes that women should wear things similar to men, to show them their equality, or something. But at the same time she prefers her assistants to look happy, hence the bright colours. Both the colours and the height of heels are mandatory by the way.// – @@.fmain;What if I can't walk in them?@@ – //Better start learning. I'll transfer the clothes into your Inventory. That's all from me, you can leave now. See you tomorrow!// <<case "b">>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "receptionist">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 1>>\ – //Your job is going to be a receptionist.// – the man claimed. – @@.fmain;You've got one already, don't you?@@ – //She's going to be fired.// – @@.fmain;//Going// to be? She doesn't know yet?@@ – //I don't think it's your business, isn't it? But no, she doesn't. We're going to fire her today, after the work hours// – @@.fmain;That's cruel!@@ – //Well, she will probably hate you more than us anyway, you're the reason we fire her.// – @@.fmain;What?! Why! I could work as someone else!@@ – //Because we've seen photos of you. You're looking better, therefore we don't need the old one anymore.// – you didn't like that, but you felt a little bit flattered. – @@.fmain;So she's going to lose her job only because she doesn't have tits or butt as big as I do? What the hell...@@ – //Doesn't matter. It's your new job and she will teach you how to do it properly. Although, we heard you already had a training, ran by the AR company, didn't you?// – @@.fmain;Yeah...@@ – //Great, then it will be easier for you. Oh, and remember to follow the dress code. You probably have seen what is she wearing, but let me show you your outfit here.// – he showed you a 3D model of your future clothes. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;Well, let's say it looks professional, I guess.@@ – //It does. Red heels are mandatory, by the way. I'll transfer the clothes to your Inventory. I have said everything I ought to, now leave the room. See you tomorrow!// <<case "c">>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "boss's">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 2>>\ – //Your job is going to be a secretary, but not the ordinary one.// – @@.fmain;What does it mean?@@ – //You will have an honour to work directly with our boss. You're going to be his personal secretary.// – @@.fmain;What?!@@ – The idea filled you with dread. – @@.fmain;Why is that so?@@ – //He always picks the girls with the biggest...// – he paused. – //potential. And this time it just happened to be you.// – @@.fmain;What would I do?@@ – //Rather what ''will'' you be doing, there's no question if you like it or not. You're going to do exactly what the secretary ought to be doing. Following orders and executing given tasks as soon as possible with perfect results.// – @@.fmain;Sounds very unexciting.@@ – //I heard you already got some training in the AR company, so I assume you're familiar with all of those elements. Therefore it might not be a challenge for you indeed.// – @@.fmain;What about the dress code?@@ – //It's quite strict. I'll show you the model of our previous secretary.// – @@.fmain;Did something bad happen to her?@@ – //Not really, she just wanted some... break from her responsibilities. Anyway, look here.// – he showed you a 3D depiction of your outfit. <<video "wrongmodel">> – //Oh, um.. not that one.// – he changed the model. – @@.fmain;Um, so a red blouse, dark skirt and heels?@@ – //Not exactly. A red blouse with long neckline, a straight, tight, black skirt to half of your thigh and black heels.// – @@.fmain;Why is the neckline mandatory? Or a skirt's length.@@ – //It suits better to our boss. You want to argue about it, go to him.// – @@.fmain;It's humiliating to wear!@@ – //Not my problem. But trust me dear, you don't want to come with anything else on yourself. I'm going to transfer the clothes to your Inventory. That's all, see you tomorrow. Leave my room now, please.// <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[JobExplanation]] <</silently>>\

<<switch $final.hairLId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "antidyke">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 0>>\ – //You're going to work for Monsieur Herbert LaGroupex. He is a photographer of casual-styled fashion, and designes many of them himself as well. As it usually happens with models, your job is to wear whatever he wants, look pretty on pictures and follow orders. Pretty straightforward.// – @@.fmain;Sounds... manageable?@@ – //Yes, it should be. I heard from the AR that you already had an extensive training, you're going to do just fine. You start at 10:00AM, to not interrupt your beauty sleep.// – @@.fmain;Cool! At least I won't have to get up early.@@ – //Indeed. Even though they will often provide their own makeup, you're expected to show up already done. Always something flashy and interesting, to inspire Monsieur Herbert.// – @@.fmain;Fuck...@@ – //I'm sure you can handle. The hairstyle is up to you. One last thing, you're going to be... let's say a statement.// – @@.fmain;What do you mean?@@ – //You've got short hair, and you'll keep them like that. LaGroupex tries to refute stereotypes. He chose you specifically because of your hair.// – @@.fmain;What kind of stereotypes? Short hair girls are typically said to be... Oh fuck.@@ – //Manly. Or dykes, I mean lesbians. He sent us some pictures, to amuse his new model. You want to see?// – @@.fmain;Probably not... Yes, show it to me.@@ [img[imgs/model/antidyke.jpg]] – @@.fmain;No fucking way!@@ – //Not like you've got a choice. For the other part, he wants to prove to society that short hair for a girl is not something unladylike or unorthodox. Therefore you will be expected to wear your cage with the hidden groin option at all times during the photos and most of the time you will pose with manly men, as your presumed partners.// – @@.fmain;I'm not gay!@@ – //Exactly! You're going to be the most hetero, girly woman you could imagine. That's what Monsieur wants from you.// – @@.fmain;You can't do this to me.@@ – //It's already settled. And it's all from me as well, see you tomorrow and walk away for now.// <<case 1 2>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "dickgirl">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 1>>\ – //You're going to work as a model. Pretty straightforward, you need to wear what they tell you to wear, pose as they ask and overal look pretty on photos. Nothing you can't handle.// – @@.fmain;Sounds okay.@@ – //I heard you had a model training already at the AR, so you should do just fine. You start your job at 10:00AM, to not disturb your beauty sleep.// – @@.fmain;Great! At least I'll sleep well. What will I model, though?@@ – //Yourself, mostly. I've got a good news and bad news.// – @@.fmain;Good one, please?@@ – //You're going to be working without a chastity cage. Here at our office you still have to have it on, but in a studio, you're free.// – @@.fmain;Wow, that's a really good news! But why is that so?@@ – //That's the bad news. You're going to work for Playboy, a version with transgender women.// – @@.fmain;WHAT?!@@ – //You're not going to be a bunny-girl really, but a model for their online magazines nonetheless. Here, take a look at the examples they sent us.// [img[imgs/model/dickgirl.jpg]] – @@.fmain;That's insane!@@ – //It's settled anyway. Oh, even though they will provide their own makeup, you're expected to show up already done. Always something flashy and interesting, to inspire the photographers. Now get out, it's all I had to say. See you tomorrow.// <<case 3>>\ <<set $final.jobPosition to "runway">>\ <<set $final.jobPositionId to 2>>\ – //You're going to work as a runway model. Sort of// – @@.fmain;Sort of?@@ – //You won't be attending at only runways, but will do it often enough. The main role of yours is to be a hair model. Your extra long hair was the reason they chose you.// – @@.fmain;Oh, it sounds okay if not the runways...@@ – //Indeed, they will be the most difficult part, dozens of people watching as you stroll with your long hair done in many different ways. But it's just walking, isn't it? Of course a chastity cage is mandatory, you're not going to be known as a shemale, but a full blown woman.// – @@.fmain;Figured it out...@@ – //Even though they will often provide their own makeup, you're expected to show up already done. Always something flashy and interesting, to inspire photographers. Clothing is up to you, they will dress you up anyway. I don't think it's mandatory to say you have to take care of your hair and don't change them, right?// – @@.fmain;Yeah...@@ – //They sent us photos of their current models, to let you see how it's going to be.// [img[imgs/model/runway.jpg]] – @@.fmain;Seems fine, I guess.@@ – //I think so too, even though the money is not the greatest. You start at 10:00AM each day, to let you sleep for your beauty.// – @@.fmain;Cool!@@ – //Oh, and those runways are streamed over the internet, so you will be online watched by millions!// – @@.fmain;Oh my fucking...@@ – //Yeah, I think that's all for now. You can walk out now, see you tomorrow!// <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[JobExplanation]] <</silently>>\

<<switch $final.jobId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<display "JobMaid">> <<case 1>>\ <<display "JobTeacher">> <<case 2>>\ <<display "JobSecretary">> <<case 3>>\ <<display "JobModel">> <</switch>>\ [[Leave the room|JobReaction]] \ <<silently>> [[JobChoose]] <</silently>>\

&emsp;Being able to touch your member was more pleasant than ever before, after hours of being caged and then completely hidden. You were slowly stroking it, admiring the sensation and feeling free and, to some extend, happy. Taking a shower seemed like a perfect moment to utilize, so you decided to fap yourself more seriously. Before you could think about anything sexy on your own, your subconsciousness immediately offered an image. You remembered the blonde girl that sucked you off, right before she put a cage on your cock. She was so into that, doing her best to make you come, that it wasn't hard to forgive her that caging part. You imagined her face, her body in front of you, as your big, powerful cock ram her pussy. <<video "masturbateToGirl">> &emsp;She surely would like that, seeing how involved she was in that blowjob she had to love big cocks. Pinning her down and pistoning her would give you as much pleasure as hers, hearing her moans and screams would make your day. After a good, rough fucking she could want more and more, and you were ready to give it to her. Her beautiful tits bouncing up and down, her hands trying to stop them in vein, after which she'd decide to just play with her nipples while you furiously penetrate her sweet, wet pussy. &emsp;Finally you came, and the orgasm was so intense you almost fell over in the shower. Streams of cum dropped down on the floor and got immediately caught by the water, swimming down to the sewers. You stood there, with closed eyes, for quite some time before you felt like you regained the strength in your limbs again. Next you finished showering and dressed up again, after which you checked your MC in hope that Elea contacted you, but she didn't. For the rest of the day, besides eating an unsatisfying meal, you watched silly stuff on the internet, wondering if after those few days at work you'd get your wage. Or money recompensation from the court after winning the lawsuit, because you'd really like to buy yourself some better food. &emsp;Right before going to sleep you realized, that in the VW your boss did not unlock your cage after the work, but you concluded it was your fault, as instead of going to him you simply immediately logged out, not giving him a chance to do so. It wasn't that bad anyway, because at least you didn't have to ask for such an embarrassing thing yesterday. Tomorrow you'll go for it, with clearer mind. [[Sleep|Day1]]

&emsp;You left the office, closed the door and stared at the wall. You thought you were okay with the fact you'd be working as <<print $final.job>> for a day or two, but now even that seemed like an impossible task to bare. Looking and sounding like a girl was too much for your brain, especially when people could see you like that. But as for now, only people who knew what happened had seen you, at work it will be different. All those people won't know about your past, about who you are and what an awful thing happened because of the Almost Ready company, and you didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing. when you imagined yourself acting all girly you wanted to throw up. But was there any other way? &emsp;Suddenly you noticed a notification, saying that your job today was done and you can log out if you want to. It was probably the best news you got that day, but before you left Virtual World, you took some time to just stand there and think about your future. You really hoped that Elea will call you soon, as soon as possible, and you thought about the possibility of calling her yourself again. However, it made no sense. If she'd find anything already, she'd call you anyway. There was nothing else you could be doing other than trying your best to survive for those couple of days. You really, really wanted to just skip the work and wait for better times, but you were too afraid that being disobedient would make it harder for Elea to get you out of the situation. &emsp;Finally you decided to leave the VW and you hit the logout button, transfering your mind back to your real body and waking up in V-tube. After disconnecting yourself from it, you immediately went to the bathroom and took a long shower there, trying to think about nothing at all. You failed, because of the bliss of having your penis uncaged again. [[Look at your dick|HomeAgain]]

&emsp;The alarm clock caught you completely off guard. With no idea what was happening, you were looking around, trying to pinpoint the source of a noise you heard in the middle of the night, as you thought. It took you good two minutes to realize that it wasn't night anymore, that you had a job now and that it was an alarm clock you set yourself yesterday. Finally you got up, then washed your face and drank some water to help yourself by waking your brain up. With a bit more clear mind you ate a breakfast and went off to connect yourself into Virtual World once again. To the very last moment you kept checking your MC, with hope of the morning message from Elea, but it of course didn't show up. A few seconds later your brain was inside the Virtual World. &emsp;You stood in News Hub, dressed in those 'casual' clothes that Mrs. Roberts gave you yesterday, with your dick caged and hidden once again, surrounded by people who did not know or care who are you, reading their news. As much as you didn't like dressing up as a woman, you were happy that nobody was looking at you as if you were a freak. Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. \ <<display "GetReadyClothes">>\ &emsp;With your cock still caged in VW, you decided it was better to keep it in a 'hidden' option for now, leaving you with a flat mould of skin instead of a dick down there. Looking at the time, you realized you didn't have much time left and quickly started applying your makeup. \ <<display "GetReadyMakeup">>\ Finally ready, you turned off the Inventory. [[Turn it off|Day1Departure]]

