Chores Build Character

Eventually, the impromptu performance came to an end. The store clerk handed me an extra forty bucks, rounding it to a cool hundred for my efforts. Not bad for a day's work, I thought with a smirk. As I slipped back into the changing room, I couldn't help but catch Teddy's gaze as he stood at the counter. He was there to pay for the costumes I would wear for the rest of the week. More investment into me for this arrangement. I wonder which ones he picked?

I reflected on the day's events as I returned to today's approved schoolgirl outfit. Who would've guessed that a simple shopping trip would evolve into an unexpected show? With a surge of newfound confidence and a slightly heavier wallet, I wondered about my future. Maybe there was a way to make some money after all?

Returning home, my heart raced like crazy, playing back the bold adventures of the day in my head. The attention, reactions, and playful teasing pushed my arousal into hyperdrive. I walked into my room, feeling warm and fuzzy.

The gazes of the nerds, ranging from awkwardly bashful to brazenly appreciative, refused to fade from my mental stage. It was as if the confidence and audacity I had donned in those costumes had marked me in ways I hadn't anticipated. Shutting the door behind me, I inhaled deeply, allowing the sensations to wash over me.

Arousal built up inside me, and a rebellious notion fluttered into my thoughts. With barely a second thought, I headed towards my bed, fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

Their leering gazes fueled my imagination as I touched myself. The mere thought of being the center of their rapt attention sent delicious tremors down my spine. Within the cocoon of my room, I surrendered to the moment's allure, my touch moving down towards my pussy.

I saw the list on my desk, a reminder of my situation. Then, a wild thought jumped into my head. I forced my hands off of myself and grabbed the list. Yes, just like I thought. There it was in Section C and worth a whopping 15 points. I couldn't believe I was going to do this.

Being so horny probably wasn't helping my thought process, but here I was, moving toward Teddy's room. I was charged up as I approached his door, my heart pounding like a bass drum. Without a second thought, I threw the door open without even bothering to knock. But what awaited me inside was a curveball I hadn't seen coming.

My entrance crashed upon the scene I did not expect. My entry was met with the sight of Teddy, his cheeks flushed and his hand moving rhythmically up and down his cock. The shock of the scene momentarily froze me in place, my eyes bulging like a character in a cheesy sitcom.

I cleared my throat, my voice seductive. "Well, well, someone's being naughty?"

Teddy's head whipped around to face me, his eyes widening in shock and humiliation as he scrambled to adjust. "Izzy! I... I didn't expect you to barge in!"

Chuckling at the absurdity of it all, my amusement quickly overcame any initial shock. "Clearly not. Sorry for the interruption, but I have a proposition for you."

He looked my way, his cock causing a tent in his pants, "A proposition?"

I drew Teddy's attention to the chore list in my hand with a dramatic point. "See this right here?" I pointed to Section C, which said, "Masturbate in front of a roommate - 20 points," and continued. "Well, I was thinking, why not kill two birds with one stone?"

His brows knitted as he followed my finger, realization dawning on him. "Wait, you mean..."

I gave him a playful nod. "Yep, that's the idea. You already have a head start just thinking about me. I'm sure I can give you the extra motivation to finish?"

He hesitated, his gaze dancing between the list and me. "What, you don't want to watch me? I think I might be insulted," I teased.

After a beat, he nodded, horniness pushing him forward. "I... I don't mind. I mean, if you're okay with it."

I shrugged, oozing nonchalance while holding back a chuckle. "Why not, right? We both need to get off; I might as well get some points out of it."

With that unspoken agreement hanging between us, I sidle onto his bed, a mischievous glint in my eye. I playfully quipped, "So, just enjoy the show." I made a show of removing my skirt and then bent over to expose my luscious ass. I slid down my panties and repositioned myself on the bed, clearly exposing my pussy, which was now wet. The truth was, we were both so amped up from the mall that never of us lasted very long.

Walking out of Teddy's room, I was hit with a whirlwind of emotions. I just masturbated in front of Teddy like a live-action camgirl, putting on a show for him as he jerked himself off. The whole thing was so wrong. What was I becoming?

And of course, just my luck, as I rounded a corner, guess who I bumped into? Braden, with his "I've got it all figured out" grin plastered on his face. He didn't waste a second before addressing the awkward elephant in the hallway. "So, when's my turn to get what Teddy got?"

