The Girl Test: Bonus Chapter

I felt a bit awkward being used as a ‘poster girl’ for Hans’s VR program. They seemed to think that my success story was especially remarkable. And I suppose that it had gone pretty well, almost entirely thanks to Hans’s simulations.

So whenever I came back to Canada to visit from Poland, I made a point of stopping in to Hans’s office. We would grab lunch and he would tell me about some of his crazier clients, like the girl who was trying to fight her now eighth DUI charge. “I think they just need to take her license away,” I said.

Sometimes I wondered if Hans liked me. He was always so excited to see me, and he would blush through every lunch. But he was so married to his work; it was hard to imagine him as a partner. Not to mention the fact that we lived in different countries.

He set up a photoshoot for me during my latest trip to Canada. It was a bit weird—a new experience for me. The photographer had previously worked for a number of magazines. They wanted to use me for a new ad, to flaunt the program’s success. When the photographer told me he previously worked for Playboy, I looked at Hans, who was blushing, suggesting he knew that before hiring him.

I posed for the shots. I felt silly, but cute. They made me surprisingly sexy for the ad: a cute little dress, posing on a soft couch. Some of the poses felt provocative, but they ended up using more ‘safe’ shots. I think Hans maybe wanted the sexy shots for himself; he was paying for the whole thing, after all.

“You’re a naughty old man, Hans,” I laughed afterwards.

He blushed and said, “What? I didn’t tell you to pose like that. He did.”

“You hired him.”

Hans just stood there with a guilty look on his face. Then, he changed the subject. “While you’re in town, I want you to test out one of my new projects. It’s only been tested by maybe ten people—and I’d love for you to give it a good run. Your brain waves were so receptive to the old units. You gave us so much valuable information. Even just a hour-long test in the new system. Two or three hours at most.”

“Hours?”

“It’s more comprehensive than the last system.”

“Sure. What is the simulation? DMV wait room simulator?”

He laughed. “No. It’s actually designed for… romance. Dating.”

“A dating simulator?”

“Correct. You can choose from a number of locations—restaurants here in town—and then you give it your date’s social media information and it downloads everything it can to make a model. You’d be surprised how accurate it is just based on downloading pictures, and analyzing the wording of bios.”

“You want me to go on a pretend date? With who?” I asked. 

“I don’t know. We’ll just pick someone. I’ll let you pick the person.” 

So we went to his office. We went into a database of all the profiles he’d ‘downloaded’. There were thousands. It was kind of fun, blushing as I passed pretty girls and handsome men. I still wasn’t sure what my preference was. I liked girls; I always had. But since coming out as trans, I had weird feelings for men too.

But then, I stopped when I saw a stunning girl—and her profile wasn’t pink or blue. It was yellow. “What’s with that girl?”

“She’s listed as gender-fluid, so we didn’t give her a male or female profile. She presents female in her photos. But I believe she’s biologically male.” 

I blushed hard.

“Do you want to date her?” Hans asked with a chuckle.

“Okay. Let’s try her.”

“Fantastic. I’ll load it up. Obviously, a date can take a while, so I’m going to pop out. I have to pick up my kids from my ex’s house and take them to my parents place, which isn’t exactly close. You’re okay here alone?”

It was weird being in that office building alone, at night. I was used to it being so busy and bright. Now, it was so desolate, which made it seem even bigger. 

He hooked me up to a sleeker unit and then typed a bit on his computer, and then he said, “I’m taking off. Call me if you need anything.” 

I smiled, and then the simulation began.

She was just as stunning in real life. I felt my cheeks burning hot when she came to meet me at the table. 

I’d forgotten how realistic these simulations were. And this one was especially realistic. Down the street, I could see for miles. I could have pulled out a microscope and looked at microorganisms. 

And her eyes! They were so captivating. That deep green colour, like little galactic orbs. “You’re cute,” I said bluntly, feeling a nervousness sweep over me. I was used to those simulations, but they always felt real. Even knowing they were fake, it was hard to just be open and careless.

She giggled. “You’re cute too.”

We did a bit of chatting. She was funny. She was, quite literally, a part-time comedian. “You’re too pretty to be telling jokes on stage,” I said.

She laughed. “What is that supposed to mean? Should I be stripping instead?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t be upset about that,” I blushed. 

“You’re just horny,” she giggled. 

“Maybe.” 

“That’s okay. I like that.”

In a panic, I took off the headset. I was blushing too hard. I was mad at myself a moment later, knowing that it meant restarting the whole date, and I wasn’t sure I had time for that. But when I put the headset back on, the date picked up where it left off—apparently a new feature with Hans’s new system.

I stared into her eyes. “Sorry if I’m being inappropriate.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “It’s flattering. I’m having fun.”

“I wish you were real,” I said. 

“I know. Me too.”

It was a weird answer. 

“I wish you lived in Poland.”

“My grandparents were actually born in Poland,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to live somewhere else.”

Then, I blurted out everything I knew about Polish immigration—which, after years of dealing with it, was a lot. She giggled and nodded along, and said, “Well, if this works out… Maybe I’ll consider it.” 