<<switch $final.jobId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. Plain black bra with equally boring black briefs with a little white bow at the front. After pulling up the panties, and struggling with clasping your bra, you put on the black pantyhose and black 7cm high heels, that you struggled to balance on. Putting on a dress turned out to be harder than you though, because of how long it felt in your hands, but you eventually managed. Putting on an apron was, surprisingly, the most embarrassing part for you, along with a frilly white headband. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/maid/standard.jpg]] <<case 1>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. Putting on black thongs and a black lace bra felt wrong, but the embarrassment gave way to irritation, when you couldn't clasp the stubborn undergarment. When you finally succeeded, you realized that the undergarment, that you thought were fishnet stockings, turned out to be a long sleeve fishnet bodystocking! Putting it on without ripping additional holes wasn't easy, and the idea of working in such a thing seemed like a very bad idea, because you might need a new one everyday. The fishnet nature of it felt quite nice over your body, but the holes were irritating for your toes. Next were heels, plain black sandal 7cm heels. You struggled to balance on them, but you managed to put on a black dress with something that could //resemble// an apron, if a viewer would feel particularly generous. The last step was a white maid cap, that you put on, full of embarrassment. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/maid/exclusive.jpg]] <<case 2>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. Putting on black thong was embarrassing, but you completely forgot about them when you realized there was no bra to match them. Apparently, you were expected to omit it! With troubles to comprehend that fact, you put on black, very high heels with white decorations and an ankleband with fake lock attached. You had a lot of troubles with maintaining balance in them, but it was nothing in comparison with putting on the short, latex black dress. It took you a good amount of time and nerves to finally being able to pull it down on your body and tie a small apron around your waist. After the maid cap, lacy choker and latex fingerless gloves, your outfit was complete. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/maid/personal.jpg]] <</switch>>\ <<case 1>>\ <<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. Putting on a plain black panties with an equally boring black bra took you a bit too much time, because you had trouble with clasping bra fastener. Next were black pantyhose, that felt a little bit weird around your legs, but not in an unpleasant way. Weird, gothic shoes that you had to wear seemed like something added by the headmaster, than an original clothing of a witch, but you had no other choice than to wear them. They were high, but the heel was very subtle, thanks to a thick platform. The sensation of walking in those was very weird, but they weren't uncomfortable. The real struggled began when you had to wear the short, black dress. Due to some petticoat layers and weird decorations it turned out to be more challenging than you originally thought, but after a few minutes you eventually managed and the outfit was complete. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/teacher/witch.jpg]] <<case 1>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. Putting on white panties with a frill seemed very wrong to you, but the fact there was no bra completely overshadowed that fact. Apparently you were expected to omit that bra! Still in shock, you decided to just carry on and put the white pantyhose and pink, 7cm high heels. You struggled to keep your balance, especially when you noticed the weird circle things in front of you and realized it was a crinoline. After a few moments you managed to put it on, feeling like a mannequin waiting to be dressed up. However, the dress took you several minutes to put on. Due to its length, the crinoline under it, and a weirdly fastened half-corset, you had to focus before you were finally dressed. The long, puffy sleeves felt weird, corset wasn't tight but you could feel it all the time, the dress puffed with crinoline felt ridiculous. But the worst part were your bare shoulders, you constantly felt exposed and vulnerable, as if wearing nothing at all. With a golden necklace and a golden tiara, your outfit was complete. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/teacher/princess.jpg]] <<case 2>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was a plain white linen dress, called the smock, a medieval underwear. No panties, no bra, nothing else than this thing that reached your calfs. You put on the shoes, made out of soft brown leather, fitting your feet perfectly. They felt comfortable, as much that you thought about buying such shoes for yourself out of work! The green linen dress and a leather apron were next, they were simple and easy to put on. You didn't feel bad, if not the curves of your body you could feel like a medieval guy, especially that you added a fake sword in scabbard to the outfit. The amount of norse jewellery, including decorative belt, a few necklaces, rings and bracelets disturbed that feeling, though. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/teacher/viking.jpg]] <</switch>>\ <<case 2>>\ <<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. A plain white panties and a black bra seemed mismatched, however you quickly realized the reason. Pulling up your bright pants was difficult, due to them being tight, but manageable. Before you buttoned them, you put on a black shirt, thanks to your seemingly 'wrong' underwear, nothing was visible under the clothes. You pushed your shirt behind the pants and buttoned them up. Putting on the beige high heels was easy, but maintaining balance in them was certainly not, you felt embarrassed trying to stand in them while you finished putting on the jacket. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/secretary/womans.jpg]] <<case 1>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. A plain black panties and a white bra seemed mismatched, however you quickly realized the reason. Pulling up your black skirt was difficult, it was a very tight skirt, especially around your butt. After a moment you realized you should pull it up even more, over your belly button. Walking in that hobble skirt felt weird and irritating, you couldn't make a bigger step. Before zipping it up, you wore the white shirt, buttoned it up and pushed it behind the skirt. You realized that it was half-transparent shirt and wearing anything but the white bra would make your underwear clearly visible even from a distance. After you were done with that, you put on a red high 7cm heels. It wasn't easy to maintain your balance, but could be worse. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/secretary/receptionist.jpg]] <<case 2>>\ &emsp;Turning on your inventory, you had to get changed into something more appropriate to work. Unfortunately, you had such clothes, because they got transferred to you yesterday. You hesitated at first, but finally decided there was no other way and began to dress up. First was the underwear. After putting on your black thong, and a black plunge bra, you quickly realized that along with the shortness of a skirt and a size of a cleavage in a blouse, you had every evidence needed to prove that your new boss was a sexist. You put on the skirt, it reached no further than half of your thighs. The long sleeves of the red blouse were quite comfortable, but the fact that blouse showed almost half of your breasts wasn't. You finished the outfit with short black heels. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. [img[imgs/secretary/bosses.jpg]] <</switch>>\ <<case 3>>\ &emsp;Turning up your inventory, you decided to wear something easier to take off at work. Partially hating yourself for such an idea, you picked the casual outfit with a skirt, that Mrs. Roberts added to your inventory yesterday. Putting on the underwear, skirt and a blouse reminded you of her. Maybe you should call her at some point? She was nice to you. After you were done, you looked at yourself critically. Seeing yourself in such attire wasn't nice, but at least you didn't look like a tart, and the clothes were quite comfortable. Nevertheless, you felt ridiculous going out like that. "I think I'm done", you thought and realized how ambiguously true were these words. <<set _pic to "imgs/accessories/items/outfit2">>\ <<set _pic to _pic+$final.acc.color.toUpperCase()+".jpg">>\ [img[_pic]] <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[Day1]] <</silently>>\

<<switch $final.makeup>>\ <<case 0>>\ The result was a disaster. You had to redo the whole thing to be able to even go out, even though the second take wasn't much better either. Deciding to stick to a minimum, you basically used a bit of an eyeshadow, some lip gloss and a foundation beforehand, without much more products. You didn't think that makeup made you look better, but at least it didn't make your face looking worse. <<case 1>>\ With a bit of luck, you managed to do it good enough. It certainly wasn't perfect, but why would it be? You never wanted to be a makeup artist anyway and lots of women wore it even worse than you did right now. The lack of time didn't let you ponder on that fact any longer, though. <<case 2>>\ Miraculously you managed to do it perfectly! With no idea how did you do it, you looked at yourself critically and couldn't find a real flaw. Your face looked amazing and you both liked and hated it at the same time, but speaking of time – you didn't have enough of it to ponder that fact. <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[Day1]] <</silently>>\

&emsp;You showed up in the News Hub once again, but this time you could notice men staring at you. Not wanting to give them a chance to act, you quickly turned on the interface and clicked the option of Job Departure. Your virtual body, after ten seconds, was teleported just in time, because you could see a man making his way towards you. &emsp;There was no receptionist at the desk, the whole building was quite empty. It was too early and only parts of it were actually working already. You decided to go to your boss first, instead of Mr. Odrin Arbeitbringer, the weird guy who told you about your job. Partially because you wasn't sure what to do, partially because of the cage problem. &emsp;You knocked to his door and waited for him to let you in, which he did. He looked you up and down and said: "You look great". Feeling both flattered and angry, you did not respond to that compliment and jumped into the conversation you cared for. – @@.fmain;I'm not sure where should I go now.@@ – //Odrin will help you out, you should always go to him first, in case there are any important information.// – @@.fmain;Okay...@@ – you replied and hesitated before continuing. – @@.fmain;I've got a question.@@ – //Yes? Quickly, I don't have a whole day.// – @@.fmain;I heard that you are in possession of a key to that device the AR put on my groin...@@ – //That's true. We can't have you walking around, screaming "I'm a shemale" with your dingling dong.// – @@.fmain;Yeah... However I heard you're supposed to unlock it after work, though. You did not yesterday.@@ – //Oh!// – he laughed, genuinely. – //It's not my job to remember it, darling. It will lock up itself automatically, but to unlock it you need to come here and ask. I will unlock it with no problems. Anything else?// – @@.fmain;No, thank you.@@ – you said, feeling embarrassed to be forced to talk about such things, and quickly stepped out of the room, murmuring "good bye". &emsp;Next you head to the Mr. Arbeitbringer's room, where he greeted you with a forced smile and shook your hand. He also complimented your looks but rather automatically then sincerely. You didn't have to ask for anything, he immediately started explaining where should you go and what to do. Most of that was rather obvious, since you knew what your job was about, but the fact where was the appropriate teleport was a very useful information. After saying goodbye, you left his office and walked up to the device that will transport you to your workplace. [[Start your day at work|Day1Start]]

<<if $cheats>> <<set $final.jobPositionId to $cheatsPosition>> <<endif>> <<switch $final.jobId>> <<case 0>> <<goto "Maid">> <<case 1>> <<goto "Teacher">> <<case 2>> <<goto "Secretary">> <<case 3>> <<goto "Model">> <</switch>> <<silently>> [[Maid]] [[Teacher]] [[Secretary]] [[Model]] <</silently>>

&emsp;You showed up inside a medium sized room with a few women there. Some of them were dressed like similarly to you, some wore completely different styles. A couple looked more like porn stars than maids. But one thing connected them all – they were looking directly at you, making you blush and want to run away. Fortunately, it took them only a second or two to ignore you completely. With one exception, she walked closer and smiled to you. The woman looked older than you, maybe about 40 years old, but still very beautiful. She was one of those who looked more like porn stars, though. Even looking at her made your poor caged member twitch, you felt a slight pain in your groin. – //Fresh blood!// – she said, all smiley. – //What's your name, sweety?// <<set _word to $info.name.substring(0, Math.floor($info.name.length/2))>>\ – @@.fmain;<<print _word>>...@@ – you almost used your normal name! With hope she will ignore it, you tried again. – @@.fmain;<<print $final.name>>.@@ – //I'm René.// – she replied, apparently oblivious to your mistake. – //I really like your <<print $final.eyebrowsS>> eyebrows, you know? They are <<print $final.eyebrowsV>> and so cute!// – @@.fmain;Um, thanks.@@ – With no idea how to react, you just touched your eyebrows and looked away from the woman. She wasn't finished, though. \ <<if $makeup > 0>>\ – //But my goodness, your makeup looks so beautiful! It really fits your face, you know?// – she said, looking quite excited. – //What am I saying, you surely know! Where did you get it done? – @@.fmain;I... I did it myself@@ – you replied, embarrassed and burning red. – //Jealous! You need to make mine some day!// – @@.fmain;Um, yeah, sure I guess?@@ <<else>>\ – //But work on that makeup, darling.// – she said, after which her eyes opened wider and she covered her mouth with one hand. – //Oh gosh, so ruude! I'm sorry, you still look great, sweety. Just take it as an advice, okay?// – @@.fmain;Um, yeah, sure...@@ <<endif>>\ \ – //And oh goodie, I love your nails!// – she took both your hands in hers, without asking for permission and lift them to her face. You felt like a slave for sale. – //That shade of <<print $final.acc.color>> is so pretty, I can't even! And the shape? I bet you didn't do them yourself, huh?// – @@.fmain;No, I didn't. A friend of mine...@@ – //Thought so, too perfect! You wouldn't work as a maid if you could make such nails yourself, honey.// – She let go your hands, smiled and gently touched your shoulder. – //Good luck at work. It's not that bad here, don't worry. See you, chica!// – and with that she walked out the room. &emsp;You stood there, with no idea what just happened. After a while you looked at your nails and tried to remember why you didn't kill yourself yet, but a voice interrupted you. It was a man, dressed in a tuxedo. He opened the door and looked at you, saying you should move on. You followed him, feeling very stupid being dressed like you are, and entered a teleport he pointed to you. He said it will get you into a house you are bound to clean, and he did not lie. Just before you disappeared, he handed you a big suitcase, saying your tools were inside. <<video "teleport">> \ <<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<display "Standard">>\ <<case 1>>\ <<display "Exclusive">>\ <<case 2>>\ <<display "Personal">>\ <</switch>>\ \ <<silently>> [[Standard]] [[Exclusive]] [[Personal]] <</silently>>

