Ask David’s help researching PinkTech, investigate app for self-reversal, ignore Becky.

11:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You take a deep breath, your new chest rising noticeably beneath your loose t-shirt as you turn to face David directly.

"Look, I know this sounds insane," you say, your voice still startlingly feminine yet articulate. "But that app wasn't creating a girlfriend for me to date—it was transforming me into the girlfriend I designed." You hold up the phone, showing him the interface with its gaudy pink menus. "I was hungover and thought it was just some stupid game."

David runs his hand through his hair, eyes darting between your face and your transformed body. "Jesus Christ, Scott—or... what should I even call you now?"

"Sophie," you reply automatically, then blink in surprise. You hadn't consciously chosen the name, but it feels right somehow. "The app seems to have implanted certain knowledge directly."

As you continue exploring the app's menus, deliberately ignoring Becky's animated pout and eye-rolling, you discover a section labeled "Terms & Conditions" buried beneath layers of sub-menus.

"PinkTech Industries claims no responsibility for permanent alterations to user physiology or psychology," you read aloud, your scientist's mind parsing the deliberately obfuscated legalese. "Reversal options available through accumulated Babe Bucks only... no refunds or external reversals possible... by using Lock In feature user consents to all transformative effects..."

"This can't be legal," David mutters, leaning closer to peer at the screen. His nearness sends an unexpected flutter through your stomach, a reaction your new body seems to have to his cologne and warmth.

"Can you search them online?" you ask, deliberately ignoring the sensation. "I'll keep digging through the app."

David nods, pulling out his phone while you explore deeper into the system menus. You discover a progress bar labeled "Reversal Fund" requiring 10,000 Babe Bucks—currently showing zero.

"There's nothing," David reports after several minutes of searching. "PinkTech Industries doesn't exist on Companies House, no corporate website, no social media. The app store listing links to a dead URL. It's like they're deliberately untraceable."

"The reversal option exists," you tell him, showing the screen. "But the cost is astronomical compared to what tasks seem to offer." You swipe through daily tasks offering 5-50 Bucks for activities ranging from "Take a selfie with pouty lips" to "Wear a miniskirt in public."

"So what's the plan?" David asks, his eyes lingering on your transformed face. "You going to try earning these... Babe Bucks?"

You frown, adjusting your glasses with slender fingers. "I need more data before committing to any course of action. The app clearly has an agenda—these tasks are designed to push users toward increasingly feminine and provocative behavior."

Becky's avatar pops up again, her massive digitized breasts bouncing as she speaks. "Ignoring me won't make me go away, sweetie! You're stuck with me now~"

You swipe her away irritably, continuing your analysis. "If I engage with the system, I might gain more insight into how it functions. But there's also the risk of further changes if I follow its guidelines too closely."

"Whatever you decide," David says, his expression softening, "I've got your back. This is... well, it's beyond weird, but you're still you. We'll figure it out."

Your new body responds to his support with an unexpected warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the transformation.

12:15 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London