Becky notices the book has been stolen

It was a difficult night for Becky. She spent most of the time awake, with her head pushing against her pillow. She had never felt so lonely in her whole life, it was likely everybody who had mattered to her had abandoned the girl. They didn't care of she found more enjoyment in her new body, no, they only wanted the old, submissive, shy Becky back, but they didn't know it was too late. Simply pressing her big boobs against the bed caused her new body to be hit by waves of excitement and sexual fervour, and she already wanted to drown her sorrow in pleasure. One of her hands quickly reached her pussy, beginning to tease it feeling its wet walls. Her breath became louder and deeper, as she begun to pleasure herself with her fingers. She imagined Zack fucking her intensely like he had done in his car, plowing his massive dick inside her. Mark was fucking her ass from behind at the same time, making the young girl scream with excitement. Her other hand quickly reached her butt, exploring its depths with a furious haste.

She woke up at the sound of her phone's alarm clock. She had spent almost an hour masturbating in her bed, but the sweat relief of sleep had finally came to her. She couldn't remember much of her dreams... But she was sure Zach was in many, many of them. In some, he had even the body of a demon, with shiny red skin and an enormous cock.

"Weird... I guess today I'll tell him, this is gonna made sex even more exciting"

She got up, realising only then that she had not changed her clothes from the past nights. Her top smelled like a used condom, and it was not very pleasant, so she quickly removed it and threw it on the floor. She went to the wardrobe, searching from something of her old self that could adapt to her new body well enough. At the end she opted for a short white shirt, which now left her bellybutton exposed to the open air. Her boobs were hard pressed against the fabric, making the buttons look like just about to explode. She also picked a pair of black shorts, a bit less provocative than the day before, but which still left her curves visible. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, realising how confident her new self appeared. She was ready to take on the world, and she would do it alone.

"What do you think about this, book? Book?"