&emsp;You appeared in the middle of a room, which reminded you of your boss' one. Big desk, expensive furniture, leather chair with a sturdy man sitting in it. He was slightly older than your boss, but also looked a bit less menacing. The man was looking at you and didn't seem surprised by your sudden appearance. – //Welcome in my school, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>. This time I ordered to teleport you directly into my room. I'm a headmaster of this school and I wanted to talk with our new addition.// – @@.fmain;Hello.@@ – you replied, meekly. – //Let me look at you...// – he said and sized you up and down. \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>\ – //I've got to say I expected someone with... let's say less front-weight.// – he said, looking at your chest. It was highly inappropriate for him to mention that, but you couldn't find words to oppose it. \ <<endif>>\ <<if $final.buttId>1>>\ – //I didn't think you'd have so big...Um, I mean you're definitely getting attention from behind.// – he spoke about your butt! That was just rude! \ <<endif>>\ <<if $final.lipsSId>0>>\ – //And those lips of yours are very... Noticeable.// – "Like I can do anything about it", you thought to yourself. \ <<endif>>\ – //Overall I thought you'd look a bit differently. We got a photo of your but I didn't check it out. I preferred to make my opinion looking at a real person, not every photo shows the truth.// – @@.fmain;So... You're displeased with me, I get it.@@ – //No, not entirely! I just don't like when students get distracted, you see. But I bet you're going to be a good teacher, won't you?// – you did not reply to it. – //Fortunately, you won't be teaching math or anything like that, so I'm sure it will be fine. However, keep in mind that students might want to take advantage of the way you look like, don't tell me I didn't warn you.// – @@.fmain;Shouldn't it be punished if they do so?@@ – //Yes, yes indeed. But you're going to teach our best students. Those are the people who can make this school known and I won't easily let anyone destroy their reputations.// – @@.fmain;If they'd harass a teacher, I'm sure tha—@@ – //Now go already, <<print $final.name>>.// – he interrupted you. – //The students already awaits. Follow the corridor and go downstairs. Then enter the room 64. Good luck.// – @@.fmain;Um... Okay, bye.@@ &emsp;You didn't thank him for wishing you a good luck, he did not say bye. Overal it looked that your headmaster was a dick and it couldn't portend anything good. &emsp;Walking out of the room you didn't meet anyone, it was probably too early or other lessons were already in progress. Following the directions you walked through the whole length of a corridor and used the stairs to go down. You had to read the labels to find the room 64, but before you did so, you noticed a bunch of adolescents standing next to an opened class room. It was probably your class, since most of them were wearing costumes as well.<<if $info.age<25>> You felt weird with the fact that you were only a few years older than they were.<<endif>> <<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ [[Approach them|Witch]] <<case 1>>\ [[Approach them|Princess]] <<case 2>>\ [[Approach them|Viking]] <</switch>> <<silently>> [[Witch]] [[Princess]] [[Viking]] <</silently>>

<<switch $final.jobPositionId>>\ <<case 0>>\ <<goto "Womans">> <<case 1>>\ <<goto "Receptionist">> <<case 2>>\ <<goto "Boss">> <</switch>> <<silently>> [[Womans]] [[Receptionist]] [[Boss]] <</silently>>

<<set $final.jobPositionId to 0>> ''(2/3 of Model stories are not finished yet! Sorry for inconvenience, the work is in progress. Only Position 1, the girly girl, is available)'' &emsp;You appeared in a room full of vanities, chairs and racks of clothes, but with only one person in front of you. A young girl that apparently waited for you, because as soon as she looked your way she stood up, smiled, and spoke. – //Hello, Mrs. <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>! I was waiting for you.// – @@.fmain;Hi.@@ – you replied meekly, embarrassed to work there. – //I will ask you to go to the changing room and completely undress yourself, okay?// – @@.fmain;If you insist.@@ – you said and walked the way she pointed you to. &emsp;The changing room was quite large, you had plenty of space and a comfortable chair there to sit and help yourself in undressing. Also a couple of pegs to hang your clothes there. Undressing made you a little bit anxious but your face turned completely red when the woman entered the cabin, barely asking if you were ready and not waiting for an answer. The fact that she could see you naked, with a caged dick between your legs and <<print $final.boobs>> tits on your chest made you feel very self conscious. <<switch $final.jobPositionId>> <<case 0>>\ [[Wait for her reaction|Antidyke]] <<case 1>>\ [[Wait for her reaction|Dickgirl]] <<case 2>>\ [[Wait for her reaction|Runway]] <</switch>>

&emsp;In a second you appeared in a small living room. It looked rather filthy and was decorated without a taste, in your opinion. You looked left and right, seeing how much work it will need to make it all clean, and then you opened a suitcase. Bunch of products, rugs and many more tools were inside. Before you manage to decide which one to use first, you heard someone entering the room. It was a rather fat person, probably over 30 years old. You really didn't like the way he smiled, looking at you. [img[imgs/maid/chubbyguy.jpg]] – @@.fmain;Hello, I'm here to clean the house...@@ – you said, trying to break the weird silence. – //Yeah, I figured.// – he said and snorked. – //You look better than I thought.// – @@.fmain;Um, sure... So I'm going to start from... the bathroom.@@ – //Listen up. I'm going out now and I want you to clean this mess, that I call a home. Because when I'll get back... You won't have much more time for cleaning.// – "What the fuck do you mean, you creepy bastard", were your thoughts. – @@.fmain;Sure, I guess.@@ – //Cool, see you later!// – he said and walked out of the room. You could hear him leaving the flat as well. &emsp;Afraid of what he meant you decided to make it quick and clean the flat right away. You looked into a suitcase once again, deciding which tool to start with. Finally you changed your mind and started picking things up from the floor and throwing them away. There was so much to do, that place was a real mess! \ \ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ <<set _cleaned to true>>\ It took you nearly two hours, but the place was almost completely clean up. You felt tired more than you thought you could, you barely could stand because of the heels you were wearing the whole time. Your long dress was getting in a way time to time but at least you didn't feel as sweaty as you could get in the pants. <<if $final.hairLId>1>>You had to redo your bun a couple of times, because your <<print $final.hairL>> hair was getting loose, interrupting your workflow. <<endif>>Only one or two things left to be cleaned up, when you heard the front door opening. <<else>>\ <<set _cleaned to false>>\ After nearly two hours you were barely at half of what should had been done. You felt tired more than you thought you could, you barely could stand because of the heels you were wearing the whole time. Your long dress was getting in a way time to time but at least you didn't feel as sweaty as you could get in the pants. <<if $final.hairLId>1>>You had to redo your bun a couple of times, because your <<print $final.hairL>> hair were getting loose, interrupting your workflow. <<endif>>Unfortunately, before you had a chance to double your efforts and finally clean the apartment, you heard the front door opening. <<endif>>\ &emsp;A couple of minutes later the chubby guy entered the living room, where you were standing, and smiled at you. You felt your body shivered and started thinking about calling the AR, asking for help, but you knew that nothing bad happened yet and they wouldn't do anything before your life was threatened. The guy looked around himself. \ <<if _cleaned>>\ – //Wow, you've managed to clean this whole mess up in two hours?!// – @@.fmain;I did my best...@@ – //You surely did! I think you should get rewarded. Come here, approach me.// <<else>>\ – //You've got to be kidding me.// – he said, with a calm voice. – //You didn't manage to clean this up in two hours?!// – @@.fmain;There was a lot to—@@ – //I don't care about your reasons, girl. Come here, approach me.// <<endif>>\ &emsp;You looked at him, dumbfounded. It took you a whole minute before you finally realized he wanted you to get closer to his fat body, for gods know what reason. \ <<if $final.skills[1] == 1>>\ <<set _consent to true>>\ It was obvious he didn't want to do anything you could like, but you were here not only to clean the place – but also to follow orders. You knew you should always listen to your clients, and so you did. Hesitantly, you walked toward the guy. He smiled and as soon as you got close enough, embraced you in a warm hug. <<else>>\ <<set _consent to false>>\ But there was no way you'd follow his orders. Your job was to clean the flat, not to be nice, that's what you thought. Still standing in your place, you spoke. – @@.fmain;I'm fine where I am. I'm just here to clean the place.@@ – He visibly did not like your answer. After a second he smiled and said: – //Okay, let me do it myself then...// – after which he approached you and before you could react, he embraced you in a warm hug. <<endif>>\ \ &emsp;Quickly realizing that he was stronger than you, you started to get very uncomfortable. His big, chubby arms were sitting around you and there was no way you could do anything about it without being very violent. While trying to figure out what to do with that fact, he stepped back a little, holding you now by your shoulders, and stood there face to face with you, uncomfortably close. – //I like how your body feels, you know? But I'd rather touch it in other places. Is it okay?// – he asked, and you knew it wasn't. Therefore you answered: \ <<if _consent>>\ – @@.fmain;Y-yes, of course...@@ – you couldn't believe such words came out of your mouth. – //Thank you, girl.// <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;No, it isn't.@@ – //Too bad, girl. Because I think I might not be able to constrain myself.// <<endif>>\ \ <<if _cleaned>>\ &emsp;He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, pushing your body against his belly, while touching your <<print $final.butt>> ass. You felt very humiliated, but you did nothing to stop it, in fear of retaliation. Next, he grabbed your hand and walked you over a couch, on which he sat down and pulled your body on himself. You were sitting there, on his lap, forced to move your body at sides, feeling his cock growing in his pants, right under your butt. <<video "maid/standardbutt">> &emsp;He kept going like this, basically massaging himself with your body. You did not say anything, neither he did. Just bouncing side to side for minutes, in silence. When he finally made a sound, it was as if something brought you back from a trance. You heard him say "God, so sexy!" and then he pushed you off himself and stood up. You turned around to ask if you could go now, when he suddenly forced himself onto your <<print $final.lipsC>>, <<print $final.lipsS>> lips. <<video "maid/standardforcedkiss">> &emsp;Finally he stopped, letting you catch a breath. You wanted to shout, but you didn't. Just staring in his eyes, you waited until all of this would end. \ \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>\ But he was not finished. He looked at your <<print $final.boobs>> tits and smiled again, with his creepy smile. – //I need to see them too, girl.// – he said, as if it was a normal thing to say to a woman. "I'm not a woman!", you quickly fixed your thoughts. He helped you unbutton your long dress and free those impressive breasts of yours. <<video "maid/standardboobs">> &emsp;He didn't even touch them, which made the whole thing somehow even more humiliating. The guy just kept looking at your boobs, and he did for so long that you didn't stand the pressure and jiggled them a little to make him satisfied. It worked, he looked you in the eyes and said: – //I knew you'd like to show 'em to me, girl.// – You didn't have enough will power to correct this obviously untrue statement. Finally he let you button up the dress again and gather your things up. <<else>>\ – //I knew I'd like those lips of yours, girl. You taste like strawberries.// – You didn't have enough will power to reply. Finally he let you button up the dress again and gather your things up. <<endif>>\ <<else>>\ &emsp;He violently grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, crushing your body against his fat belly, while touching your <<print $final.butt>> ass. You felt not only humiliated but violated, however you did nothing to stop it, in fear of retaliation. Next, he grabbed your hand and walked you over a couch, on which he sat down and pulled your body on himself. You were sitting there, on his lap, forced to move your body at sides, feeling his cock growing in his pants, right under your butt. <<video "maid/standardbutt">> &emsp;He kept going like this, basically massaging himself with your body. You did not say anything, but he did. The guy kept saying things like "I love your ass", "I'd like to pound that", "You're so sexy" and moaning. You just bounced side to side for many minutes, in silence. When he finally he pushed you off himself and stood up, it was as if he would end a weird trance you were in. You turned around to ask if you could go now, when he suddenly forced himself on your <<print $final.lipsC>>, <<print $final.lipsS>> lips. <<video "maid/standardforcedkiss">> &emsp;Finally he stopped, letting you catch a breath. You wanted to shout, but you didn't. Just staring in his eyes, you waited until all of this would end. \ \ <<if $final.boobsId>1>>\ But he was not finished. He looked at your <<print $final.boobs>> tits and smiled again, with his creepy smile. – //I need to see them too, girl.// – he said, as if it was a normal thing to say to a woman. "I'm not a woman!", you quickly fixed your thoughts. He helped you unbutton your long dress and free those impressive breasts of yours. <<video "maid/standardboobsgrope">> &emsp;He started to violently touch them, play with them however he wanted, leaving you vulnerable and unable to stop him, suffering deep embarrassment. The guy just kept playing with your boobs, and he did it for so long that you didn't stand the pressure and faked a moan to make him satisfied. It worked, he looked you in the eyes and said: – //I knew you'd like to show 'em to me, girl.// – You didn't have enough will power to correct this obviously untrue statement. Finally he let you button up the dress again and gather your things up. <<else>>\ – //I knew I'd like those lips of yours, girl. You taste like strawberries.// – You didn't have enough will power to reply. Finally he let you button up the dress again and gather your things up. <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ \ <<if _consent>>\ <<else>>\ Unfortunately, you got assaulted again. With a loud scream "Fuck, I just can't stand it!", he rushed at you and grabbed your hands from behind. You cried to him to let you go, but in vein. His arms appeared to be way stronger than you assumed, you couldn't break free. You could feel he pulled your dress up and your panties down. – @@.fmain;No, please! Please don't!@@ – you shouted. You wanted to tell him you were a man, that he shouldn't do anything to you. But the humiliating perspective of being outed right now stopped you from fulfiling this plan. Suddenly you could feel something hard against your asshole. You clenched it as hard as you could, but then you felt him tightening his grip on your arms, causing you so much pain that you cried. Defeated, you partially relaxed your muscles and he forcefully entered your body from behind. Slowly at first, he sped up with time, pounding your body into obedience. <<video "maid/standardanal">> &emsp;You don't know for how long he was violating your body, but in horror you realized that at some point it became quite pleasant. You felt a lot of pain at the entrance of your ass, but his dick was hitting your prostate, making your invisible dick drip a lot of precum, falling onto the ground. When you were sure you were very close to start feeling more pleasure than pain, he sped up and vigorously came into your butthole. <<video "maid/standardcreampie">> &emsp;His sperm splattered out of your ass onto the ground, miraculously avoiding your clothes. He stepped back and let you loose, which you immediately used to pull up your panties and touch your flat mould of skin, trying to find your cock, with no success. You fixed your dress and quickly gathered the rest of your things, trying not to think what just happened. <<endif>>\ – //Thank you for your time, girl// – he said, watching you gathering yourself. You did not reply, just wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. Suddenly, you heard him screaming. After turning around, you'd seen his hand heavily bleeding. He stabbed himself with a tacky dagger hanging on a wall. The blood covered his clothes. – //Fuck this shit!// – he shouted. – //I need to wear it tomorrow! Wash it off, girl!// \ <<if $final.skills[2]>>\ &emsp;Surprisingly even to yourself, you actually knew what to do. You remembered that among the products you had, there was one which could help. Picking it up, you told the man to take off his clothes, and then you took them to the bathroom, washing them up. After a few minutes, the blood was gone. The man stood there, watching you work your magic, being half naked, with his belly and big manboobs on display. – //Thanks, hon.// – He simply said, when you were done, and brought up his user interface. He called your work, stating that you were done and he was very pleased with your job. The prompt showed up in front of you, allowing you to teleport back to your job. Before you clicked it, the chubby guy said: – //We'll see each other again, girl// – with his creepy smile. Then you disappeared. <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;I don't know how!@@ – you replied, truthfully. – //What the fuck do you mean you don't know how?! You're a maid!// – he kept screaming. You took all your stuff and rushed to... Suddenly you realized you didn't know how to return from this place. The guy noticed your actions. – //No, I won't let you go off just like that!// – That informed you, that he was the one who could probably make you somehow return. You noticed him bringing up his interface and calling someone. – //Yes, that's me. I want to make a complain.// – he said. – //Your worker don't know her stuff, she can't wash my clothes properly. Yes. Yes. Oh, no of course not. Mhm. Yes. Thank you, she's done.// – he finished, with a very calm voice for a person with bleeding hand. Then he looked at you again and said: – //Done, you can teleport back, bitch. But you won't get any money from today!// – You couldn't believe that you did all this for free, only because you didn't know how to wash one piece of clothing. Although you didn't ponder it for long, because a prompt showed up, letting you get back to your workplace, which you used immediately. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "AfterJob">><</link>>\ <<silently>> [[AfterJob_Dummy_maid]] <</silently>>

