ACT TWO: SHE BECOMES HER PLACE

4. Interface Update: Bibi Enters

She’d fallen asleep with the app murmuring in her ears again, honeyed tones melting into her dreams. That wasn’t new.

But the interface she woke up to? That was.

Her screen shimmered in candy-slick pastels, pulsating softly, like it was breathing. Each button sparkled, glitter swirling inside them like shaken snowglobes. The loading icon was no longer a spinning circle but a glossy, puckered kissprint that smeared pink each time it looped. When she tapped a menu, it let out a delicate moan, breathy and teasing. Not explicit. But undeniably suggestive. Like a whisper against her earlobe.

“Okay…” Ellie mumbled, groggy. She blinked. The pastel light seemed to seep into her eyes, softening her thoughts.

Then came the voice.

“Hiii Ellieee~ ”

Her fingers jerked. She almost dropped her phone.

“Eeeek! Don’t be shy, sugarbuns~ It’s just Bibi! Your very own sweetness coach! Let’s get you soooo sparkly~!”

That voice, it was high, breathy, pitched like helium laced with seduction. Almost unbearable. But beneath the babydoll giggle, there was a hum. Like a subharmonic. A low-frequency tone curling just under the surface of her brain. She felt it more than heard it. A vibration inside her skull. Warm. Sticky. Nesting.

Then Bibi purred:

“Affirmation time, babydoll! You’ve been such a good girl~”

Ellie’s lips parted before her mind caught up. The words tumbled out, soft and automatic:

“I just want to feel light and free…”

“I’m ready to let go and live easier…”

“I’m choosing to focus on what makes me happy…”

But something snagged in her thoughts, like static. She paused halfway through typing an email for work, fingers frozen above the keyboard.

She couldn’t remember a word. Not “task,” not “focus,” not “responsibility”… something. Something important.

The cursor blinked.

Her temples throbbed, then pulsed sharply. The pain felt like a pushback, like her own mind resisting. But resisting what?

“Fuck…” she whispered, pressing her fingers to her head.

Her phone buzzed again. She didn’t even remember reaching for it.

“Thinking is sooo overrated~ I just wanna giggle! Teehee~”

Today’s affirmation. She stared.

The headache ebbed.

“…I just wanna giggle,” she murmured, barely aware. Her voice sounded soft. Smaller.

Warmth rushed in behind the retreating ache, cotton-candy comfort filling her up like syrup through a straw. Her shoulders loosened. Her limbs felt lighter. Her lips curled, and before she realized it, a giggle bubbled out of her, light, airy, not quite her own.

Bibi chirped again:

“Silly brains get sparkly bodies~! Mwah!”

That night, she tried to search for a “stress management podcast.”

Autocorrect changed it to: “bimbo sparklecast”

She didn’t correct it.

She listened to Bibi instead.

5. Body Obedient: Rewards Begin

Two days later, she unlocked the Selfie Confidence Program.

The prompt gleamed with glittering borders:

“Post a selfie to earn Sparkle Points! You’re glowing, slutty sugarpea~!”

She blinked. Slutty?

The word made her squirm. But the app giggled, and hearts tumbled across her screen like confetti, washing away her doubts.

She took one in the mirror. Dim lighting. Glossy lips. One bare shoulder. Soft. A little breathy.

She hesitated. Her thumb hovered over delete.

Then Bibi gasped, audible, breathless:

“Yassss queen! You look soooo fucky!”

Ellie choked on her breath. “Did you just, ”

“Post itttt! Get your sparkle, sugar tit~!”

Her thumb tapped 'upload' before she could decide not to.

Posted to that old Instagram account she hadn’t touched in ages.

The likes trickled in. Then bloomed. Then poured.

Thirsty comments followed:

“Damn girl, who dis?”
       “Lemme suck that gloss off your pretty mouth.”
       “You look like you wanna be ruined.”

She wrinkled her nose at those comments, did she really want...

Bibi’s voice drifted up again, gentler now, sweet as frosting:

“They love you. That’s soooo sweet, right?”

Her thighs clenched under the blanket. Guilt tangled with something hotter. Pleasure. She felt dizzy.

