A Recent College Graduate

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I grumble in response to the offending noise. Hoping my annoyance at its’ presence will make it go away. I want more sleep…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Dangit… ive aggressive annoyance isn’t working. Well, I’m out of ideas, it’s too early to demand much more of my brain it seems.

“Hey Tyler? You in there?” A feminine voice calls out.

Aw come on! Now you’re just playing dirty! Curse you fate and knowing I can’t refuse the cry of a **** maiden! I may be exaggerating a tad, but the point still stands! Fine fine, if that’s how it’s going to be I’ll get up. But I’m not happy about it.

I slowly peel my covers off and sit up, my eyes still bleary from sleep, and get up to find some clothes. I glance at my clock, taking note of the 9:37 status it’s reporting as I slip on my pajama pants and shuffle to my door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Either hold your horses or let them run somewhere else!” I say loud enough for them to hear before I open my apartment door a crack to see who dared disturb my beauty rest.

The owner of the sleep depriving mystery voice is mostly hidden by my door, but I can still see her slightly pale, freckle spotted face, and her red auburn hair tied up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a training outfit, form fitting light blue exercise tank top and a comfy looking pair of grey yoga pants complete with tennis shoes; and boy did she wear it well. I was never a good judge of size and I’m guessing she’s wearing a sports bra to contain them, but her at least C cup breasts are still very noticeable thanks to how tight fitting her top is. Her slim, toned midriff also obvious to anyone that looked. Her hips, while not huge, do flare out a bit from her waist, giving her the most fantastic peach shaped ass that sits perfectly tight on top of her long, shapely legs, which her yoga pants practically to the world.

This body can only belong to my neighbor Sam. She takes great care of herself and exercises on the regular, as one would hope from a personal trainer. Or an aspiring one in her case. She’s still a senior in college after all, making her 22 if my memory serves. She stands at 5’10, taller than most women I know but still paling in comparison to my absurd 6’5”. My mom describes me as superfluously tall. She looks up at me with her emerald green eyes, just a touch of cerulean around the pupil before saying,

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still asleep this late!” She says apologetically.

“It’s fine. Stayed up too late watching anime again.” I manage to get out before I yawn and rub an eye to clear my vision, “Did you need something?”

“You should really stick to a decent sleep schedule; your body will thank you for it. But yeah, I hope it’s not too much trouble, I could really use your help. My sink got clogged again”

“You tried to shove a bunch of vegetable peelings down the disposal all at once again, didn’t you?”

“It’s not my fault! More falls in than I realize!”

“Whatever you say Sam. Give me like half an hour to get dressed and such and I’ll be right over”

“Awesome! Thank you so much! I’ll see you in a bit!”

I sometimes wonder if I’m too nice for my own good. But we’re friends, even when she tries to push her overly healthy habits on me. She can come across as overbearing or like she knows best, but it comes from a good place. She genuinely cares about the health of others and just wants to help. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on her. It’s hard not too! I don’t think she’s interested in me that way though, which is fine. I’m happy just being her friend and helping her out when she needs it. Plus, the maintenance guys for our apartment complex are notoriously bad at their job. The last time Sam put in a request to get something fixed they took over a week to get to it, didn’t fix it properly, and ogled her the entire time, so she says. Can’t say I blame them though; she’s got one hell of a rocking bod. Guess I’m just stealthier about my ogling than the maintenance guys were. Which I guess I have the opportunity to do now.

Yes, I’m secretly a huge pervert that ogles my hot as hell neighbor when I get the chance… Among other things… Sue me. I wasn’t fully telling the truth earlier, I did stay up too late last night, but that was due to porn, not anime. I’ve never had to best luck with the ladies so I take what I can get. I close my door as she walks away and head back to my room. It’s a small apartment so I don’t have to go very far. Being a recent college grad, I’ve yet to get a good full-time job to pay for a better living space. But I’m comfortable here and I have a decent paying part time job at a local store in town which pays the bills, so I can’t complain much.

I go through my morning routine of getting dressed and cleaned up, splashing my face with water to help my morning grogginess go away. As I dry off, I hear a Ding! noise come from my phone and sigh. I didn’t recognize the noise so it couldn’t have been a text. I grumble to myself.

“Stupid smart phone doing things all on its own, restum fretsum restsum fretsum.”

Call me old fashioned if you want, but I’m not a big fan of smart phones or new technology in general. I’ve found they tend to glitch out or break around me. I only upgraded from my dumb phone a couple months ago because my service provider **** me to. Apparently, they no longer provide plans for dumb phones. I don’t know how it works, but it’s stupid. I’m still getting used to the thing and I never quite got a hang of the smart phone culture; I only have like two apps.