I eyed the time. I knew that Hans would be back within the hour. I knew I didn’t have time to do much… unless I was extremely forward about what I wanted. “Look. You’re not real, though I wish you were…”

“Well, I’m based on a real person, and you could just go and find me.”

“I literally might.”

“Good.”

“But…” I said. “Okay, I’m just going to sound like a perv and disconnect if you reject me. But we should go and fuck in the bathroom.”

“I’m down for that,” she smiled.

Her quick answer took me by surprise. “R—Really?”

She nodded, smiling softly.

We stood up together. We walked slowly together, not drawing too much attention as we left our table. We slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and a moment later, I was on my knees. She pulled her short skirt up, showing me her tight bulge. I gasped, peeling down her panties to let her half-erect cock out. 

“Please tell me the real you is just like this,” I whispered.

“Exactly the same,” she smiled. “Only… realer.” 

I took her cock in my mouth. I sucked. She let out a soft moan: a beautiful sound that tugged at my heart. I sucked her until she was solid in my mouth: throbbing, with her foreskin tightly pulled back. “I want a turn too,” she said softly.

So we traded places. I stood and she got on her knees. She sucked on my cock expertly, drawing circles with her tongue around my tip. My legs trembled. My face burned hot. 

“Do we have much time left?” she asked, looking up into my eyes.

“A little bit,” I whispered.

“What would you rather? My cock in your ass, or your cock in mine?” 

“Let’s try to be quick and do both.” 

She spun around and pressed her palms against the wall. “Okay. Fuck me hard and fast.” She giggled. I got up behind her. Her skirt fell down onto my shaft as I put my tip against her hole. The skirt was so soft. I reached around to grip her meat in my hand. It felt so good; so thick, so warm, so satisfying. 

I pushed into her, making her moan. I pushed deep. She turned her head and I leaned in. We kissed while I thrusted. I pumped her hard shaft, feeling the bulge of her tip. “Harder, please,” she said.

“I like how you said please,” I giggled.

I fucked her harder against that simulated bathroom wall. 

“Don’t cum,” she moaned. “I want to cum together.”

“Okay, then I have to stop,” I said, pulling out of her suddenly. That made her gasp. 

“Careful!” she said, grabbing her ass, as if my quick move hurt.

“Sorry,” I blushed. 

We both giggled. We traded places. She was bigger than me. A lot bigger. Her cock swelled as she pressed the first couple inches into me. “You’re so tight.”

“I’m normal,” I said. “You’re just huge.” 

She pushed deeper. A few more inches. I wanted to ask her to slow down, but I knew there was no time. “Put it all in,” I said, voice strained. “Just… fucking fuck me.” I knew it would hurt, but I knew it was simulated pain. I knew there would be no real damage if she fucked me too hard—so I gave her full permission to terrorize me. And she did. She pushed so hard I screamed. So deep that I nearly collapsed. Then she pumped me so viciously that I almost fainted. 

She thrusted hard and deep, using every inch she had—and she had many. I was drooling. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I moaned weird noises, but couldn’t help it. 

“Okay,” she said, panting. “I—I’m cumming.”

“Me too,” I managed to say.

She cupped my tip with the palm of her hand. She wanted to feel me explode. I felt her gushing into me: that amazing feeling that I remembered from previous simulations. It was enough to push me over the edge. I filled her palm with my gooey substance. 

A moment later, we were both spent. 

“I’d love to stay and chat,” I said. “But I really, really have to go.”

“I understand,” she said with the cutest smile I’d ever seen. I hated to go. I hated that I would probably never see her again. I had a flight back to Poland in just eight hours.

I pulled off the headset with a heavy heart. Then, I heard footsteps. Hans was back—perfect timing. 

I looked down. Cum was running down my thighs. The simulation made me ejaculate. Oops. 

I tried to wipe off the cum, and the wet spot on my skirt. I took a deep breath and tried to act casual. “How did it go?” he asked.

“It was fun,” I said, trying hard not to blush. 

“Any glitches?”

“Nope. Just a normal date.”

“Good. So you won’t mind if I replay the footage with the team tomorrow?” 

I turned dark red. “Um…”

He stared at me. “You had sex with her, didn’t you?” 

“Maybe.” 

He sighed. Then he laughed. We chatted for a bit, and then I went on my way, to get ready for my flight home. And when I returned to Poland, I decided to look that trans girl up—the real one. I sent her a very awkward message, which wasn’t easy to write without sounding like a creep. “I went on a simulated date with you a few days ago, and it went really well. I know this sounds weird, but I’d really like to get to know the real you.”

She replied the same day. “That’s crazy! Because I have a meeting at the simulation lab tomorrow to try out their date simulator! Maybe I’ll get to go on a date with you.”

And the next night, she sent me another message. “So I picked you for my simulated date. The Hans guy told me that it was a very accurate representation of you. And, well… I’m wondering what you think of meeting up? I’ve always wanted to visit Poland, and now I feel like I have a good excuse.” 

“I’d love that,” I wrote. It was weird. We’d both dated each other, but we’d never actually seen each other before. Now, she was booking her flight and I was clearing my schedule to spend time with her. 

And I felt weirdly hopeful that this was going to a serious relationship. Maybe even the relationship of my dreams.