Get up and shower, then return to Matt's room

19:10 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | David's Bedroom, Putney

You disentangle yourself from David's arms, your new body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure. The unfamiliar weight of your breasts shifts as you sit up, platinum blonde hair cascading over your shoulders.

"Where are you going?" David asks, propping himself on one elbow, eyes tracing the curve of your spine down to the butterfly tattoo.

"I need to, like, shower and stuff," you reply, the valley-girl inflection coming naturally now. "Feel all sticky, you know?"

He smirks, clearly pleased with himself. "Bathroom's all yours. Towels are in the cabinet."

You pad naked across the carpeted floor, hyper-aware of his gaze following your swaying hips. In the bathroom, you catch your reflection in the full-length mirror—flushed cheeks, smudged makeup, tousled platinum hair. Your body bears the evidence of your encounter—a light bruise forming on one breast where David got carried away, his cum still trickling down your inner thigh.

The shower feels divine, hot water sluicing over curves that still feel foreign yet increasingly familiar. You wash thoroughly, discovering new erogenous zones as your soapy hands slide over soft skin. Your silver belly button piercing glints in the bathroom light, water droplets clinging to it like tiny diamonds.

After drying off, you realize you've left your clothes scattered across David's bedroom floor. Wrapping a towel around your chest (it barely covers your ass), you tiptoe back through the hallway. David has dozed off, one arm flung across the empty space where you'd been.

You gather your silver mini-dress and underwear, then slip out quietly, making your way to Matt's bedroom—your bedroom, you remind yourself with a disorienting jolt. The door creaks slightly as you push it open.

The room feels both familiar and strange. Posters on the walls, books on shelves, clothes strewn about—all Matt's possessions, all technically yours, yet they feel like artifacts from someone else's life. You drop the towel and sit naked on the edge of the bed, running your manicured fingers over the familiar bedspread.

Your phone buzzes from inside your tiny purse. You fish it out to find Becky's cartoon face beaming at you.

"Great job, babe!" she chirps. "Orgasm requirement satisfied! You've got about 12 hours before you need another one. Don't forget to check your Babe Bucks status—every bit counts toward reversing this situation... if that's still what you want." She winks knowingly before the screen returns to normal.

You glance around at Matt's room, then down at your transformed body, wondering how many more nights you'll spend like this—as Mia, not Matt—before finding a way back. If there even is a way back.

19:30 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Matt's Bedroom, Putney