So, the fact that there is a new icon I’ve never seen before dead center on my home screen throws me for a bit of a loop. It’s a magenta outline of a heart superimposed on a faint grey shadow of a gear, with only the letters CG to label it. I have a minor freak out, thinking someone hacked into my phone and put a virus or something on it. I have a friend that’s done that to my computer a couple times, but less virus and more rearranging my desktop icons and changing my background to My Little Pony memes. Could he have put this weird icon on my phone? He’s never messed with it before, but I have no doubt he could. If it was him, then whatever this app does is probably harmless. I decide to click it and see what it is… It takes me about 3 taps to open it, stupid touchscreen…

Before I can figure anything out about it, a of service balloon pops-up. I was wary before, now I’m even more so. I should probably read it.

Thank you for using Custom Girls! The CG team hopes that we can help you spice up your life. As our first customer, you will be receiving daily gems free of charge for your lifetime as a special thanks for being an early adopter. We hope this app lives up to your expectations, and we hope you’re satisfied enough to give our other products a try! :D

Please read and accept these of service to continue…

…… I have many questions… But I probably won’t get any answers until I hit accept and poke around a little more, so that’s what I do. Succeeding on the fourth try. The pop-up goes away, and my screen fills with the same magenta as the logo with cutesy borders around everything. A long list of names appears on the left with a diamond icon at the top right corner showing 10/100 and an achievements link right below that. I guess those are my gems, but what am I supposed to do with them? There’s no tutorial or even a stated objective for the apps purpose beyond the vague “spice up your life” quote from before. I look through the list of names really quick before I notice something. Samantha Keys, my hot neighbor, is on the list. I look at some of the other names and realize I recognize them as other people in my apartment complex.

“Not helping your creepiness levels there, strange app.” I say to no one in particular.

I tap on Sam’s name out of curiosity and the screen changes to her profile, a black silhouette of a female form shown on the right with a bunch of tabs on the left. Speech, Head, Face, Breasts, Body, Ass, Legs, Motor, Misc. and Hotkeys. A small window across the top reads, “Spend gems to unlock this Custom Girl!”

“Really not helping your creepiness levels there, strange app” I say to Mr. No One in Particular once more. He’s a great conversationalist if you like silence.

I click on the Breasts tab which opens another list of possible options, all with a gem price. Enlarge beasts, reduce breasts, change shape, Increase sensitivity, L-lactate?! Anime physics?!

“Reeeeeaaaaaalllly not helping your creepiness levels there, strange app.” I say to Mrs. No One in Particular. They’re a lovely couple.

I back out of the breasts tab for now and click on Hotkeys. I may go back to Breasts later but none of them seem like proper, “test the waters” material. Especially since I can’t afford most of them. Unlike the majority of physical alterations the Breasts tab apparently has, this one seems primarily to be simple actions ranging from “Bend over” to “Blowjob” with varying gem costs. The more overtly sexual in nature, the higher the cost. Just to see what happens, I select two choices:

Stretch, unlimited: 1 gem

Split, unlimited: 2 gems.

They light up in yellow after I click them, and a little shopping cart icon appears at the top left. I attempt to click it multiple times before it finally works, I just love touchscreens. It asks if I wish to proceed with the purchase, which I do, leaving me with 7 gems.

As soon as I click purchase , a blast of confetti explodes on the screen followed by a ding and an “Achievement unlocked!” notification. I wait for it to go away, but it doesn’t. I look closer and notice the bits of confetti are stuck mid animation as well. Tapping the screen does nothing and pressing the home button yields no results. Great, it froze and locked up my phone. Now I got to restart the whole thing. I’d be more upset if I wasn’t used to it. Oddly enough, this calms me down about the whole thing a little. Like I said, technology tends to glitch out for me, so the fact this creepy app isn’t immune to that helps reassure me.

I **** restart the phone and reopen the app. After it finishes loading, another window pops up,

All changes have an awareness setting. Custom Girls and all others can be made aware or unaware of changes. Just tap on your Custom Girl to find all purchases and adjust the awareness settings. Default setting is always unaware for all changes.

… Uh huh. Weird. At least it seems to have saved my purchase. I close that and notice the blacked-out figure of Sam suddenly fills in, becoming a near perfect lifelike avatar of her. Complete with the exact same clothes she was wearing before.

“I feel like you’re going out of your way to be as creepy as possible, strange app” I say to No One in Particular Jr. Good kid, just doesn’t know how to express themselves.

I wonder why it’s showing her sitting down… I don’t know. Time to see what these do. Two new buttons have appeared for each Hotkey I purchased. There’re also two new columns labeled “Target Awareness” and “Other’s Awareness” with an empty checkbox for both next to each command. I leave those be for now and tap the “Stretch” command. Sam’s avatar slowly raises her arms above her head as she thrusts her chest out. Presenting them to me, she holds the pose for a moment before letting her arms back down… Huh. Ok that was kind of hot, even for a simple stretch.