&emsp;You appeared in a really big, dim lighted room. The clicking of your heels was very audible, as you walked on the wooden floor, admiring decorations and a big fireplace, currently not lit, probably because it was warm there. Since it was just one room, you couldn't imagine how big the house was, there was no chance you could clean something like this alone in one day! You turned around to see if there was anyone you could speak to, and with a shock, you spotted a woman sitting on a couch. She was watching you all along. [img[imgs/maid/host.jpg]] – @@.fmain;H-hello,@@ – you said, nervously, feeling embarrassed by the situation you were in. – @@.fmain;I'm here to help with cleaning.@@ – //That's wonderful.// – she replied. Her voice was calm and very melodic. – //We don't have much time before the party starts. Please, walk through the door on your left, there's a room there that is supposed to be cleaned.// &emsp;You just nodded and spotted the door. After entering the room, the sound of your heels was muffled. The floor was covered in a very soft carpet, it was hard to keep your balance there. The room had very few furnitures inside: a really big table by the wall, and a few chairs on the opposite side was everything there, besides numerous decorations. Cushions all over the floor, paintings on the wall, a big clock and huge chandelier. You were sure you could clean it all up pretty quickly and be done for that day. &emsp;After opening your suitcase you had to think for a while before you decided which tools and products to use at first. It was difficult to walk in heels on that carpet and you were not used to have a dress on yourself either. <<if $final.hairLId>1>>Your <<print $final.hairL>> hair got out of a bun a few times and you had to readjust them to stop them from interrupting your work. <<endif>>You tried to best to not break anything, especially when taking care of the chandelier – lower parts of course, you couldn't reach anything higher without a ladder. \ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ &emsp;Finishing it all didn't take you long. You were completely done when the woman entered the room, telling you that only several minutes left. She was pleasantly surprised with the room being already clean and congratulated you. – //I didn't expect such a professional approach from a new maid! Good job. Now, please wait in the next room, there.// – @@.fmain;I thought I will be done for today?@@ – //Oh no, no. I payed for your services during the party as well, darling. After all you're exclusive maid, aren't you?// – @@.fmain;I guess...@@ – //Good. The party starts soon, so just sit there and wait until you'll be needed, please.// &emsp;You did as she told you to, walking to the next room. It was way, way smaller one, about the size of your own bedroom. Before closing the door, you left a gasp. The room was filled with.. sex toys! [img[imgs/maid/toys.jpg]] &emsp;They were lying on a desk, shelves, were hung on the walls, basically everywhere. You looked behind you, to check if the woman was trying to prank you, but she already left. Closing the door behind you, you didn't know what to think about it. You sit down on a chair, surrounded by lots of freshly looking dildos, vibrators, cuffs, butt plugs and gods know what else. With a very bad feeling, you decided to call your manager. – @@.fmain;Hello. I'm <<print $info.name>>...@@ – you quickly spotted your mistake. – @@.fmain;I mean I'm <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>. I am afraid my wellbeing might be violated.@@ – //Let me check...// – after a brief pause, the man continued. – //You should be working at a party right now. What's happening?// – @@.fmain;The party didn't start yet, but... But the host made me sit in a room filled with sex toys. I'm afraid I might be assaulted.@@ – //Nonsense!// – he shouted. – //Don't waste my time! You're there to clean things and help people, the toys are for the party. It's an annual thing there. Just keep being nice and follow orders.// &emsp;Before you could respond, the manager hung up. So all of those things were for the guests? What kind of party was that? Quite obvious now, to be honest. You kept waiting there, dumbfounded, without ideas how to behave in such a strange situation. At some point you heard people talking in the next room. After a few more minutes, it was obvious that the room was filled with people, which you could confirm when the door opened and the host entered, closing the door behind her. She handed you a basket. – //Please, fill it with whatever you like and get back to us.// – @@.fmain;I don't—@@ – //I know I said 'please', but that was an order.// – she interrupted you and simply walked out. Your cheeks burned red at the thought of bringing such items back to the room in your big basket, but there was no way out. Dozens of clean dildos, vibrators, whips, chains and gods know what else surrounded you and you had to take some of them. Even though you were not prim, you had never played with sex toys, or even touched them before, and the new experience felt just wrong. You tried to take the smallest, most innocent ones, but there were more kinky toys than normal ones. Finally the basket was full but you just couldn't force yourself to walk out. <<else>>\ &emsp;Positive that you were doing great, you heard the woman entering the room. You smiled to her, but she didn't smile back, apparently wasn't pleased with what she saw. – //You're not done yet?// – @@.fmain;I'm almost done.@@ – //The guests are already here!// – @@.fmain;Uh oh...@@ – //Yes, uh oh. Keep cleaning, you're just going to have an audience now. It's a bit of faux pass, but since you're looking pretty good I think they will handle.// &emsp;Faux pass or not, the fact that you were watched while cleaning the room was highly embarrassing. More and more people were entering, some of them greeted you, some laughed at you every time you lost your balance on the carpet. It was very hard for you to stop yourself from running away or screaming out of humiliation. After a while there were dozens of people there and you had to ask some of them to move to the side, to let you clean things. Speaking to them felt even worse, especially that some teased you instead of just moving to the side. One of the guests groped your ass, putting his hand under your skirt, when you were trying to pass through a denser crowd. You never spotted who did that and couldn't confront the offender. <<video "maid/exclusivebuttgrope">> &emsp;Finally the host entered and greeted everyone, after which she spoke directly to you. She asked you to walk into the other room with a basket, fill it with whatever you find there, and bring it back. You took the basket and quickly entered the room, closing the door behind you to avoid the stares of people. Working there in such revealing outfit was killing you, your dignity and self-esteem. Finally alone and free, you looked around yourself and stood there mortified. The whole room was filled with... sex toys! [img[imgs/maid/toys.jpg]] &emsp;They were lying on a desk, shelves, were hung on the walls, basically everywhere. Your cheeks burned red at the thought of bringing them back to the room in your big basket, but there was no way out. Dozens of clean dildos, vibrators, whips, chains and gods know what else surrounded you and you had to take some of them. Even though you were not prim, you had never played with sex toys, or even touched them before, and the new experience felt just wrong. You tried to take the smallest, most innocent ones, but there were more kinky toys than normal ones. Finally the basket was full but you just couldn't force yourself to walk out. <<endif>>\ &emsp;You waited inside for a long time, knowing that they won't forget about their toys, but not able to move out of the room. A few times you even grabbed the door knob, but never got courageous enough to actually use it. When you thought that you'll stay there to the end of a world, the door opened and two men walked inside, and closed them behind their backs. With your <<print $final.heightExact>>cm height, they were at least another fifteen or twelve taller and looked pretty bulky. In sudden fear and humiliation, wearing skimpy clothes and holding a bucket of sex toys, you quickly said: – @@.fmain;I'm sorry, I'm going out already!@@ &emsp;But they just smiled and did not let you through. One of them took a basket from your hands and placed it on the ground. The other walked up to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, holding your head pointed straight to his face. – //Mistress is fed up with waiting, sexy. We're here to give you some encouragement.// – @@.fmain;I don't need it, I swear I'm ready!@@ – //Glad to hear that...// – he replied and you could feel hands on your ass. The other guy got behind you and pulled down your panties. You tried to move, but the one who held your head had very firm grip, as if they were made out of steel. – @@.fmain;Please, no!@@ – you cried, but you could feel something touching your anus. It was wet and smooth. You tried to kick the other guy, but then he slapped your butt so hard you screamed. Using that moment, he shoved something in your butt, you could feel your muscles open up and close again around something circular in your ass. He kept pushing it deeper, thanks to that you realized those were anal beads, going inside you one by one. At some point he stopped. <<video "maid/exclusiveanalbeads">> – //Done.// – he said and the other guy lets you go. You touched your ass and felt a few beads hanging outside of your butt, while feeling the rest inside you. – //Turn around.// – said one of them. You obliged, afraid of what could happen if you wouldn't. After a moment he unzipped his pants and took his dick out. – //Grind on it.// – he ordered and you didn't dare to oppose him. Before you started, the other one pulled up your panties, you could feel them holding anal beads in place. You started grinding your ass over his exposed dick, trying to turn off your mind, in vein. Unfortunately, you were fully aware of what was happening and you couldn't do anything to help yourself. <<video "maid/exclusivebuttgrind">> &emsp;Finally he pushed you off himself and put his hands in your panties, suddenly pulling all anal beads from your ass with one motion. You involuntarily moaned and felt drips of precum filling staining your panties, falling from your invisible caged cock. – //Now thank us properly, with a curtsey.