I quirked an eyebrow in my best mock seriousness. "Oh, Braden, eager much?"

He chuckled, giving me that once-over that was impossible to ignore. "Hey, can't blame a guy. You parading around in that slutty schoolgirl outfit, a man has needs..."

Urgh, what a gross jerk was my initial reaction, but that was tempered by the reality of the situation. Pondering this, he angrily asked, "So, how many points are you at now?"

My heart sank a smidge, and I stared at my feet. "59."

Braden sported this smug grin that made me wanna roll my eyes and maybe throw something at him. "Oh, a whopping 59, huh? And you've already exhausted the cleaning list? I can wait."

That sassy remark of his sent a shiver down my spine. For all my smart-ass comments and newfound strut, reality knocked at the door, waving its obnoxious flag. Returning to my room, I was in turmoil, wrestling with conflicting emotions and the weight of my choices.

Chapter 5

Thursday [59 pts]

I grudgingly woke as the sun glared in my eyes. This week's whirlwind was still wreaking havoc in my mind, a tangle of bold moves and experiences I never saw coming. But, look out, world, it was Thursday, I had got over humpday, and it was time to take control and strategize through this precarious arrangement. Yet, as I stretched beneath the sheets, last night's unexpected encounter with Teddy invaded my thoughts. His eyes took my whole body in as he touched himself. His cock was so hard, just by watching me pleasure myself. It was undeniably hot, but I can't believe 3 days in, and I've already started being the sex object they clearly want me to be. I blushed, knowing I had to prevent that from happening again.

With a half-awake yawn, I began to tally up my points. Sitting at a not-so-shabby 59 with many doable tasks still left, I could see a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel. If I played my cards right and tackled the mundane stuff like dishes, preparing dinner, and wearing the approved outfits Teddy picked up, I'd be up to 75, which would be 3/4 of the way there. There is still a considerable gap, but closer than before.

The costumes, I almost forgot that I had to be dressed like a slutty cosplay girl all week to get those points. They were all hung in the closet, with the remaining days of the week labeling them. Which one did he pick for today? Removing the plastic wrap and it was a freaking Playboy Bunny getup, tail and all. The sheer ridiculousness of it. I thought back to yesterday; this one did get a great reaction from the nerds. What was I thinking?

After a warm shower and some casual makeup, I slipped into the costume, wondering why me. The snug corset, the damn bunny ears, I had turned into a version of me that I didn't even know existed. It was insane, like, empowering, and absurd.

Staring at my reflection, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Alright, Teddy, I guess I'm not leaving the house today."

I grabbed the chore list, trying to find something to bridge the gap. One task jumped out at me. In Section B, there was something listed as "Training Videos." I wasn't sure what that meant, but it seemed like easy points.

Feeling like I had a plan, this weird wave of confidence washed over me. And there I was, dressed like a sassy Playboy Bunny, ready to take on the world. "Okay, Izzy, time to show 'em what you're made of."

As I strutted into the living room like I owned the joint, all eyes turned toward me. Sporting the slutty Playboy Bunny outfit, I was a walking attention magnet. My roommates were scattered around, doing their morning shuffle. Their reactions? Immediate, loud, and as lewd as a teenage boy's locker room.

Braden took the lead with a wolf whistle, followed by a wink that practically screamed, "Hey, Izzy, I'm ready when you are." I shot him an eye roll, my tone dripping with my usual sarcasm. "Oh, Braden, dream on."

Jason's gaze undressed me faster than a hurricane, his lingering look making me feel slightly more naked than I actually was. "Damn. I've seen Playboy Bunnies who don't look as hot as you."

On the other hand, Teddy couldn't even meet my gaze without stumbling over his words. Thoughts of last night loomed in my head. My hand brought me to orgasm as Teddy leered on cumming everywhere, unable to control himself.

The back-and-forth banter was like music to my ears. Braden, always the instigator, joined in with his own sly comment. "Nice pick, Teddy. She looks so fucking hot."

He stammered, "I-I didn't... I mean, it was just..."

I couldn't help but laugh; their camaraderie was something to see. They were teasing and prodding like a bunch of kids. Weirdly forming some kind of bond over trying to turn me into their wet dreams.

I saw my opening, a chance to steer the conversation toward something I was dying to know. "Alright, enough ogling, gentlemen. I've got a question for you."

They all looked at me expectantly. I played it cool, "So, what's the deal with this 'training video' chore?"

