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College student Jason Miller downloads a sissy maker app on a dare from a gaming friend and gets his first task. Over ninety days, three daily tasks strip away his masculinity, reshape his body with hormones, and turn him into a feminine public slut who craves only black men. By the end, the once-straight gamer lives for nothing but serving local dudes in public.
Jason sits cross-legged on his dorm bed, controller loose in his hand, when his phone lights up with a notification from the app he downloaded on a whim. The screen reads: 'Task 1 of 90: Wear a pair of panties under your clothes for the rest of the day. Choose a pair from the drawer now.' His thumb hovers over the accept button, the fabric of his boxers suddenly rough against his thighs. He glances at his roommate's empty desk, then reaches for the small package he hid in his backpack this morning.
Jason sits at a corner table in the women's studies section, his hoodie bunched on the chair beside him, the thin white tank top doing nothing to hide the pink bra straps cutting across his shoulders. A middle-aged woman in a cardigan stops at his table, her eyes fixed on the straps, and she smiles—not with cruelty but with something like recognition. 'That color looks lovely on you,' she says softly, and walks away before he can respond. Jason's hand trembles on the open page, the words blurring, the library's fluorescent hum filling his ears as he realizes he has twenty-three minutes left on the clock.
Jason closes his dorm door behind him and stands in front of the full-length mirror on the closet, the yellow sundress still on, his hands pressing against the fabric where his chest has grown fuller. He pulls the dress over his head and drops it on the floor, staring at the pink training bra, the lace panties, the softening lines of his body in the harsh overhead light. His phone buzzes on the desk — the app's notification glowing — and he picks it up, reading the new task: Go to the campus convenience store. Buy a pack of razors, a bottle of nail polish in a shade called 'Blushing Bride,' and a box of hair removal cream. Pay with cash. Make eye contact with the cashier and say 'thank you' in your softest voice. He sets the phone down, his reflection staring back at him, and reaches for his hoodie.