// – he ordered. Your mind was all over the place, you could not think clearly and you just did as was told to, trying your best to imitate the motion. <<video "maid/exclusivecurtsey">> – //Take the basket.// – was the next command and you listened. After that you all three left the room, to applause of all people in the party. Your cheeks burned red as people walked to you and started taking toys from your basket. &emsp;Next hours were relatively calm. All of the guests were literally fucking each other, in a great orgy – but you had nothing to do, other than watching them. Women and men facing each other, playing with toys, whipping their bodies, spanking butts, slapping faces and boobs. Your cock hardening in your cage every time you've seen naked women doing lewd things, but you couldn't do anything to help yourself. At some point one of the pairs called a host, and talked with her for a while. She loudly answered, to make sure everyone can hear it. – //If you want your toys or yourself cleaned, ask the maid.// \ <<if $final.skills[1] == 1>>\ &emsp;You couldn't believe what you just heard. A few guests raised their hands and were calling you. Standing there, you had no idea how to react, but you knew better than to oppose your client's demands. Walking up to the nearest group of people, you meekly asked what do they want. A woman said she wants her vibrator clean, to put it into her vagina again. You grabbed wet wipes and cleaned up the device and handing it back. Without a simple "thank you", the woman just took it and start masturbating herself. The other people wanted you to throw out used condoms, which you did – disgusted. But the problem started with the next pair. – //Suck clean this dildo, please.// – said the woman, smiling at you. You took the dildo in your hand but wasn't sure what to do with it. – //I don't have all day, silly! Lick it up!// – the woman commended and you just put it in your mouth, trying not to think where it was. Surprisingly it didn't taste bad, just as if it was never used. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean1">> They watched you licking it, which made the whole process even more humiliating, but finally she took it back from you and even thanked you for your service. Unfortunately others had seen that and started asking for the same thing. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean2">> &emsp;You had to lick and suck sex toys one by one, tasting weird things and placing bizarre toys into your mouth, as people were watching. You didn't speak at all, too embarrassed to say anything or oppose people at that point. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean3">> But to your horror, it could get worse, as you had seen in a short time. More and more people were orgasming and they asked you for something else – cleaning their bodies. – @@.fmain;I.. I don't want to.@@ – was your answer to the first question like this, but the man simply pushed you on your knees and stick your mouth into sperm, smeared on his partner's belly. With no other choice you licked it off, trying to imagine it's just an ice cream. It certainly didn't taste like ice cream, though. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean4">> &emsp;You knew you should be fighting. Opposing those orders, keeping your dignity. But you simply couldn't, too many strong men were around, able to force you to do anything they wanted. There was no sense in resistance. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean5">> &emsp;No sense in trying to fight. You were too weak anyway, and this way this humiliation will end up sooner. They will get bored of you or something, you knew it was bound to happen. <<video "maid/exclusiveclean6">> &emsp;So you kept licking, sucking sperm out of pussies, dicks, from bellies, belly-buttons, faces. Licking toes, fingers, lips. People were constantly complimenting your <<print $final.lipsS>> lips, spanking your <<print $final.butt>> butt and groping your <<print $final.boobs>> tits. Someone played with your <<print $final.hairC>> hair, calling it beautiful and liking that it was <<print $final.hairL>>, making you feel at least pretty. Pretty? You didn't know what you were thinking or feeling at that time, your mind was blank. &emsp;Finally the party ended. You had no idea how much time you spent sucking human juices but you were sure you were going to have a stomach ache after something like that. The host came up to you and commanded to wash yourself in the bathroom. You went there, took your outer clothing and placed it in the bowl of water. It was totally ruined with all that sperm and other juices stains. You washed yourself and walked out, full of shame, only in your underwear. <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;I'm not going to clean those filthy things!@@ – you literally shouted, and everyone got silent. The host was looking at you in disbelief. Your body was filled with anger and fear of the consequences. – //I'm very sorry.// – said the woman. – //I forgot she's new in the industry. Apparently her training was lacking some discipline. There are wet wipes there, the bathroom is there, suit yourself. But to repay for this inconvenience, I want to suggest another funny play. Who wants to show this girl how sweet can it be to be dirty?// &emsp;Most people loudly announced that indeed, they are willing. You didn't know what to do, where to run. Some men grabbed you, took you out of the room and pushed you onto the floor, when the others started to tie you up. Ropes and gag appeared on your body, highly limiting your movement. <<video "maid/exclusivetied">> &emsp;You couldn't shout, only whimpers escaped your gagged mouth, while they lifted you and placed onto a chair, and tied your body and legs to it, forcing you to sit straight and not be able to stand up. At first you were sure they were going to fuck you or something, but at this point you were clothed and tied up, sat on a chair. There was no way to get into either your butt or mouth, so you got kind of curious what was going to happen. &emsp;After a moment a table with lots of cakes rode into the room. It was filled with... cheese cakes? The smell was familiar, you were pretty sure you got it right. Some of them decorated with chocolate as well. The host stood next to the table and spoke. – //Have fun, my guests. Show this little minx how sweet it is to be dirty!// – and with that people took the paper plates with cakes and stood around you. "What. The. Fuck?!", you thought as the first cake crushed against your chest. \ <<if $final.boobsId > 1>>\ Cheese and chocolate covered your entire <<print $final.boobs>> boobs, almost nothing fell down, some just rolled down your cleavage. \ <<else>>\ Cheese and chocolate covered some of your <<print $final.boobs>> breasts, the rest fell down on your dress and legs. \ <<endif>>\ Next cake crushed against your face, heavily covering your <<print $final.hairL>> hair, fortunately avoiding your eyes. You shouted "Stop it!" as one of the women just walked up to you and hit your face directly with two cakes, covering it all, making it impossible to see and hard to breath. <<video "maid/exclusivecakes1">> &emsp;For the next hours guests were periodically walking up to you and throwing another cake, hitting your face, chest, legs. They kept the orgy going, forcing you to listen to them all making love a few meters away from you, struggling with your stiff caged cock. time to time someone helped you to wipe your eyes and nose, you thanked them but a few minutes later another person threw another cake, making your face a mess again. You have no idea how much time passed before the party was reaching the end. <<video "maid/exclusivecakes1">> &emsp;When the last guest left, the host came to you and untied you, ordering to clean yourself up in the bathroom and return to her. You wiped your eyes, and full of humiliation and embarrassment, stormed into the bathroom. There you used the interface to unhide your cage and kept touching your dick helplessly, trying to stroke it to orgasm. There was no point, you could barely touch any skin at all. After long frustration you hid it again and washed yourself completely. The uniform was ruined, you just put it in the bowl of water and walked out, full of shame, in your underwear. <<endif>>\ – @@.fmain;Can I go now?@@ – you said, more pleading than asking. – //You're kidding me? I know you're new but you can't be //that// dense! Of course you, can't. Look at that place!// – you followed her gesture and spotted so many dirtiness around you that should be cleaned. Leather and wooden furnitures, carpets, all of them needed cleaning, being stained by so many different sources. – @@.fmain;*Sigh*@@ – //''Tout suite!''// – said the woman and you, half naked, walked to your suitcase and opened it, to take your tools again and get to work. \ <<if $final.skills[2] == 1>>\ &emsp;It took you another three hours to clean it all up. You were exhausted to the limits and felt like fainting, barely seeing anything. However, you cleaned it perfectly and the woman was astonished again by your skills. She thanked you and said that she will want to see you again in future, which would fill you with dread if not the fact that you hardly understood her words. Suddenly you realized you don't know how to get back, but the woman called your manager and a prompt showed up in your user interface, allowing you to return, which you eagerly did. <<else>>\ &emsp;A few hours later you knew you were in a very big trouble. Exhausted and barely seeing anything, you used incorrect products and destroyed a leather couch. When the host noticed that, she didn't even flinch. The woman scolded you, with a calm voice, and said it was a very expensive couch. You were soothed by her reaction, figuring out that she can afford another, but then she called your manager. She told him that she's happy with service and would gladly use you again, but there were material losses. She gave him the estimate cost of the couch and when she was done talking, informed you that you won't get paid for today's visit. Astonished, you couldn't comprehend the fact that all you did that day was done completely free of charge, with no gain for you. A prompt showed up in your user interface, allowing you to return, which you did eagerly. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "AfterJob">><</link>>\ <<silently>> [[AfterJob_Dummy_maid]] <</silently>>