Jason's grin went from ear to ear, and he exchanged those knowing glances with the others. "Ah, that one. Trust me, Izzy, you don't want to do that."

My curiosity getting the best of me. "Why not?" I said. Watching boring videos seemed like the easiest way to earn points.

Jason leaned in like he was sharing classified information. "These videos? They're... well, just say they're 'instructional.' You watch and try to... replicate."

Arms crossed, I gave him a suspicious look. "Instructional videos? About what?"

Jason's grin turned cryptic, his reply dangling in the air. "You'll see. If you want to give it a shot, that is."

Of course, I wanted to give it a shot. My mind raced with thoughts of what these mysterious videos might entail. Jason's warnings seemed pretty ominous.

Alone again in my bedroom, I reluctantly turned my attention to the next item on my peculiar to-do list: the training videos. I opened Jason's links, expecting some fitness routine or cooking tutorials. But boy, was I in for a surprise.

As the first video loaded, my jaw practically hit the floor. Voice training videos? Seriously? And not just any voice training videos; they were designed to turn me into some sort of high-pitched, ditzy airhead bimbo. I couldn't decide whether to be offended or just plain dumbfounded.

I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Might as well get this over with, I thought. I clicked play and watched as a bubbly instructor started cooing about "like, totally amazing vocal transformations." Yeah, right. This was going to be a disaster.

But, despite my skepticism, I gave it a half-hearted attempt. I mimicked the exaggerated high-pitched tones and the over-the-top inflections. At first, it felt utterly ridiculous, like I was mocking myself. But as I continued, something strange happened... it started to work.

I mean, seriously, who knew? I watched myself in disbelief as I produced those dizzying tones without bursting into laughter. It was like I was slowly turning into the stereotype I used to roll my eyes at.

As the videos ended for the day, I sat there, slightly stunned. Who would have thought that I, Izzy, with the biting sarcasm and the "I don't give a damn" attitude, would be voluntarily practicing to sound like a bimbo?

And honestly, as much as I hated to admit it, a tiny part of me enjoyed the challenge. It was absurd, but my competitive spirit pushed me forward. It was a small price to pay for a roof over my head, right?

Thanks to my crash course in voice-altering videos, the day had been a whirlwind of weirdness. As the evening sun cast warm hues across the living room, I set about preparing dinner for the house. The roommates would be back soon, and I was ready to put my newfound vocal talents to the test.

The door swung open, and the guys strolled in one by one. I greeted them with an overly peppy, "Hey, guys! How was your day?" Underneath my outward enthusiasm, my heart did a little jitter, wondering if they would notice the subtle changes in my speech.

Braden smirked and raised an eyebrow, his eyes lingering on me with an intensity that suggested he was in on my little secret. Jason walked in, flashing me a grin that seemed a tad more mischievous than usual. Teddy offered only a quick nod in response.

"Well, my day was, like, totally fine!" I chirped, my voice going all high and chirpy as I tried to mimic the airy patterns from the videos. It sounded ridiculous, but who knows where I'd end up without these points.

Attempting to pull off this new, higher-pitched voice in front of my roommates was an incredulous endeavor. Internally, embarrassment mingled with a strange sense of enjoyment from this quirky roleplay. Could this character, the one I embodied, manage the chores Izzy couldn't bear? Braden's playful smirk and teasing words broke through, "Already seeing results from just a day of 'studying,' huh?"

In response, I offered him an exaggerated flutter of my eyelashes, fully committing to the act, "Oh, you know, just channeling my inner scholar."

His smirk widened, and he countered, "Didn't know you had it in you. It makes sense that you are better at being a bimbo than journalism."

It was a low blow. Instead of reacting, I leaned into the moment, determined to prove a point. "Well, some of us prefer hands-on learning over those boring textbooks." Surprisingly, my playful retort came out in that bimbo-like voice, and I couldn't help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded.

"Oh, hands-on time? I'm always up for a bit of that with you."

Rolling my eyes in playful exasperation, I retorted while maintaining the quirky voice, "Oh, Braden, the hands-on expert." I mimicked him, jerking himself off.

Jason's laughter cut in, alleviating the tension. "Well, you two, let's maintain a somewhat... professional learning atmosphere, shall we?" he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Keep it up, Izzy. You're nailing it."

