"Crap, I hate this part of town," 20-year-old Eddie Cho sighed as his sputtering red moped came to a stop outside a dilapidated apartment complex. Double-checking the address scrawled into the piece of notepad paper he'd received from his boss, he pulled the hood of his red hoodie over his messy black hair and dismounted the bike under the light drizzle of rain from the grey skies above.
A thermal backpack slung over his shoulders, the young man followed the instructions on the paper and went to room 305 on the third floor. Knocking on the maroon, chipped-paint door, Eddie watched as a scruffy-looking man in a white tank top answered.
"Uh—Mister Merkel? You had a 2 piece dark meat and a small mashed potato?" he asked as he withdrew a plastic bag containing several Styrofoam boxes from his backpack.
"Yup, that's me," the customer smiled as he received the food.
"Great, that'll be $5.49, please," the young man asked with his hand held out.
The older man paused for a moment, before poking his head out the door to make sure that no one was looking. A second later, he roughly pushed his hand into Eddie's chest, and shoved him away before slamming the door in his face.
"H-hey!! Pay up, you asshole!" Eddie demanded as he banged on the door with his fist. "C'mon, man, have a heart! My boss is going to take this out of my paycheck!"
Receiving no reply, he groaned in annoyance and made his way back downstairs while he reluctantly called his employer.
"You lost another order?" an angry man's voice on the other end of the phone replied. "Dammit, Cho, at Guzman's Chicken, we need employees who see the delivery through to the end. If you encounter tough customers, you just need to show a little spine!"
"B-but sir, what if someone pulls a knife on me?" Eddie complained. "I don't want to get stabbed over fried chicken!"
"I don't want your excuses!" His boss continued. "Now if you lose another order, I'm docking your hours next week!"
"Y-yes sir," Eddie mumbled as he hung up, before sitting back down on his moped to make the next delivery.
"Could today get any worse?"
As it turned out, it could.
"Yo, yo, yo! If it isn't little Cho!" a voice teased crudely as a trio of thugs appeared from around the corner.
"Shit, Lawson and his merry band of idiots," Eddie muttered under his breath as the broad-shouldered brutes cut off his escape by blocking the driveway out of the complex.
Theo Lawson was the highschool bully that graduated with Eddie's class, but unlike most kids who at least attempted to do something with their lives after school, Theo and his equally-underachieving gang still roamed the streets harassing those that couldn't defend themselves.
"Mmm, something smells good," the red-haired bully smirked as got behind Eddie and yanked the pack from behind him. "Oh shit, Guzman's! I love that place; they make some half-decent chicken."
"P-please give that back," Eddie groaned as he watched the other two boys go through the bag to commandeer the rest of the orders within. "By job is probably on the line now."
"Sorry, Cho, but to leave this complex you need to uh…pay the chicken tax," Theo laughed mockingly as his two friends joined in. "Now that we've lightened your load, you can go ahead on your way."
Eddie merely stared in dismay as they chortling bullies started to chow down on the food that he still had to deliver, before wordlessly driving off as the thugs yelled back at him to come back the next day to feed them again.
"Seriously!? At this rate, you're not going to have a paycheck left for me to deduct from!" Eddie's boss berated him over the phone upon him notifying the older man that he'd lost a few more orders. "Know what? You're going down to one shift a week. 12-3 on Mondays."
"A single 3 hour shift? I can't live off that," the young man groaned in disbelief. "Please, sir, I'll do—
The phone promptly hung up. Hanging his head in shame, Eddie decided to head straight home seeing that he wouldn't have to return to the restaurant for nearly a week. Parking his moped around the side of the ground-floor apartment of the run-down strip mall where he and his older sister lived. Located beneath a sketchy immigration firm, the apartment was more or less a single room with two couches in it, one that slept Eddie on the other his sister, Jasmine.
"Eddie, bro, how was your day?" Jasmine greeted from over a steaming pot that was bubbling over a single hot plate. "Its spaghetti again, tonight. I'm sure you're pretty sick of it by now, but its so cheap to make, plus it feeds us for days."