<<silently>>Sir Admurg von Bestarad<</silently>>\ &emsp;You appeared on a street, which caught you by surprise. Wearing that ridiculously oversexualized outfit in the middle of some town? Close to fainting, you immediately tried to hide yourself behind some column or a wall, but there were no such obstacles nearby. Some people were starting to notice you, looking at your outfit. With cheeks burning red, you opened your user interface to call the manager, but before you finished clicking, you noticed a black limousine riding your way. You hesitated, but you were almost sure that if some rich guy payed for your service, he was inside the car. – //Hey, how much, sexy?// &emsp;A manly voice could be heard behind you, you turned around to see a muscular man waving his hand to you, and smiling. He thought you were a prostitute! Before you managed to think about how to respond to such question, the car stopped and a door opened for you, with an old man sitting inside. – //Shit! Go fuck with your sugar daddy, bitch!// – shouted the citizen behind you and with angry face walked away. You quickly jumped into a car, and sit next to the old man, feeling embarrassed but mostly nervous of what will happen in near future. The man next to you, dressed in a suit, was more than 50 years old, but looked elegant although quite haughty. [img[imgs/maid/oldman.jpg]] – //Welcome, <<print $final.name>>. As you probably figured out, I am the one who hired you as my personal maid for today. I hope you don't mind the outfit?// – @@.fmain;I //very// much do, sir.@@ – //Oh...// – he raised his eyebrows. – //Sorry to hear that, I guess?// – There was nothing sincere in his voice. – //Anyway, we're going to ride to another part of the city, for a show. Are you excited?// – @@.fmain;Not really, I don't know what kind of a show we're going to see.@@ – //But I am! Oh, how excited I am!// – he smiled at you. – //I am excited, but mostly nervous, you know? It's always stressful for me. What if I won't succeed? I don't even want to think about that.// – he pretended to shiver. – // And that's why I'm going to ask you for a favour.// – @@.fmain;What kind of?@@ – //Simple one, my dear <<print $final.name>>. I want you to calm me down, let me relax.// – @@.fmain;How would I do that, sir?@@ – You really didn't want to hear the answer, but there was no other way than to ask for it. – //We can start by blowing me a little kiss, darling.// &emsp;The words "start with" made you sure it wasn't going in the direction you'd like to follow. This guy looked as powerful as sinister, and there was no way you'd like his further requests more than this one. On the other hand, since blowing a kiss was a very easy one, there was no reason to piss him off already. That's why you decided to follow his order and you blew him a hearty kiss, trying to look happy while doing it, with hope it'd be enough. <<video "maid/blowkiss">> – //So cute... Thank you, I liked that.// – he smiled and closed his eyes for a second. Turning your head away, you didn't want to think about what he was imagining right now. He opened his eyes again and continued. – //Now, if it doesn't disturb you too much, lick your lips seductively, please.// \ <<if $final.skills[1] == 1>>\ <<set _gag to false>>\ &emsp;Something in his voice told you to avoid disobedience. Or was it something in your head? Either way, you decided to follow his second request. After all it was rather mild. If you keep him satisfied, maybe the car will reach the destination before anything worse could happen? You opened your mouth and slowly licked your lips, taking your time and looking at the man's forehead to fake eye contact without actually maintaining one. <<video "maid/licklips">> – //Splendid.// – said the man and placed a hand on his crotch. You could easily guess what he was hiding, and you hoped he won't stop hiding it. – //Now tell me you love me.// – You had to make a rather surprised face, because he quickly added. – //No, no, I know it's not true! It's fine, don't worry. I just want to hear it. And please, make it sound as truthfully as you can. Do you know French?// – @@.fmain;No, not really.@@ – //Please, say "Je t'adore". And put your heart in it.// &emsp;The request was rather weird. Licking lips or blowing a kiss is quite sexual, but saying such things seemed... too emotional? You didn't know what to think about it, but since it still did not involve touching or anything disgusting, you followed his request. <<video "maid/lovewords">> – //Je t'aime aussi ma belle dame// – replied the man. Even though you had no idea what did he say, you didn't want to know and decided not to ask. – //Your <<print $final.lipsS>> lips are so pretty, you know? I love them. Stick a finger inside and suck it hard!// – It was easily visible that he got a bit too excited with your 'work'. There was no way you could step away from his little game now, and since he didn't show any signs that he might touch you, there was little harm in it. Right? <<video "maid/fingerlick">> – //Oh yes...// – He began rubbing his crotch through trousers. – //Don't stop, sexy.// – he said, almost panting. You didn't dare to oppose him and you kept sucking your thumb. Suddenly, the car stopped and you could hear the driver saying loudly that you reached your destination. – //Too soon...// – moaned the old man but he stopped rubbing himself. – //Go there, with my man, and prepare everything for me. So far I'm very pleased with you.// – he said and smiled to you. You quickly turned around and left the car, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. In front of you was an unknown building, big and shiny but with nothing that could give away what was happening inside. You followed the driver and walked through the door. <<else>>\ <<set _gag to true>>\ &emsp;There was no way you were going to obediently keep following his orders. That guy was clearly perverted and you did not want to participate in it, afraid of what might happen. You decided to be open about it, after all you were a maid, not a porn star. – @@.fmain;I'm sorry but it'd make me too uncomfortable. I'm a maid, I'm here to clean things.@@ – //That's alright!// – replied the old guy, rising his hands in defensive gesture. – //I'm not going to push you. You're here to clean, right?// – @@.fmain;Yes, indeed.@@ – //Because you're a maid, that's obvious, do you agree?// – @@.fmain;Yes, I do.@@ – //I made a mistake asking you for such a thing, it wouldn't be ladylike.// – This time you did not reply. – //It wouldn't be something that a maid does. Am I right?// – @@.fmain;I guess you are.@@ – //And I won't ask for anything else like this, I am truly sorry. You're a maid, and I knew it when I was hiring you.// – @@.fmain;Thank you, sir.@@ – //It's not a big deal, I'm just following the only logical path here, darling.// &emsp;You didn't know what just happened. His words were so insincere, his tone just... weird. Since you couldn't see through his malicious mind, you just kept agreeing with hope that maybe your brain was playing tricks n you and you misinterpreted the situation. &emsp;The rest of the ride was pretty relaxing. He asked about things that you liked, but mostly kept telling you stories about his own life and adventures. You didn't believe half of them, and the other half was quite boring, but at least you didn't have to do anything weird meanwhile. Just listening to his voice was a much better alternative than licking your lips as he watched you, and gods know what more. After some time, the driver finally announced the end of your ride and opened the door for you. – //Now, please go with my man and make everything ready for me, darling.// – the old man said and gestured towards the opened door. You, gratefully, walked out of the car and immediately got pushed against it. The driver bend your back over with one hand, holding your neck. Sudden attack drew all air from your lungs, and before you could scream, he shoved something into your mouth. It was big, hard and spread your mouth wide open. <<video "maid/gag">> – //Here, my <<print $final.name>> <<print $final.surname>>.// – you could hear the voice of the businessman, inside the car. – //I asked my driver to give you this little gift, to help you at in your work.// – you struggled against the strong hands and then you suddenly heard a loud lick behind your head. – //It's very inappropriate for maid to talk or argue with people, and this device should make it very easy to avoid such problems. Now follow him and do your job, maid.// &emsp;The driver finally released you and you immediately tried to spit the gag or take it out – in vain. The strap was locked with a padlock behind your back and would not budge at all. You tried to scream, to tear it off, to swear and threaten the men, but all they could see and hear was a mute maid's little tantrum. Finally you have up, sent the old man one last angry look, that he returned with a smile, and followed the driver inside an unknown building. <<endif>>\ &emsp;Walking through the first floor did not answer any questions, nor did the driver. He just kept going in silence, not even looking back to see if you follow. Finally he led you to a door, behind which you could hear weird squeaky sounds. – //Your job is to ready all Master's pets.// – said the driver. – @@.fmain;Pets? How?@@ – //All should be washed. Dogs should be excited and ready, cats rubbed and relaxed. You've got only a couple of hours.// – with that he opened the door and almost pushed you inside. &emsp;You did not expect such image – the whole room was filled with people dressed in latex! Most of them were wearing pet outfits, with tails and ears, but some women were dressed similarly to you - in latex dresses or full-body sets. The squeaky sounds of synthetic material could be heard from all directions. It wasn't hard to see which of them were waiting for you, because only a bunch of 'pets' were not taken care of. While walking closer, you noticed other working women looking at you, laughing and pointing you with fingers, but it didn't take long, because they had a lot of work to do on their own. \ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ &emsp;Approaching one of those... pets, as you should probably call them, was making you feel very uneasy. It was a man, looking at you with pleading eyes and trying to speak, but his mouth was gagged. You stood there, not knowing what to do, when a woman appeared next to you – //Hi, it's quite obvious you're new here. I'm going to help you out, okay?// \ <<if _gag>>\ – you looked at her and nodded. – //Oh, haha! Yeah, I forgot you can't speak with that thing in your mouth!// \ <<else>>\ – you looked at her and hesitantly said "Yes". – \ <<endif>>\ //Your job is easy. See that dog here? You need to wash it, rub it with oil, and make his little cock hard.// <<if _gag_>>\ – @@.fmain;Mmmmph!@@ – Only muffled sounds came out of your gagged mouth, making the woman giggle. <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;You've got to be kidding me...@@ – //No I'm not.// – the woman giggled. <<endif>>\ – //With kitties, you just need to rub them long and well. That's all. We're starting soon, better hurry up!// – she said and walked away, leaving you alone, with human-pets surrounding you. There was no way you could get out of this. Since your client asked for it, all you could do is swallow your pride and try to survive doing the task he ordered. &emsp;Your next couple of hours were alternatively pleasantly painful, and disgustingly arousing. Your caged dick was getting painfully hard every time you were rubbing human-cats, women encased in latex, with big butts and firm tits. <<video "maid/catwomen">> &emsp;Some of them required special treatments, like kissing, brushing their long hair, feeding, filling them up with liquids. The weirdest for you were the ones you had to hypnotize with a pendant. They almost immediately were going limp and obedient. Playing with them all was great! <<video "maid/catwomenhypno">> &emsp;But it was way worse when you had to wash human-dogs. They often tried to play with your tits, touch your butt or get near your face. Additionally you had to be playing with their dicks until they were hard. <<video "maid/dogmen">> &emsp;Some of them even came all over your latex gloves, ejaculating prematurely, giving you no time to react and avoid the sperm, and forcing you to masturbate them again until erect once more. <<video "maid/dogmencum">> &emsp;Finally the time was up and all pets went off to the show. You had never seen what kind of people watched such perverted thing, who won and who lost. You stayed there, with other 'keepers'. When the pets were ready, they all celebrated. One of the women, a teen girl in a latex hobble dress, approached you and gave you a glass of champagne. Drinking herself, she said: "For our good job!" and drank from her own glass. <<if _gag>>Just muffled sounds came out of your mouth and you realized you couldn't drink it with a gag on your face. She laughed at you and went away. Anyway, your job was done.<<else>>You repeated after her and drank it all. She laughed at you, apparently quite drunk already and went back to other women. Your job was done. You went back to the limousine, following the driver.<<endif>> <<else>>\ &emsp;Approaching one of those... pets, as you should probably call them, was making you feel very uneasy. It was a man, looking at you with pleading eyes and trying to speak, but his mouth was gagged. It was too much for you, there was no way you could do anything to those poor people. You stormed out of the room and got back to the limousine. Before you reached it, you noticed the driver, who asked you if you did your job already. You quickly disagreed and wanted to explain yourself, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and bent it, making you squirm in pain. He then pulled you with him back to the building, but instead of the former room, he threw you into a much smaller one. Then he began the worst – he undressed your uniform and dressed you up similarly to some of the human-pets there! – //Master knew you won't be useful there, he'd seen it in your eyes. That's when I walk in. If you can't take care of our pets, I will do it, and you will make an excellent addition.// &emsp;For the next couple of hours your life became a living horror. The man puts a collar around your neck and attached a leash, then he forced you to walk on all four and took you to the other pets. <<video "maid/leash">> &emsp;Everyone was laughing at you, both pets and their keepers, when the driver introduced loudly a new addition to his Master's, and your client's collection. Then he began to //train// you. At first he just made you drink from a bowl. <<video "maid/bowl">> &emsp;Unfortunately it wasn't enough for your humiliation. He lifted you onto a piece of furniture and gave a leash to some women. They held you tightly and pushed your limbs into a bondage, forcing you to walk on your knees and elbows only! <<video "maid/paws">> &emsp;It was very uncomfortable and you tried your best to free yourself out of it, but the bondage was simply too strong and all you managed was falling down onto your face. The women laughed at your efforts and decided that if you like to stick your butt so high in the air, they will decorate it, and they pushed something into your asshole. You couldn't see it, but from weird vibration with every movement, you were sure it was some kind of a tail-buttplug. <<video "maid/tail">> &emsp;All of those were nothing in comparison with what happened next. The show started, some men took leashes and brought up the pets outside – including you! You had to parade in front of hundreds of people, dressed in a latex maid outfit, with bound limbs, leach attached to your collar and buttplug in your ass. <<if _gag>>Additionally you drooled everywhere because of your dick-gag in the mouth. <<endif>>The worst part was that the show leaders tried to force you to do some tricks, like rolling, giving them a paw or acting dead. You never felt so humiliated in your entire life. &emsp;Finally the show was over and they brought you back to the room, where women freed your body and the driver took you back to the limousine. You didn't even try to speak, shame fully filled your mind. <<endif>>\ – //Bravo!// – You noticed the businessman standing near the car and clapping. – //Bravo, you did it! I'm proud that such a freshly hired maid can do anything good!// – He smiled. – //Now, there's one last problem, darling. I messed up my suit... Please, clean it up.// &emsp;Before even looking at him, you went to the car and pulled off your suitcase with cleaning products, that you brought with you from work. Opening up, you looked at the suit to find the problem. And you found it quickly. The man had sperm stains on his pants! You didn't want to think what he was masturbating to... \ \ <<if $final.skills[2] == 1>>\ Fortunately cleaning it up wasn't hard. Although the fact that he did not take off the pants meant you had to rub the material over dick still hard dick, which made you feel even more embarrassed. Finally, the pants were clean again. – //Great job! I knew I can count on you.// – said the man. – //I want you to have a gift from me, darling. Trust me, you'll love it. Stand up and close your eyes.// &emsp;After a brief hesitation you did as asked, hoping that the reward won't be a simple groping or anything sexual. <<if _gag>>At first the man finally unlocked the gag and took it off. <<endif>>For some time nothing else was happening, until you suddenly felt a bit of pain in your ears. Without waiting you opened your eyes and touched them. There was something attached to them. – @@.fmain;What did you do?!@@ – //I have no idea why such a pretty young woman did not have her ears pierced, to be honest, but I really wanted to give those to you. Here, look at yourself.// – the old man said, and the driver brought a small mirror. You lost your breath when you noticed how expensive those earrings had to be! You could probably sell them and get quite a bit of money in return... <<video "maid/earrings">> – //I called your manager and told him you're free to go. You can teleport back now. I hope we'll see each other again!// – said the man and entered the limousine. The driver drove away and you stood there alone, before you finally brought up your user interface and teleported back. <<else>>\ Unfortunately, you fucked it up. Using wrong product, you made it way worse than it was. – //You dumb, bitch! you ruined it! My favourite suit!// – shouted the man and almost immediately took out his MC. You could hear him calling your manager and demanding that they would pay you nothing for your service, which they agreed. It was hard to believe that today was for nothing, that you got humiliated for free! <<if _gag>>At least the driver took off your gag, but he wasn't very delicate with that. <<endif>>They informed you that you can teleport back, which you did immediately. <<endif>>\ <<link "Continue" "AfterJob">><</link>>\ <<silently>> [[AfterJob_Dummy_maid]] <</silently>>