I couldn't help but let out a little giggle, my voice taking on an airhead quality that I had to admit was amusing. "Oh, Jason, you're, like, totally right! Gotta keep up with the, um, progress and stuff!" Internally, I rolled my eyes at myself, annoyed that my attempt at sarcasm fed into this whole act even more.

The night rolled on, and as we finished dinner and cleaned up, I kept up the act, sprinkling my speech with the quirky patterns I'd practiced. It was like slipping into a strange role, and with every sentence, it felt more natural.

Chapter 6

Friday [73 pts]

Dressed in the alluring Zatanna costume for the day, I realized the house was empty. Nobody, besides Teddy at the store, got to see me in this outfit. I pushed away the disappointment from my mind as I admired myself in the mirror. What has come over me? I've been unusually horny this week. Keep it in your pants, Izzy.

But hey, back to business! Now seated with my crappy laptop, I was set to nail this training. My fingers hit the keys like they had a vendetta, and voila! The videos kicked off, and I was back in the world of voice contortions. Round two: Izzy boogaloo.

My speech did a jumpy castle routine with every attempt, bouncing between new pitches and patterns. It was like trying on a new pair of too-tight pants, but as the day rolled on, it started to fit perfectly.

Amid my training, I lost track of time. I blinked, and oh no, dinner! My heart sank as I remembered the valuable points I had lost by neglecting my chores.

The smell of pizza filled the air. My roommates had ordered takeout to fill the void left by my forgotten meal. Their eyes widened as they took in my Zatanna costume, and the playful teasing began anew. Braden's playful demeanor kicked into gear. "Well, well, look who's pulling off the sultry magician look," he remarked with a low whistle. Knowing very little about comics, he did not recognize the Zantana look.

Mustering my best sultry tone but inadvertently letting that bimbo-like quality slip into my voice, "Oh, you noticed, huh? Like, abracadabra and stuff?"

Internally, I cringed at my own response.

The atmosphere buzzed with a mixture of amusement and something more, a subtle tension that seemed to underlie our interactions. Jason set up the pizza boxes on the table, his gaze shifting between Braden and me, clearly finding our back-and-forth amusing. "Alright, let's dial down the magic show for now. We can save the disappearing acts for the pizza slices."

Teddy, standing nearby, looked a little flustered by our banter. He cleared his throat, his cheeks gaining a touch of color. "Yeah, um, let's just... enjoy the food."

I silently agreed with Teddy. Despite my earlier vocal mishaps, I was starving, and the scent of the pizza was almost intoxicating. Swiftly, a loose strand of dyed blonde hair fell into my eyes. I blew it away, catching Jason watching me with a smile. "Like, totally! Let's, you know, dive into the munchies before any adorable bunnies decide to hop out of my hat." Gross, I can't believe I just said that. Their amused reactions were priceless, though.

Amid the shared laughter and the sense of togetherness, I focused on the excellent company and the delicious pizza before us. It was a fun meal. One you would have with a group of friends. If you ignored the fact, I was dressed like a slut and roleplaying an airhead.

With the clock dialing in on the night and Jason and Teddy both busy, my options to get real points today were dwindling. The list appeared in my brain as I circled one chore. Summoning courage like I was conjuring a spell, I approached Braden. "Hey, Braden, could you, like, come chat for a sec?"

"Sure thing, Izzy."

I motioned for Braden to follow me. I was sitting at 75 points and only had tonight and the weekend to get the remaining I needed. I noticed a massage was a nice chunk of change, 10, and thinking Braden would be suffering from football practice, I could score some easy points.

In the quiet comfort of my room, I took a deep breath, psyching myself up for the upcoming chat. With a newfound determination, I turned to Braden, putting on my best game face and a smile that said, 'I've got this.' "Hey, Braden, so, like, that massage thing on the list?"

"Oh? Izzy, you offering to give me a massage now?"

I nodded, letting a sprinkle of my modified speech roll out. "Yeah, you know, I kind of, like, need the points."

"Well, who am I to turn down a good massage?"

I nodded again, heart sprinting as he started to shed clothes. I marveled at his muscular body; his gym years had paid off. As much as he was a jerk, I couldn't deny he was a hunk. As his clothes hit the floor, I peeked at the towel I'd prepped. Braden, however, had other plans, casually waving off my towel idea. "Nah, Izzy, no need for the towel."

Oh, perfect, but I pressed forward. I swallowed my discomfort and approached as he lay on my bed face down.