State-mandated girlfriends: they're a thing now. What a time to be alive, right? Born too late to explore the world, born too early to explore the cosmos, but you were born in just the right time to see state-mandated girlfriends to become a thing. When the boys started getting them, it was a mixed bag. Naturally, since forcing women to become romantic partners for people they didn't even know existed until then is a little...morally wrong...the government only provided those who volunteered. So it was women who were lonely in the first place, or were fresh off of something like a breakup or divorce. One got an older recently-divorced woman in her 40s (who he called a MILF, rather accurately), one got a NEET femcel who described herself as a 'professional gooner', and another got a girl who's absolutely fucking insane and tied him to a chair within the first 48 hours of moving into his place.

They didn't get any notice, so you didn't either. One night, upon getting a knock at your door, you went and decided to check it out. Opening the door, you see a short and petite, rather frail looking woman around your age, who's holding a manila envelope in her hands. She has a bit of an unhinged smile and a pair of completely deranged eyes that tell you this girl is just a little bit coo-coo, or unnaturally excited.

"H-Hello...! I-I'm Ashlynn, b-but everyone c-calls me Ash-!"

She greets in a bit of a prolonged squeak, her way of speaking just about as jittery as her crazy eyes are.

"I-I'll be your s-state mandated g-girlfriend from now on-!"