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!"