&emsp;Most of the students were female, and only some of them wore costumes of medieval women. The rest dressed casually. However, the four boys that attend to your class showed more commitment. All of them wore black cloaks, crosses and dark, medieval outfits, resembling the Inquisition. When you approached them, hesitantly, they turned to face you and loudly greeted you. &emsp;Some of girls immediately approached you and stood in a circle around you, gazing at your clothes and accessories, touching the material and talking to each other. [img[imgs/teacher/girls.jpg]] – //Oh my gosh, we love your dress! It's so dark and witchy, but cute and sexy!// – said one of them. – //Yeah, and that dark makeup? It suits you, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>!// – the other apparently knew your last name beforehand. – //Those are not really medieval shoes, right?// – said the next one, but the rest immediately told her to shut up, praising how much they fit the rest of the outfit. – //I can't believe those are your real hair, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>! They are just ''so'' black!// – added the first one. &emsp;You tried to thank them when seemed appropriate, smile when felt embarrassed (which meant basically all the time) and couldn't decide if you like the attention of sexy girls around you, or rather despise the fact they were talking about you as some kind of a cute doll. Finally they let you through, because one of the boys told them to step aside. Approaching him, he greeted you once again and began to explain. – //We prepared a play. And a quiz. We decided that it will be cool to create a story that could be influenced by you, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>!// – @@.fmain;I don't think I follow?@@ – //Let's get in the class, shall we?// – he asked and stepped aside to make a room for you. You felt so stupid wearing those platform shoes and being encased in a dress, but you followed and entered the class. It was decorated to resemble a dungeon of some kind, with hanging chains, fake skeletons and tools such as pincers and chisels. The kids presented a place you should stand, which was actually your new desk. – //We're going to play a scene.// – the boy continued his explanation. – //It will be the questioning of Astoria var Akolis of Vrideton. At various moments we're going to pause and ask you a question. If you'll answer correctly, we're going to continue with the script. If not, we're going to change some facts, according to popular gossips about Astoria and her trials. Sounds cool?// &emsp;Not able to hide your astonishment from the effort they put into this whole masquerade, you just nodded. They cheered and began their fun. Not dressed girls just sit at the back of the class, Inquisitors stood near you and girls in costumes stood in front of them. They shouted to let Astoria free, calling her innocent and demanding justice. Boys on the other hand argued and tried to convince them they are wrong, and that Astoria is a witch. \ <<if $final.skills[2] == 1>>\ &emsp;At various points they asked you questions about the female clothing types. Those were quite tricky and you struggled with a lot of them, but so far managed to answer them correctly. Your mind was spinning, trying to remember everything you learned in the AR application, but students cheered with your every correct answer and you felt proud of yourself. Finally, after a certain question, one of the boys announced: – //It is time to put the witch into a prison. Bring the gear!// – he said and the other guy opened a chest and drew some kind of a black jacket and chains. – //Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>, we're going to bind you now.// – What? No! – //Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>, with all respect, you answered everything correctly and we're following the script. The witch Astoria was tied up at this point, when Inquisition tried to stop her from throwing spells on a crowd. It's just for fun!// – @@.fmain;I guess...@@ – you said and had to agree to be tied up. They walked up to you and dressed you in, what you realized in a second, a black straitjacket. Your arms were completely immobilized and you felt very vulnerable like that. [img[imgs/teacher/witchbondage.jpg]] &emsp;They tied it up strongly behind your back. Struggling was pointless, they did their job perfectly and you wouldn't be able to get out of it without help. It felt quite... scary. But students cheered, laughed and visibly had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, it wasn't the end. They cuffed your legs next. [img[imgs/teacher/witchbondage2.jpg]] &emsp;The ankle cuffs were not hurting you at all, but your legs were partially immobilized too now. You wouldn't be able to run or even make a big step, the chain brought your legs close together. – @@.fmain;It's quite uncomfortable...@@ – you tried. – //As it should be, witch!// – answered the boy, and you didn't try to destroy their play anymore. <<else>>\ &emsp;At various points they asked you questions about the female clothing types. Those were quite tricky and you struggled to answer any of them correctly. Your mind was spinning, trying to remember everything you learned in the AR application, the students visibly grinned and laughed whenever you couldn't find an answer or were just plainly wrong. Even more embarrassment filled your mind. Finally, after a certain question, one of the boys announced: – //It is time to put the witch into a prison. Bring the gear!// – he said and the other guy opened a chest and drew a marker and some kind of a mask. – //Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>, we're going to write on your body now and give you this mask.// – @@.fmain;What? No!@@ – //Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>, with all respect, you didn't answer most of the questions and we're just following the gossips. Many people said that Astoria was not bound, but rather ridiculed, the Inquisitors wrote on her body to show disrespect and bound her head into a shameful mask. It's just for fun!// – @@.fmain;I guess...@@ – you said and had to agree to be humiliated. They walked up to you and opened a marker. The student wielding the marker asked for permission once again and you just nodded. He wrote something on your forehead and on your cheeks. [img[imgs/teacher/witchwritingface.jpg]] Next he asked you to remove your shoes. They had been convincing you for a few minutes but finally you let them take off your shoes and tear half of your pantyhose, knowing that they are not expensive and your manager will easily replace them. They did all of that to free some space for body writing. One of them wrote a lot of words on the back your legs. [img[imgs/teacher/witchwritinglegs.jpg]] &emsp;But the worst was yet to come, as they asked you to sit on a chair while they wrote on your bare soles! the tickling was immense and you did not manage to stop yourself from laughing and wriggling all the time, which apparently caused everyone to have even more fun out of it. [img[imgs/teacher/witchwritingfeet.jpg]] &emsp;The last element was the mask. It was hideous and you argued for a long time before they finally slipped it over your head and locked it on your neck. It had an opening for your mouth and you could easily see through it, but it encased your whole head making it look like it's caged in a prison. [img[imgs/teacher/witchmask.jpg]] – @@.fmain;It's quite uncomfortable...@@ – you tried. – //As it should be, witch!// – answered the Inquisitor, and you didn't try to destroy their play anymore. <<endif>>\ \ &emsp;The theatre continued and from that point they started to ask you questions about the historical eras and clothes that appeared during them. The girls were acting less aggressively, the Inquisitors were winning the battle, as they did indeed in the old times. Arguments were not enough to convince the peasants, but the threats were enough to keep them at bay, away from the Astoria. \ <<if $final.skills[1] == 1>>\ <<set _realVersion = true>>\ &emsp;Without much problems, you answered the questions. They felt easier than previous ones, the knowledge easily slipped from your brain onto your tongue and you spoke with confidence and a strong belief you know what you were saying. And indeed you did. – //Good job! You answered them all right!// – said one of the boys, making you feel powerful, even though your clothes did not correspond well with that. – //Therefore we'll follow the official lines. The Astoria is going to be tortured by the inquisition. In private!// &emsp;All of the girls began to walk out of the classroom. – @@.fmain;What? No, you can't do it. You can't leave the class in progress!@@ – //They have to.// – spoke the boy again. – //It's how it was, the villagers did not know that Astoria was tortured and killed.// – All the kids were agreeing and leaving the class, despite your refusal. Finally only you and the boys left there. <<else>>\ <<set _realVersion = false>>\ &emsp;Even though you tried very hard, you did not answer a single one correctly. Students just laughed at you and refused to give you the correct answers, joking that you're going to have to read them up in a student's history book. You felt a lot of humiliation. – //No more questions!// – said one of the boys. – //You didn't answer them correctly at all, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>. Therefore the Inquisition leaves.// – And with that the boys slowly left the classroom. – @@.fmain;What are you doing! You can't leave the class without permission!@@ – //The gossip says// – one of the students turned around. – //that Inquisition never did anything to Astoria. A Sabbath of real witches showed up and punished her instead.// &emsp;Along with the boys all girls without costumes left as well, leaving you only with five of dressed ones. But they slowly changed their clothes into black dresses, and taking broomsticks. Their evil grins filled you with fear. <<endif>>\ \ <<if _realVersion>>\ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ – @@.fmain;What are you going to do?@@ – //We're going to have some fun with you, famous Astoria.// – The way he said that filled you with horror. – @@.fmain;Don't be rough.@@ – You said and immediately felt your cheeks burned red. It didn't sound as you wanted it to, but you knew better than to oppose the kids. You were hired there to help them, follow their ideas and scold them only if they were hurting other students. You're a guide, not a judge, and you knew that well. &emsp;The boys smiled and turned you around, forcing you to stay facing the wall. Then one of them pulled up your dress and a second later you could feel a lot of pain on your buttocks. They were whipping your ass! You cried in pain, as another hit reached your pantied butt. The students laughed as you plead them to stop. <<video "teacher/witchspanking">> &emsp;At first you tried to beg them to stop, after several minutes of crying and filling your ass burning red, you tried to convince them to hit you lighter. Neither really worked but at some point they asked if you had enough and admit you were guilty. You immediately confessed you were a witch, but instead of letting you out they decided to punish you for being one. They dragged you onto your desk and placed there, lying on your belly. Three of them held your limbs, while the remaining one started to tickle your whole body. You screamed even louder than while spanking, not caring if anyone can hear you out. Laughing, with tears in your eyes, you wished to die. You had no breath to beg them to stop, constantly laughing and shouting. <<video "teacher/witchtickling">> &emsp;With no idea how long it took, you almost did not notice when they finally stopped. Powerless, humiliated, embarrassed, vulnerable and feeling defeated, you looked around and got up from the desk. The boys freed you from their gear and left the room, wishing you a good day and telling you that the class ended, leaving you alone, completely exhausted. <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;What are you going to do?@@ – //We're going to have some fun with you, famous Astoria.// – The way he said that filled you with horror. – @@.fmain;Don't even try to get near me, boys.@@ – //Why? You're a witch.// – @@.fmain;Cut it, it gets too weird.@@ – //I don't think so, Astoria.// – @@.fmain;To you I'm Mrs...@ – You couldn't believe you called yourself that, but saying "Mister" wouldn't be better either. – @@.fmain;Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>.@@ – Feeling anger you didn't like what they were going to do, whatever it was. Being a teacher is one thing, but you certainly weren't their play doll. – //Sounds like you're lying, Astoria.// – said the boy. – //I think we know how to purify you.// &emsp;Next events were fast and unbelievable to you. They quickly overpowered you. As you were outnumbered 4 to 1 and wearing those ridiculous clothes, they had literally no problems to hold you in place. They forced you on your knees, and despite your screams, they chained you to your own desk, forcing you to stay in that position. Then they gagged your mouth with a sponge, which tasted like chalk, and to your horror, whipped out their dicks. &emsp;Unable to scream or fight, you watched them jerking their cocks right above your face. Struggling with all your heart, you didn't even move the desk. You noticed it was screwed into the floor and lost all your hope. After a few minutes first cock shot its white goo onto your face. <<video "teacher/witchbukkake1">> The boy sighed heavily and smiled. He made sure to hit your face and laughed at you, then wiped his dick off your shoulder. It didn't take long before the rest came as well, all over your face. <<video "teacher/witchbukkake2">> &emsp;Powerless, humiliated, embarrassed, vulnerable and feeling defeated, you looked at them glaring and trying to threaten them with just your eyes, but they smiled wide and mentioned something about purifying the witch and asserting who was the boss there. Finally the boys freed you from all your bounds, including the gag, but you were not able to say a single word. They handed you wet wipes and you quickly tried to get off all the sperm they shot onto you. While you were at it, they left the room, wishing you a good day and telling you that the class ended, leaving you alone. <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ – @@.fmain;What are you going to do?@@ – //We're going to have some fun with you, famous Astoria.// – The way the girl said that filled you with horror. – @@.fmain;Don't be rough.@@ – You said and immediately felt your cheeks burned red. It didn't sound as you wanted it to, but you knew better than to oppose the kids. You were hired there to help them, follow their ideas and scold them only if they were hurting other students. You're a guide, not a judge, and you knew that well. &emsp;Next events were fast and unbelievable. They quickly overpowered you. As you were outnumbered 4 to 1 and wearing those ridiculous clothes, they had literally no problems to hold you in place. Next they forced you on your knees, and pushed your body on the floor. All the time they were laughing and singing songs, that sounded like folk songs with slightly changed lyrics to sound more witch-like. At some point you felt them pulling down your panties. You tried to scream but one of them pushed your own panties in your mouth and shut you up for good. Then you felt something trying to enter your butthole. &emsp;They were gentle. The girls took their time and before they really pressed the thing inside you, several minutes passed on teasing and gently pushing it against your body. At some point you could see it was a big, black dildo, strapped on the body of one of them. Without any pain, after a lot of teasing, she finally pressed the strap-on harder and entered your ass. <<video "teacher/witchanalfuck">> &emsp;You had no idea for how long she was fucking your butt, however it took long enough for you to start... enjoying it. Your caged cock was furious, constantly leaking precum, dripping from its hidden form onto the floor. Untrained brain of yours was not able to orgasm this way, leaving you with a lot of frustration and filling your mind with arousal. It took you a moment to realize you were moaning for some time already. &emsp;Suddenly it all stopped. The plastic dick left your gaping ass and all the girls were laughing at you, giggling and touching your anus with their fingers. They ungagged you and helped you out of the whole gear. You were not able to say anything, filled with embarrasment, and just put your panties back on. They left the room, wishing you a good day and telling you that the class ended, leaving you alone. <<else>>\ – @@.fmain;What are you going to do?@@ – //We're going to have some fun with you, famous Astoria.// – The way the girl said that filled you with horror. – @@.fmain;Don't even try to get near me, girls.@@ – //Why? You're not a witch, just an imposter. You deserve a punishment.// – @@.fmain;Cut it, it gets too weird.@@ – //I don't think so, Astoria.// – @@.fmain;To you I'm Mrs...@@ – You couldn't believe you called yourself that, but saying "Mister" wouldn't be better either. – @@.fmain;Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>.@@ – Feeling anger you didn't like what they were going to do, whatever it was. Being a teacher is one thing, but you certainly weren't their play doll. – //You wanted all the attention of the men, Astoria.// – she said. – //I think we know how to fulfil you.// &emsp;The girls easily overpowered you, forcing you on your knees and blindfolding with a tied up pantyhose. You could hear they were moving some wooden object and after a while you felt them closing some kind of a device around your neck. They let you go, but your neck was immobilized, and you couldn't even see what was that. You plead them to let you out, cursed them and then tried to scream for help, when suddenly something entered your mouth forcefully. You almost puked as the thing kept going in and out. <<video "teacher/witchthroatfuck">> &emsp;For gods know how long, they fucked your throat with a plastic dildo. Rarely being able to breathe you focused all your will to survive and not choke yourself to death in such embarrassing way. After many, many minutes your throat relaxed a bit and you could deep-throat the dildo easier, making it less stressful for you. The girls giggled. &emsp;Suddenly it all stopped. The plastic dick left your heavily salivating mouth and all the girls were laughing at you, sticking fingers into your breathing and chocking mouth. They ungagged you and helped you out of the whole gear. You were not able to say anything, filled with embarrassment. They left the room, wishing you a good day and telling you that the class ended, leaving you alone. <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ &emsp;A prompt appeared in your user interface, saying that you were able now to exit and get back to your job's main building. You eagerly clicked the button and teleported yourself, further from this school as possible. <<link "Continue" "AfterJob">><</link>>\ <<silently>> [[AfterJob_Dummy_teacher]] <</silently>>