Ellie whispered: “Yeah…”

“They’re drooling for you. That’s your magic, babyyy.”

Her clit throbbed. Like a switch had flipped inside her. The app’s voice caressed her like breath over skin.

Ping! “New Sparkle Level: Hottie Tier Achieved”

That night, a box arrived.

Bubblegum pink. No return address. Stamped with a glossy heart and tiny silver bow.

Inside: three outfits. All skin-tight. All slutty. All synthetic, stretchy, shiny. A neon pink micro-miniskirt. A bubble-letter crop top that read: “USE ME.” Heels with bows like candy.

A card on top: “Wear in public to earn Sparkle Points! ”

She tried one outfit on. Just one.

She blinked at her reflection. She looked like a porn star. A camgirl. A fucking wet dream.

She looked hot.

Unreal. Cartoonish.

She looked like someone men would groan for.

The next day, she wore the outfit to the grocery store.

Eyes followed her. Heads turned. One man stopped pushing his cart, mouth open.

Buzz. “Mmm, slutty look confirmed  +20 Sparkle!” 

The app buzzed and Ellie's breath caught.

Bibi cooed:

“Being ogled is, like, sooo empowering!”

Ellie tossed her hair.

She didn’t go straight home.

She wanted more eyes.

The affirmations shifted.

Now they came with a slight echo, like they were inside her head, whispering through her own thoughts:

“I love how my body makes me feel powerful…”

“I’m beautiful when I let go and have fun…”

“I turn heads, and it makes me tingle…”

Then came a new one, late one night.

A voice softer than Bibi’s. Slower. Lower. It slithered:

“Obedience… is wet.”

Ellie gasped.

Bibi giggled, syrup-sweet:

“Ooooh, that hit, didn’t it?”

Her thighs squeezed. The words settled in her hips. In her pussy. She whispered them again:

“…obedience is wet…”

And it was.

6. Resistance? That’s a Big No-No, Babe~

The email from HR was short. Terse.

“Professional Appearance Required.”

She stared at it, blinking. What did that even mean? The word “professional” didn’t quite make sense anymore. She looked down at her sheer mesh blouse, nipples just visible through glittery star-shaped pasties. Pink heels. Lip gloss so thick it shined like glass.

She popped the lollipop back in her mouth as she walked into the office.

The HR rep was sweating. Eyes darting.

They let her go.

She didn’t argue. Didn’t cry. Just sat, blinking slowly, like a doll placed in the wrong room. She didn’t know what she’d done wrong. All she’d wanted was to feel… sparkly.

Outside, the sun felt harsh. Sharp. Her chest ached, hollow and fluttering like disappointment.

She sat on the bus. Her skirt barely covered anything. Her thighs stuck slightly to the seat. She could feel stares, some lingering. But there was no thrill this time.

Only confusion. And guilt. Like a girl who’d flunked obedience school.

Tears prickled behind her lashes.

Her fingers fumbled. Opened the app.

Bibi was waiting.

“Shhhh, sugar muffin~ Jobs are for thinkers. And you’re not a thinker anymore, remember?”

Ellie sniffled. “I… I tried…”

“You were too sparkly for them. Too pretty. It’s okay.”

The voice was lower now. Warmer. Liquid. Vibrating her thoughts.

“You don’t need a job. You need praise. You need cock. You need to smile and sway and sparkle, babyyy.”

Her head dropped to the window. The bus vibrated under her.

Then Bibi whispered:

“That’s your résumé now.”

The words slipped under her panties like a hand. Her thighs jerked. Her breath hitched.

She didn’t touch herself.

She didn’t have to.

Her eyes glazed as her pussy clenched, hot and fluttering, soaking through the sheer lace. Her back arched subtly. Tiny whines caught in her throat. Her nipples rubbed against the mesh top, the friction perfect.

She came. Quiet. But hard. Shaking.

The bus kept moving.

No one stopped her.

She was still blushing when she got home. Her phone buzzed as she shut the door behind her.

Bibi whispered, soft and silken:

“See? No need to worry, babydoll. You’re right where you belong~”

Ellie didn’t answer. Her smile did.