Princess pats your padded butt and makes sure your layers of frills and lace are in place. She paints a pair of pink hearts on your cheeks and makes sure your lips match. She clicks the padlocks into place on your corset, high heels, and the long pink wig cascading to your butt.
She tugs your big fairy princess wings into place and gives you one more big hug. “Okay, dear. Your fairy princess wand here has just enough money for bus fare and to pay the locksmith to take two of your locks off.”
“But I have three locks, Princess!”
“Guess you'll have to pick one to keep or find some other way to pay. And because good girls don't talk back...” She pokes your nose. “Programming mode on. Whenever someone says the word 'wish', you will be the Kiss Fairy for five minutes.”
“You will become giggly, perky, introduce yourself to everyone around, and tell them that you'll give anyone a kiss wherever they want! Programming complete. Compile and install.”
Your eyes flutter. Big smile for the Kiss Fairy you don't know is in your head yet!
Princess gives you a kiss on the forehead and nudges you towards the door. “Better hurry. The locksmith is all the way across town and you only have a few hours. Remember, there's plenty of people watching online, so you can ask them for help if you get in trouble. Have fun!”
Look at you. Coming home from a long day at work. You in your horn-rimmed glasses, big old sweater, and your ankle-length skirt. All you want to do is sit down in front of the TV, spread out on the couch, and play some video games.
Your system whirs to life. You don't notice the camera flickering on. Nor do you notice the whispering slipping from your headphones and into your mind. “Get comfortable.” It urges. You comply by letting your hair down. Red streaks appear what used to be a boring brown bun.
“More.” It whispers.
Your glasses are next. You can see fine without them. You toss over your shoulder.
“Is it hot in here?”
You peel your sweater off. You look down to notice the extra-short crop top that barely covers your boobs. “XxGraceSlut69xX” it proudly advertises.
The doll mode programming in your brain kicks in. You're not some frumpy nerd! You kick off your skirt to reveal something much cuter and shorter. You're GraceSlut69, the cleavage-iest streamer in town! And you better believe you're gonna show those puppies to the camera.
Your streamer persona has triggers that only work when you read them in chat. Once your viewers figure that out, don't be surprised if you spend more time masturbating, changing costumes, and having your IQ adjusted than actually playing the game.
“Okay, everyone~!” You giggle, rolling back on screen in your cheerleader outfit. “For the next half hour, every five dollars donated is a point off my IQ, but I go back to normal every time I come. And as always, I stroke every time I see or hear my princess's name!”