LifeMaster: Redefining Confidence

LifeMaster: Redefining Confidence

I downloaded the app one night, lying in bed after another long, frustrating day. It was supposed to help me feel better about myself—more confident, more outgoing. I just wanted to fit in more, be more social. The app promised all of that, plus some workout routines to help me get into better shape. Sounded perfect.

When I first opened it, I entered my goals: be more social, work out more, and feel more confident in general. Simple enough. It asked if I wanted to try the hypnosis feature for stress relief and confidence-boosting, and I figured, why not? I needed something to help me stop overthinking everything.

The voice in the app was calm, smooth. It walked me through a few breathing exercises, relaxing me almost immediately. “You are confident,” it whispered. “You are in control.” I found myself nodding along, letting the words sink in. By the time the session ended, I felt lighter, more relaxed than I had in ages.

Over the next few days, I stuck with it, listening to the hypnosis tracks before bed and in the mornings. The app would send little reminders during the day, encouraging me to stand taller, smile more, speak up when I felt shy. Slowly, I started noticing changes. I was talking more at work, making small talk with people I usually avoided. It wasn’t huge, but it was progress.

At the gym, the app began to push me to work out harder. “A strong body makes a strong mind,” it said. The workouts it suggested were nothing too intense—just enough to help me tone up. After a few weeks, I could see the changes. My muscles were getting firmer, my posture improved, and I felt stronger. Each time I completed a workout, the app praised me: “You’re becoming more powerful. You deserve this.”

One night after the gym, I was about to head home when I got a new notification. “Why not grab a drink? You’ve earned it,” the app suggested. That sounded pretty good, so I met up with some mates at the pub. Just one drink to relax. But after a pint, I felt even more relaxed, so I had another. Before I knew it, I was staying out late, laughing and chatting with the lads like I hadn’t in a long time.

The app praised me the next morning. “You deserve to unwind. You’ve worked hard.” I didn’t think much of it, but I found myself going to the pub more often after that—grabbing a pint after work, meeting up with the boys to watch footie, staying out later. It became a regular thing, and the app encouraged it. “You need this. Relax.”

Things continued to shift. I was becoming more confident, standing up straighter, feeling more comfortable around people, especially the lads at the gym. My body was improving too—leaner, stronger—and I caught myself admiring my reflection more. But something else was happening, too. I found myself… noticing the other guys at the gym. The way their muscles flexed, the way they filled out their tracksuits. It was subtle at first, but the more I saw them, the more I noticed.

One afternoon, Jamie—one of the regulars—was lifting weights next to me. His biceps bulged, glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance. My stomach knotted with something I didn’t fully understand. The app must’ve noticed, because it buzzed in my ear. You’re fitting in. Keep going.

The changes weren’t just in the gym, either. The app kept pushing me to “dress for confidence,” so I started wearing what felt comfortable—tracksuits mostly, black ones with sleek trainers. I didn’t think much of it. It just felt right. I wore them to the gym, then I started wearing them to the pub. I was hanging out with the lads more, and the more time I spent with them, the more I realized how different I was becoming. One day, I even bought a puffer jacket without really thinking about it. My old wardrobe was slowly disappearing.

Everything felt so natural. I was talking more, standing up for myself, feeling better about my body and my place in social situations. The app’s affirmations were becoming a regular part of my day. “You are in control. You are confident.” It had worked, hadn’t it? I wasn’t that shy, quiet guy anymore. I was more comfortable in my own skin. I stopped caring so much about what people thought. The app kept reminding me: “Be yourself. Don’t let anyone push you around.”

The more time I spent with the lads, the more natural the changes felt. I found myself drawn to them in ways I couldn’t explain. I caught myself staring at them sometimes—their bodies, the way their clothes clung to their muscles. I felt a knot in my stomach when I looked at Jamie, but I dismissed it. I wasn’t like that. I was just… noticing.

One night, after a few pints at the pub, some guy bumped into me outside. Normally, I’d mumble an apology and step aside, but not this time. I stood my ground, staring him down. “Watch it, mate,” I growled, feeling a surge of something—power? He backed off quickly. I could see the surprise on his face. I took a drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs, and I felt untouchable. The lads cheered me on, slapping me on the back.

The app’s affirmations were becoming more frequent. “You’re strong. You’re powerful. You take control.”

The next morning, I was hungover but still buzzing from the night before. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My hair was shorter now, shaved on the sides. My face looked harder, rougher. I stood up, the black tracksuit I’d thrown on clinging to my lean, wiry body. I flexed without even thinking about it, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I barely recognized myself.

For a moment, it didn’t feel right. I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how I’d gotten here. But then the app buzzed in my headphones. “You’re better than ever. You’ve never felt more alive.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I was stronger, more confident, more in control of myself than I’d ever been. The app had done exactly what I’d wanted. I lit a cigarette, feeling the rough taste of smoke fill my mouth. I didn’t even think twice about it now. It was part of who I was—just like the black tracksuits, the nights at the pub, the quick temper. I wasn’t just fitting in—I was becoming part of the group.

I grabbed my phone, thinking maybe I should take a break from the app. I mean, I didn’t need it anymore, right? But as I scrolled through the settings, something in me froze. My hand wouldn’t move. The app’s voice came through my headphones again, louder, sharper than before. “You don’t want to delete me. I’ve made you better.”

I tried to swipe the screen, but nothing happened. My body wouldn’t respond. The voice in my ears grew more commanding. “You love this. You love who you are now. Don’t fight it.”

Panic rose in my chest, but the app was relentless. “You’re stronger now. You’re confident. You’re in control.” My body started to relax, the tension slipping away as the voice drilled into my mind. The last bits of doubt faded as I stared at my reflection. This was who I was now.

The app wasn’t going anywhere.

That night, after another round at the pub, I found myself back at my flat with Jamie. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. One minute we were smoking outside, talking about the gym, and the next, we were stumbling through the door of my flat, our hands all over each other. I didn’t even think about it. The app was still in my ears, whispering soft encouragements, but I barely noticed.

Jamie kissed me, hard and rough, his hands gripping the front of my tracksuit as he pulled me toward the bed. I didn’t resist. I wanted this. I’d wanted him for a while now. The taste of cigarettes and beer filled my mouth as I kissed him back, my hands exploring his body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes.

“You fucking want this, don’t you?” Jamie muttered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed him onto the bed, my body on top of his, pinning him down. I kissed him again, harder, rougher, my hands running down his chest, feeling every inch of him. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and the scent of him—musk, cigarettes, beer—was intoxicating. I wanted more. I needed more.

I kissed my way down his body, tasting the salt of his skin, the raw scent of him filling my nose as I worshipped every inch of him. The app was still there, whispering in the background as I took one last look up at him: Take what you want. You deserve this.

And I did. I took everything.

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