Ask David to leave so you could try it in private

23:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney flat, bedroom

You clutch the delicate purple lingerie in your hands, feeling the impossibly soft fabric between your fingers. David stands in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the garments with undisguised interest. The tension between you crackles like static electricity.

"David," you begin, summoning a firmness to your newly feminine voice that surprises you. "I appreciate the... support, but I need some privacy to try these on."

He blinks, as if coming out of a trance. "Right. Of course." A flash of disappointment crosses his face, but he nods. "Sorry, this is all just so..." He gestures vaguely at you, at the lingerie, at the situation.

"Weird?" you offer with a small, nervous laugh.

"Fascinating," he corrects, his voice dropping an octave. He lingers a moment longer than necessary before stepping back. "I'll be in the living room if you need... anything."

As the door clicks shut behind him, you exhale slowly, not realizing you'd been holding your breath. You place the lingerie set on the bed, studying it with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. The deep purple color is richer than it appeared on screen—an aubergine shade that would complement your fair skin and blonde hair perfectly.

Slowly, you peel off the crop top and shorts, both uncomfortably tight around your enhanced curves. Standing naked before the mirror, you still feel a jolt of shock at the reflection staring back. The generous C-cup breasts, narrow waist, and now dramatically bubbled posterior create a silhouette that would be impossible without the app's intervention.

You pick up the panties first, sliding them up your legs. The fabric hugs your curves like a second skin, somehow managing to both contain and accentuate your enhanced bottom. The high-waisted cut emphasizes your narrow waist, creating an even more dramatic hourglass.

The balconette bra comes next. You fumble with the clasp—still not used to putting on bras from this angle—before finally securing it. The cups lift your breasts perfectly, creating a tempting display of cleavage while still offering enough support.

As you slip on the sheer robe, a strange sensation washes over you. The lingerie feels... active somehow. Wherever the fabric touches your skin, a subtle warmth blooms, as if the garments themselves are caressing you. Your nipples tighten against the lace, and between your thighs, an unexpected dampness begins to build.

"What the hell?" you whisper, running your hands over the fabric. The touch only intensifies the sensations, sending little sparks of pleasure radiating outward.

Your phone chimes from where you left it on the nightstand. Becky's voice floats out: "Perfect fit! Looks like somebody's feeling the magic touch already!"

You grab the phone, glaring at the animated bimbo on screen. "What did you do?"

"Just a little enhancement, babe!" Becky winks. "Every Perfect Girlfriend outfit comes with special features. The Midnight Seduction set increases sensitivity by 200%! Isn't technology wonderful?"

As if to prove her point, a slight shift of the fabric against your breast sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You gasp, bracing yourself against the dresser.

"The longer you wear it, the better it feels," Becky continues cheerfully. "Just think of it as a little helper for that timer counting down!"

The reminder of your climax deadline makes your stomach flip. With the lingerie amplifying every sensation, holding out for another five hours suddenly seems much more challenging.

23:30 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney flat, bedroom

[TIMER] | Climax deadline | 04:40 remaining