I glance over at my clock and notice it’s already 10:15, I should get over to her place. I grab my little travel tool bag and a plunger before I make my way out. Still curious, I look back to my phone and tap on the “Split” command just for the hell of it. Sam’s avatar proceeds to stand up, walk a couple paces, and spread her legs in a split, bending over to rest on her elbows as she deepens it. Man, I knew she was athletic but damn! I rotate her avatar around to get a full view of her ass and marvel for a moment. What a thing of beauty. Maybe this app isn’t so bad after all… It’s still creepy though.

I arrive at her door a moment later and knock, taking these last few seconds to finish appreciating the view my phone is giving me. To my surprise, Sam’s avatar turns her head to the side, as if she heard something, stands back up, and starts walking. I hear the real Sam’s footsteps get closer to the door and watch as her avatar reaches out to grab something, and the door opens.

“Hey Tyler! Thanks again for coming! I swear these sink disposals are designed to get clogged” she says before turning around to lead me to the sink.

I, meanwhile, am having an internal panic attack. There’s no way this silly app on my phone could provide a live feed of what Sam was doing. That’s impossible! Isn’t it? I’m certainly no expert at technology, but that doesn’t seem like a thing that should be possible. I quickly shake it from my thoughts and follow her, shifting them back into a familiar track. Snark.

“You know, if you were a little easier on the poor thing and not forcing mountains of carrot peelings through it every day it might not clog so often.” I say with a smirk.

“Oh you hush! I’m not that bad.” She responds in mock offense, “And my vegi smoothies are awesome! My offer to make you one is still valid in case you changed your mind?”

“I’ll for now, but I’ll keep you posted.”

“Again, thank you for doing this. I owe you one.” She says, breaking the snark with genuine sincerity.

“No worries. I’ll just put it on your tab.” I respond in kind, but still with a little snark. I can't help it.

I get to work unclogging her sink. I try to **** the clog through by pumping the sink with my plunger first, but unfortunately, it’s not budging. I sigh and accept the fact that I’ll have to disconnect the pipe under the sink. I open the cabinets and crawl in, tools in hand. Sam simply stands a couple feet away watching me work.

“How’s work been going for you?” she asks politely, trying to fill the silence with conversation I assume.

“Been fine, my boss just hired another hand recently, so my workload should be a little easier. Frees me from most of the mundane tasks around the store to fix all the broken stuff.” I respond, grunting with effort as I **** the pipe connecters to loosen.

“Sounds like she’s lucky to have you.”

“I like to think so. What about you? I know it’s summer so no school, whatchya been doing to fill the void?”

“I got a part time job at the gym, that and exercising mostly.”

We chat back and forth for a little while as I work, it’s a little dark under the sink, so I get my phone out to use the flashlight. I unlock my screen, and the Custom Girls app is still up with Sam’s avatar standing in the exact same pose she’s currently in. Before turning the light on, I decide to test it and click the Stretch Hotkey. Both Sam and her avatar take in a deep breath as they slowly raise their arms above their heads, sticking out their chests same as the first time, simultaneously, before lowering their arms again. I look at her in disbelief and ask,

“Why’d you do that?”

“What? Stretch? I don’t know, just felt like it. Sometimes you just gotta stretch.” She responded nonchalantly.

“Makes sense.” I respond casually.

This makes no sense! I try to distract myself by turning on my light and getting back to work. After another few minutes, I have the clog cleared and the pipe reconnected. I go to turn the light off on my phone, only to give in to curiosity once more. I open the app and tap the Split Hotkey.

The exact. Same. Thing. Happens. She turns around, spreads her legs, and bends down onto her elbows as she goes into a split with her ass pointing right at me. Her avatar mimicking her every move. I stare bewildered and amazed at her firm, tight ass clad in her form fitting yoga pants for a moment or two… Or three… Before deciding to probe again.

“Why’re you doing a split?” I ask.

“I’m about to go on a run. Gotta limber up!” She responds.

“Yeah but… Why right now?”

“I don’t know. Seemed like a good time.”

She held the split for another 10 seconds or so before standing up and turning back to face me. I climb out of the cabinet and clean up my tools while trying to hide the tent in my pants that mysteriously appeared. I need to get the hell out of here so I can think!

“Sink should be all good now.” I say trying to sound calm.

“Awesome! Thank you so much!” She responds thankfully.

“Not a problem, when you inevitably clog it again, you know where to find me.”

“Oh hush you!”

She laughs as she says the words and playfully slaps my arm. We say our goodbyes and I make my escape. As soon as her door is shut, I crank my brain into overdrive trying to figure out what the hell is going on with this creepy/cutesy/pervy app. I practically sprint back to my apartment, my long lanky legs making the journey in only a few strides (I don’t run, I gallop). I frantically rip open my door and throw myself inside before slamming it shut. Breathing heavily, I whip out my phone and loudly whisper yell,

“What the hell are you?!?!”

“Heh heh, isn’t it obvious? It’s magic!” Said a foreign female voice.

I slowly lift my head and see standing in the middle of my apartment, an incredibly sexy, naked, demon.