&emsp;Most of the students were female, and only some of them wore costumes of medieval women. The rest dressed casually. However, the four boys that attend to your class showed more commitment. Three of them wore pieces of armor, cloaks and swords, while one wore a costume of a medieval king. When you approached them, hesitantly, they turned to face you and loudly greeted you. &emsp;Some of girls immediately approached you and stood in a circle around you, gazing at your clothes and accessories, touching the material and talking to each other. [img[imgs/teacher/girls.jpg]] – //Oh my gosh, we love your dress! It's so pink and beautiful, but sexy and bold!// – said one of them. – //Yeah, and that pink makeup? It suits you, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>!// – the other apparently knew your last name beforehand. – //That jewellery is not really medieval, though.// – said the next one, but the rest immediately told her to shut up, praising how much it fits the rest of the outfit. – //I can't believe those are your real hair, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>! They are just ''so'' blonde!// – added the first one. &emsp;You tried to thank them when seemed appropriate, smile when felt embarrassed (which meant basically all the time) and couldn't decide if you like the attention of sexy girls around you, or rather despise the fact they were talking about you as some kind of a cute doll. Finally they let you through, because one of the boys told them to step aside. Approaching him, he greeted you once again, it was one of those dressed as knights, and began to explain. – //We prepared a play. And a quiz. We decided that it will be cool to create a story that could be influenced by you, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>!// – @@.fmain;I don't think I follow?@@ – //Let's get in the class, shall we?// – he asked and stepped aside to make a room for you. You felt so stupid wearing that crinoline under your big pink dress, but you followed and entered the class. The tables were all under the walls, creating a lot of space at the center. It was decorated to resemble a medieval tournament, with coats of arms, flags and a wooden scene, around your new desk, for the audience. The kids pointed the big, decorated chair next to the desk and told you to sit there. – //We're going to play a scene.// – the boy continued his explanation. – //It will be the great Hungarian tournament, featuring Princess Loretta Darlington-Lilly. At various moments we're going to pause and ask you a question. If you'll answer correctly, we're going to continue with the script. If not, we're going to change some facts, according to popular gossips about Candy Princess and the events she attended. Sounds cool?// &emsp;Not able to hide your astonishment from the effort they put into this whole masquerade, you just nodded. They cheered and began their fun. Not dressed girls just sit at the back of the class, the knights stood at the center, King sat in a chair next to you, and girls in costumes stood under the walls. The girls shouted, cheering the knights as they fought each other, calling the winners or cursing those who they didn't like. The boys grabbed their swords and fought, simulating the battles as well as they could, hitting each other's armors with a loud 'clang' sounds. \ <<if $final.skills[2] == 1>>\ &emsp;At various points they asked you questions about the female clothing types. Those were quite tricky and you struggled with a lot of them, but so far managed to answer them correctly. Your mind was spinning, trying to remember everything you learned in the AR application, but students cheered with your every correct answer and you felt proud of yourself. Finally, after a certain question, the king announced: – //It is time to show the Candy Princess how hard you really are! Take off the armor!// – he shouted and the knights stepped back from each other. The girls jumped to them, quickly helping them take off the armor plates. After a while you started noticing that something was off. They were removing //all// the clothes, not only armors! – @@.fmain;What's going on?@@ – you asked the king. – //It's fine, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>. The history books say that knights often removed their entire clothing in front of Candy Princess, to show her their bodies.// – @@.fmain;It's ridiculous, stop them!@@ – //No no, don't worry. They will keep their cloaks on.// – replied the king, and cheered the warriors. &emsp;You watched in horror as all three fighting men stood there with nothing but cloaks over their naked bodies, and swords in their hands. They were quite muscular and mature for their age. After they were ready, all three stood facing the wooden scene and your 'throne' and knelt on one knee. [img[imgs/teacher/princessknights.jpg]] – @@.fmain;It's quite uncomfortable...@@ – you tried. – //Don't worry, lady Loretta. They are delighted to show off in front of a famous Candy Princess!// – answered the boy, and you didn't try to destroy their play anymore, since they were all so engaged. <<else>>\ &emsp;At various points they asked you questions about the female clothing types. Those were quite tricky and you struggled to answer any of them correctly. Your mind was spinning, trying to remember everything you learned in the AR application, the students visibly grinned and laughed whenever you couldn't find an answer or were just plainly wrong. Even more embarrassment filled your mind. Finally, after a certain question, one of the king announced: – //Mrs. <<print $final.surname>> failled most of the questions. We need the help of our village women to introduce the most famous gossip about Princess Loretta!// &emsp;A couple of girls ran toward you and took you by both hands, encouraging you to stand up. They led you to the corner of the class and turned your back to the class, facing the wall. One of them looked at the rest of students, the other one searched for something in her little leather bag. Finally she took out two weird, pink things that looked like small cushions. After a while you realized they were shaped as some kind of lips. – //We need you to take off your bra and lower the dress, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>.// – @@.fmain;WHAT?!@@ – you shouted, audibly for all gathered. – //Princess Loretta Darlington-Lilly was known for her weird actions.// – said the king, without turning around to look at you. – //Some say she was often sitting with her breasts out, visible to the fighters, to encourage them. We don't want to do that to you, Princess, so we prepared those cute pasties, to cover the most delicate parts.// – @@.fmain;It's insane!@@ – //You didn't answer the questions very well, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>. It's only for fun, and it's following the history gossips. Just do it and let's continue.// &emsp;You couldn't believe what you just heard but he was right. You failed the very questions you were supposed to teach them answers to. Feeling shame and humiliation, you let the girls take off your bra, after which you lowered the front part of your dress to show off your breasts. The girls then stuck the pasties on your nipples. [img[imgs/teacher/princesspasties.jpg]] &emsp;They stuck well and covered your whole nipples without a fear they could fall off. The lip shape was felt equally cute as embarrassing, especially that you had to turn around and let the students look at your <<print $final.boobs>>, naked boobs. There was no other way though, so you did just that, leaving your dress right under the breasts and your bra put on the table under the wall. All girls, knights and the king watched your breasts for a while, but then received the theatre. – @@.fmain;It does make me feel quite uncomfortable...@@ – you tried. – //Don't worry, Loretta. No one here will judge your bizarre ideas.// – answered the king, and you didn't try to ruin the play anymore, since they were all so engaged. <<endif>>\ \ &emsp;The act continued and from that point they started to ask you questions about the historical eras and clothes that appeared during them. Meanwhile one of the knights pretended to get injured during the fights and, holding his hand, backed off to join the audience. Everyone cheered for the biggest warrior, who seemed to be able to defeat the one remaining opponent. King applauded as well, encouraging him to be more aggressive in the fight. \ <<if $final.skills[1] == 1>>\ <<set _realVersion = true>>\ &emsp;Without much problems, you answered the questions. They felt easier than previous ones, the knowledge easily slipped from your brain onto your tongue and you spoke with confidence and a strong belief you know what you were saying. And indeed you did. – //Good job! You answered them all right!// – said the king, making you feel powerful, even though your clothes did not correspond well with that. – //Therefore we'll follow the official lines. Princess Loretta will be meeting the winning warrior, one on one in her own room, to let him know her better!// &emsp;The idea seemed worrisome, but you did not say anything to it, watching the fight. It took the knights a few more minutes, before the smaller one faked being tired and got a direct hit to his leg, falling down. The audience cheered, some girls went in to grab the loser and pull him out, which they probably wouldn't be able to do if he didn't help them. The winner stood there, hiding his naked body behind a cloak and thanking the audience. Especially you. – //Brave knight, Sir Comealot!// – The king stood up and shouted. – //Get the princess and take her with you, to her private rooms!// &emsp;The knight approached you, knelt and kissed your hand, making you feel even worse in the whole situation. After that he stood again and, to your horror, lift your whole body in his arms. One of the girls opened a classroom and he stepped towards the exit. – @@.fmain;What? No, I can't leave the classroom in progress! I cannot leave alone the students!@@ – //It's fine. We'll wait here until the class ends. The winner deserved his reward, Candy Princess.// – was the answer of the King, and since the knight was holding you in his muscular arms, you couldn't do much to oppose them. Despite your disagreement, he walked out of the class and someone closed the door behind you two. <<else>>\ <<set _realVersion = false>>\ &emsp;Even though you tried very hard, you did not answer a single one correctly. Students just laughed at you and refused to give you the correct answers, joking that you're going to have to read them up in a student's history book. You felt a lot of humiliation. – //No more questions!// – said the king. – //You didn't answer them correctly at all, Mrs. <<print $final.surname>>. Therefore we're going to follow an undocumented version of the story. People say that after some tournaments both the winner and the king could approach the Princess and get their reward. The knight worshipped her, while the king got worshipped!// &emsp;The idea seemed terrible, but you did not say anything to it, watching the fight. It took the knights a few more minutes, before the smaller one faked being tired and got a direct hit to his leg, falling down. The audience cheered, some girls went in to grab the loser and pull him out, which they probably wouldn't be able to do if he didn't help them. The winner stood there, hiding his naked body behind a cloak and thanking the audience. Especially you. – //Brave knight, Sir Comealot!// – The king stood up and shouted. – //Approach the Princess!// &emsp;The winner stepped towards the scene and knelt in front of you. For some time he just kept staring in your eyes, making you feel uncomfortable and blushing, but finally you realized you should stand up! After that he gestured to grab your hand, which you gave him, hesitantly. He kissed it with closed eyes, and you never felt more humiliated. Apparently his 'worshipping' had the exactly opposite effect on someone who never wanted to stand there, as a princess! The man stood up and stepped back. [img[imgs/teacher/princesshandkiss.jpg]] – //Bravo! You get what you wanted.// – said the king. – //Now, my sweet Loretta. Suck my finger.// – @@.fmain;WHAT?!@@ – you shouted. – @@.fmain;No way!@@ – //Mrs., you failed all the questions. It was never written or painted, but there are stories about Loretta worshipping the kings one way or another. Most of them were making the nuns look the other way and peasants cheer and whistle. It's the least embarrassing way we could introduce, m'lady. Now suck my finger.// – replied the king and you could not believe what you heard. <<endif>>\ \ <<if _realVersion>>\ <<if $final.skills[0] == 1>>\ &emsp;Instead of staying there or entering another class, he carried you into a boy's toilet. You felt very vulnerable and helpless in his arms, not really knowing what to do or how to stop him from whatever he wanted to do. – @@.fmain;Where are you going?@@ – //To your private room, m'lady.// &emsp;Finally he entered one of the cabins and placed your feet on the ground. Before you said anything, he turned you around and grabbed your hands behind your back with one arm. His firm grip did not let you move them much and you felt as he was using the other hand to pull up your dress and the crinoline. Despite your pleads he pulled down your panties. However, you knew better than to oppose the kid. You were hired there to help them, follow their ideas and scold them only if they were hurting other students. You were a guide, not a judge, and you knew that well, partially accepting what had to happen next. &emsp;You felt his cock pushing against your butthole, trying to make a way. Gently but firmly, he pushed himself inside you, making you squirm and feel tingling pain in your muscles. The feeling was intense and very uncomfortable, you tried to ask him to slow down but he did not listen. His huge cock, or at least that was how you felt it was, forced its way into your body and started sliding in and out, rhythmically. <<video "teacher/princessanal">> &emsp;It took you a lot of time to adjust, but finally your anus got used to the big phallus ravaging your body. The pain disappeared, making room for..."P-pleasure?", you asked yourself. I