It was... yourself? The male you leers down at... her... also your cleavage. How was any of this possible. You blink as Michael looks you over as he proclaims, "I don't remember exactly when I added you... but I'm glad I did." He says as he takes out a whistle. Your about to ask how this is possible when he blows it. "Come on girls! its time for the volleyball tournament!"
Your filled with a sudden giddy glee! You loved Volleyball... suddenly. You had to get first place no matter what... for some reason. It seems like all the girls are suddenly so immediately motivated. You realize what is happening to you more or less. You were a girl in this place, and beholden to the same base programming as the other girls. However the other Michael existed what he said went, and you programmed it so that when you blow that whistle and make an order the girls obey happily. But... you were aware... maybe you could fight it. You struggle but... you can't break free as the net appears in front of you, you hear yourself groan as you struggle against your new desire to play volley ball, when you realize you can speak. Maybe you could talk your way out of this.
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