"I'm not complaining, beats fried chicken," Eddie groaned as he fell onto his couch. "By the way, my hours got cut again, so I'm going to need to find another job."
"Oh shit yeah, I can't pay rent on my own," the young, dark long-haired 23-year-old replied as she tapped the end of the wooden spoon that she was holding against her lips. "I mean, I could see if the convenience store could do with another clerk. Of course, that would mean I'd have to share my hours with you."
"Nah, I'll figure it out on my own," Eddie shrugged as he turned over, simply wishing for the day to be over. "You do enough for me as is. I wish I could treat you to the good life, you deserve you. You actually worked really hard in school, unlike me."
"Awe, my kid brother wants to look after me," Jasmine chuckled. "Wouldn't that be nice. I could use the easy life for a change."
Grinning, Eddie turned around on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment, lamenting on his life. Life hadn't been easy for him or his sister since their parents both died in a car wreck a few years prior, but flunking out of college only seemed to send his dreams of the future crashing into rock-bottom.
"I wish we didn't have to live this hard life," Eddie continued to lament as he kept his eyes shut, the smell of boiled noodles hitting his nose as his sister cooked on. "I wish I had a way to level up in this world."
[Wish granted. Unspecified parameters noted. System randomization in progress.]
Blinking in disbelief, Eddie could have sworn that he'd just seen the white-font text appear in his mind, but thinking it to be his imagination, he shrugged it off and began to doze off.
[System loading]
[.......]
[Random system selected. Assigning 'Bimbo-Touch System'.]
"What the hell?" Eddie asked out loud as he sat up on the couch, blinking again as the white letters in front of him slowly faded from view. "Jas, do you see that? Those letters?"
"What the crap are you talking about?" Jasmine laughed as she wiped some spaghetti sauce from her white crop top. "Only thing I see is you freaking out."
[System loading]
[.........….]
[Welcome to the Bimbo-Touch System. Say 'Stats' to display your progress.]
"Oh what the crap, what the crap?" Eddie stammered in disbelief as he slid off the couch and onto the floor, grasping at this air as he attempted to touch the letters that kept appearing in front of him. "This isn't real, I've got to be dreaming."
"Eddie, calm down, what's going on?" Jasmine asked, now concerned as her brother seemed genuinely freaked out.
"What the hell is a 'bimbo-touch system?'" he asked, shaking his head as the letters faded from view again.
"I don't know, but it sounds perverted," the young woman giggled as she bent down and offered Eddie her hand. "Now come on and get up. The food should be done by now."
"Y-yeah, I think I'd better go to bed early after this," he laughed as he reached up and took the hand of his sister. "I must just be overtired or—
Eddie froze as his sister suddenly became enveloped in a bright light the moment he touched her hand, where a swirling orange glow wrapped around her figure and began to warp her illuminated silhouette before his very eyes. As quickly as it began, the light faded, but what now stood before the young man did not at all resemble Jasmine Cho.
"What's wrong now, hun? You look like you've seen a ghost." A tall, voluptuous blonde woman asked as her massive chest hung down weightily over his face.
"AHHHHHH what the fuck!?" Eddie screamed as he scooted away from the strange woman as he looked her up and down. "Who are you? Where's my sister?"
In place of Jasmine, who was 5'4 on a good day and had messy, medium-length black hair, was instead a 5'9 woman with long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Dressed in Jasmine's relaxed outfit of a white crop top and beige shorts, the blonde's voluptuous body was stretching the small clothes greatly, where her large breasts had busted out of the tiny A-cup bra while her large but firm booty stuck out far behind her, swaying hypnotically with every step she took.
"Eddie, you're scaring me," the stranger continued, covering her mouth dramatically with her hands. "I am your sister, silly."
Eddie was too busy looking at the white letters that had just appeared before him to reply.
[Touch successful. +5 EXP]