The Avatar of Daria Grey

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Darren curtsied gratefully as the strapping knight unloaded a chest of gold coins into his inventory. A bat of his eyelashes and a little pout to show how helpless he was and the warrior transferred a guilded dagger along with all the in game credits. Sucker, Darren chuckled to himself. Brand new game, same old marks. In two minutes that very dagger would be plunged between his admirer's shoulders and he would be taking the rest of his loot. All it took was playing as a female character, a nymph no less, set up with the most suggestive in game outfits stretched across an over-the-top voluptuous figure and every dope in the game would flock to him with riches and masculinity. It was almost too easy. The more they made it rain on him, the more exaggerated he could afford to make his attributes, in turn attracting even more virgins to come to his rescue. In was even easier in virtual reality than regular gaming.

But 'The Mirror Realm' wasn't just another game. It was billed by its creators as 'life-changing', a game that broke so much ground, it made earthquakes jealous. A virtual reality game so advanced that it promised not only to give players the most realistic experience imaginable, but to also evolve their experience of the real world. To Darren, however, it was just another place for him to jiggle his way to the top of the leaderboards.

Darren took the guilded dagger in his dainty hands. He was surprised how heavy it felt. Every other virtual reality game he had every played was almost entirely visuals but this game seemed to get the sensations in the accompanying gloves to the VR headset perfect as well. The knight turned back to his horse and Darren plumped up his chest as a potential distraction just in case he glanced back. He sauntered forward and raised the knife above his head. The in game sun was setting and a stream of ultra-realistic lighting pixels glinted off the blade and blinded him momentarily. He let out a soft gasp and the warrior whirled around.

“So, this is your game?” the knight met his eye. “A dangerous one to play in the Mirror Realm.” Darren hesitated. “Don't you know, you don't just play this game, it plays you. If you play with no honour, then you will live with no honour. If you play like a bimbo...you'll see...” In a flash, he pulled a hatchet from behind his back and struck Darren between the eyes. The screen went black.

Darren ripped the VR headset from his face and allowed his eyes to adjust. It would take much longer than anticipated. Not just his eyes either, his entire body alien. Finally, he got used to the light and squealed in horror as he took in the real world he had returned to. His ridiculous in-game curves remained, pressed beneath a flimsy white leotard and his chest extended out under his chin like a jiggling shelf. He screamed and was greeted with a high-pitched feminine cry as he realised being a simpering bimbo would never be just a game ever again.