Change into whatever sleepwear you can find and check the Perfect Girlfriend App to see if any new notifications or tasks have appeared.

Your heart still racing from that impulsive kiss, you lean against your bedroom door and survey what was once Matt's room. Everything looks both familiar and strange—the same furniture but now seeming oversized for your petite frame. You step out of the emerald wrap dress, carefully hanging it on the back of your desk chair, leaving you in just the black lace underwear David lent you this morning.

"God, I need something to sleep in," you mutter to yourself, the Irish lilt in your voice still startling.

You rummage through your dresser drawers, finding only Matt's boxer shorts and t-shirts. You pull out a faded gray University of London shirt, slipping it over your head. It hangs like a dress on your small frame, the neckline sliding off one freckled shoulder. You consider a pair of boxers but realize they'd simply fall off your narrow hips.

"This'll have to do," you sigh, climbing onto your now-too-high bed. Your copper hair fans out across the pillow as you reach for the glowing pink phone on your nightstand.

As soon as your fingers touch the screen, it brightens with a shower of pink sparkles, and Becky's cartoonish avatar appears, bouncing with excitement.

"Midnight check-in, babe! " she chirps. "You crushed it today! Full task completion plus that bonus smooch with the roomie—getting spicy already!" She fans herself dramatically. "But now it's a brand new day, which means...new tasks!"

The screen shifts to display four empty slots labeled TEASE, TEMPT, TOUCH, and TASTE, along with your current stats:

: 12/50

: Level 1 (09:15 hrs remaining)

"Ready for your first task, hun?" Becky winks. "For TEASE, I want you to take a morning selfie in just underwear and post it with the caption 'Sunday vibes' to your Insta. That'll get those followers buzzing!"

You groan and flop back against the pillows. "I just want to sleep."

"Fine, fine," Becky pouts. "The tasks will be waiting when you wake up, but remember—" her voice drops to a sinister sweetness, "—refusing means spinning the wheel, and we wouldn't want any unwanted changes, would we?"

You set the phone face-down on the nightstand, trying to ignore the faint pink glow still emanating from it. Your mind races with the day's events—the transformation, David's reaction, Clara's knowing glances, and that kiss... both kisses, actually. Your new body responds to the memory with a flutter in your stomach that's foreign yet increasingly familiar.

As fatigue washes over you, your last thought before drifting off is wondering what new challenges tomorrow will bring in this increasingly complicated new reality.

00:30 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Mia's bedroom, Putney flat

[Comfort Mode Level 1] | 09:00 hours remaining

[New Tasks Available] | Must be completed by midnight