This choice: Before Monika can continue, your mom calls "you" for dinner. • Go Back...Chapter #5Stolen Life by: Unknown You stared at the body you called your own a few moments ago in terror, helpless as Monika begins to place her new, masculine hands on the keyboard, a mischievous grin on her face. But before she could follow through on whatever plan she had for you, the soft rap of knocks echoed through your room, followed quickly by a creaking door opening.
"(y/n)?" The recognizable voice of your mother said from off-screen, "It's dinner time." Before you could call out to your mother that the person in your room wasn't actually you, Monika swiftly clicked your computer's mute button, instantly silencing your warnings and cries for help.
"Sure Mom, thank you so much!" 'You' cheerfully responded, "I just need to wrap this 'project' up. I'll be down in a few seconds." Seemingly satisfied, your mom shut the door, heading back to the dining room. Monika quickly turned back towards you, an almost smug grin on her face.
"Too bad, guess you'll have to wait for me." She giggled, slowly getting up from her chair.
"No!" You cried as you pounded the screen, your words quickly translating to textboxes on the screen, "You can't leave me like this! Give my body back! I'm not a digital video game character!" Monika giggled femininely as she read your lines of text.
"Well, it seems I can, and will leave you like this. I can't keep my family waiting." She teased, "Don't worry though, I'll be back soon, and then I can have some fun." She said, patting your crotch, "This will definitely take some getting used too..." Your body laughed as Monika walked beyond this screen's vision, leaving you muted, and silently crying and begging for her to come back.
After a few minutes, your computer went into sleep mode, and your screen to the outside world went black and disappeared, leaving you alone in the void of this virtual classroom. You fall to your knees, pressing your soft, cute face into your soft hands, not wanting to look at the body you had been dumped with.
"This isn't real, this isn't real." You kept repeating, "This is just an awful dream. I'm going to wake up. I'm real." But the more you said them, especially with this softer voice, the more you began to doubt them. Drying your tears, you stared down at yourself, running a hand through your long, orange hair. Your other hand ran over your form, exploring your curves, your soft, sizeable chest, your...
You shiver as your hand travels up the navy skirt, feeling between your legs, confirming what you already knew.
"No!" You said, slapping yourself, "This isn't my body! This is Monika's! She..." Your words of encouragement died in your throat the more you thought. To anyone that wasn't you or Monika, you were just a digital character for a game, to everyone else, you couldn't feel. You weren't real.
You sighed as you looked around the room, trying to figure out a plan. You could explore this computer, maybe start figuring out a way to reverse whatever Monika had done, or you could check this body out real quick. It seemed pervy and gross, but it seems you're stuck like this for the foreseeable future.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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