Janet, formally JH if her ID was anything to go by, got her stuff off the ground. Fucking bitch, making her take the “L” on the loss. Had to admit, she was hot though. She had the glint in her eye that Janet wasn’t sure if she wanted to fuck her or kill her and she wasn’t sure if she cared. Just busting back into that apartment, woman in her skivvies and—Janet slapped herself.
“Get it together!” she said to herself. She was still on the clock. Getting the insulator bag, she strolled over to her bike and…wait, what was that?
It wasn’t a bike, but a motorcycle, a crotch rocket even. Deep purple and decked out with various band names, Janet wondered where it had come from. However, she realized her keys felt a bit heavier than usual. There was a new on them, making her wonder. She inserted it into the keyhole and the engine roared to life!
“Okay, so I guess this is mine.” Well, no need to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She put on her helmet, modified with cat ears to facilitate her horned hairdo, and sped off. She was glad she had spats on lest she be flashing everyone. Speaking of which, she was still dealing with that. Previously she’d been six feet tall and now she had shrunk about half a foot. Certainly would make it easier to find clothes that fit. At least most of them.
She stopped off at a nearby park and ducked into the restroom to evaluate herself further. She unbuttoned her shirt to see things. Seriously, why were her tits so big? She had been almost flat-chested before and suddenly they had ballooned multiple cup sizes, giving her a pair of fat, bouncy, and fake funbags. The sheer weight was so alien to her, like a pair of melons literally hanging off her chest. The teardrop mounds of flesh were distracting, adding even more to the lavish, punkish demeanor she had been given.
“What the fuck is going on anyway?” Janet pulled her bra a bit, seeing the barbell piercings she had through each nipple. Not something she’d think of, but now she had enough metal in her to have to watch out for magnets.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, calling her attention. When she did, some app opened up immediately and went to a splash screen.
First Time Bonus! 1,000 Duel Dollars awarded!
“The fuck?” she said, swiping aside.
Apparently, it was something called the Mirror Match store. She didn’t remember downloading this at all, when did it happen? She couldn’t help but be intrigued though. Apparently it was a bunch of cosmetics…but for what? She saw all sorts of fashion items, tops, pants and skirts, full outfits, biker jumpsuits, and more exotic fair.
“Wonder what happens if I buy something?” She picked a jacket like the one she was wearing for 100 Duel Dollars, spikes and all, except it was white. She clicked it and suddenly her own jacket switched on the spot! “The hell!?”
It was instantaneous, her outfit changed on the spot! This couldn’t be real. Swiping to her inventory, she picked the old one and…voila, she was back in black.
Okay, that was certainly one way to diversify her wardrobe. She kept flipping through the different categories.
“What the fuck is this, a store for strippers?” She rolled her eyes, at the different bikinis on display, some being modest one pieces while other went straight into “little more than pasties and string” territory.
Then she got into the “Outfits” territory where she saw a suspiciously familiar ensemble. It was titled “Spider Academy”…and it was exactly what she was wearing! The hair horns, the modified skirt, the boots, it was all there!
“What the fuck!?” She swiped through the page until she came to…her old look. Tall, blond, leggy, that was exactly her classified as “Janet Classic.” How did that work!? “Alright, how do I get to…500,000!? Are you fucking kidding me!?”
She was down to 900 now, but as a pittance. How was she ever going to get to half a mil? There had to be some way to grind for it, to get her classic look back. She went back to the store front and saw a display called “Missions.” Looking through it, there were a variety of different jobs to take on, some of them giving rewards and all of them giving Duel Dollars.
Janet buttoned her shirt back up and looked through the various jobs. Apparently, they had level minimums, so she’d have to start out at the bottom. Still, she had work to do and a goal to achieve.
“Alright, I think can start here.” She picked a beginner job, it was nearby at the opposite end of the park and apparently about dealing with some hoodlums.
She set off, determined to get her old looks back.
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