Attempt to delete app anxiously, half-joking about always being this way.

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

Frustration and panic coiling through your new body, you tap frantically at the phone screen, searching for any way to delete the Perfect Girlfriend App. Your slender fingers navigate to the settings menu, then to application management, movements precise despite the unfamiliar delicacy of your hands.

"Maybe I could just..." you mutter, your feminine voice still jarring to your ears, "pretend I was always like this?" The suggestion comes out half-jokingly, a nervous laugh punctuating the words as you locate the delete button and press it firmly.

The screen flashes pink, then Becky's avatar expands to fill the display, her digital breasts bouncing as she laughs. Her glossy lips form an exaggerated pout.

"Oh sweetie, that's adorable!" she coos, twirling her blonde hair. "You can't just delete me. I'm part of you now!" She blows a kiss toward the screen, leaving a lipstick mark that slowly fades. "The PGA isn't just an app—it's a lifestyle transformation system!"

The delete confirmation dialog box suddenly glitches, pixelating before reforming as a pink heart with "ACCESS DENIED" pulsing in the center.

"Fuck," you mutter, your scientist's mind already calculating alternatives even as your new body responds with unexpected sensations—a flutter in your stomach, a tightness in your chest that has nothing to do with the weight of your new breasts.

David, who's been watching your efforts from across the kitchen, clears his throat. "Pretend you were always Sophie?" He repeats your words carefully, a strange expression crossing his face. "That's... not the worst idea, actually. I mean, until we figure something out."

"What do you mean?" You look up, adjusting your glasses—a gesture that feels both foreign and natural.

"Well, you'll need a cover story, right?" David leans against the counter, his eyes lingering on your transformed features. "We can't exactly tell people Scott transformed into a woman. Maybe Sophie could be... I don't know, Scott's girlfriend who's staying while he's away?"

"That's ridiculous," you respond, but even as you say it, your analytical mind begins considering the practicalities. "But I suppose my alternatives are limited."

Becky's avatar miniaturizes to the corner of the screen, her voice taking on a sing-song quality. "Ooooh, playing pretend! Fun! And hey, if you want those Babe Bucks for changes, I've got some super easy tasks you could start with!"

You glare at the screen, but the mention of Babe Bucks pulls your attention back to the possibility of reversal. The phone vibrates in your hand, notifications appearing for "Daily Tasks" and "Quick Buck Opportunities."

"I need to think," you say, setting the phone down but noticing it continues to glow insistently. Your stomach growls—a reminder that despite everything, your new body still has basic needs.

"We should probably get some food," David suggests, his voice gentler than usual. "And maybe... figure out what you're going to wear? Those pajamas are a bit big on you now."

You look down at your loose t-shirt, suddenly aware of how it hangs differently on your transformed frame, the neckline slipping to reveal more collarbone than you're comfortable with.

12:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London