Go to Matt's room to find some clothes that might fit your new body

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

You hurry down the hallway toward Matt's bedroom—your bedroom, you remind yourself—with David's eyes following your every move. Each step sends unfamiliar sensations rippling through your new body: the bounce of breasts, the sway of hips, the slick wetness between your thighs.

"I'll just... find something to wear," you call back, your voice still startlingly high and feminine.

David leans against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed. "Good luck with that. Matt's clothes aren't exactly going to fit... you."

Inside your room, you close the door and lean against it, heart racing. The space feels simultaneously familiar and foreign—your posters, your mess, your life, but now viewed through different eyes. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror on the closet door and freeze.

The reflection staring back is a stranger—a gorgeous half-Asian, half-European woman with sharp features and cascading platinum blonde waves. Your white t-shirt clings to perfect C-cup breasts, their nipples visibly pierced through the thin fabric. The boxers hang loose on your dramatically narrowed waist but stretch tight across newly voluptuous hips.

"Oh fuck," you whisper, watching your glossy pink lips form the words.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. Becky appears on screen, clapping excitedly.

"Looking good, babe! But those boy clothes? Ew! They're already making you itchy, right? Better find something sexy quick!"

As if on cue, your skin begins to burn where the loose cotton touches it. You frantically pull open your dresser drawers, but everything inside is massive compared to your new frame.

Behind your winter sweaters in the bottom drawer, you spot something colorful—a small shopping bag you don't recognize. Inside, you find lacy underwear, a push-up bra, and a note reading "For when you stay over. -Jessica." David's ex must have left these here after your one-night stand.

You hesitate, the silky fabric feeling alien in your hands. But the itching grows unbearable. With trembling fingers, you strip off the oversized clothes and slide into the black lace panties. They fit perfectly, hugging your new curves like they were made for you. The matching bra takes several fumbling attempts to clasp, but once on, it pushes your breasts together into an impressive cleavage.

"Much better!" Becky chirps from the phone screen. "But still need an outfit, hon! Check the closet!"

You pull open the closet door, expecting only your regular clothes, but tucked in the back is a small section of women's clothing you've never seen before—a tight black minidress, skinny jeans, crop tops, and several pairs of heels.

"Those weren't there before," you mutter, reaching for a red crop top.

"The app provides!" Becky giggles. "Just a little something to get you started. Your new body needs the right packaging!"

The knocking at your door makes you jump.

"You okay in there... Mia?" David asks, his voice carrying an edge of curiosity. "Need any help?"

"N-no, I'm fine," you call back, quickly pulling on the red crop top and a black mini skirt that barely covers your ass. The clothes instantly soothe your irritated skin, the revealing fabric feeling oddly right against your new form. Your fingers find a pair of strappy black heels that make you wobble as you slip them on.

When you finally emerge from the bedroom, David's jaw literally drops. His eyes travel from your platinum blonde hair down to your heels, lingering on every curve in between.

"Holy shit," he breathes. "Mia?"

"Yeah?" you respond automatically to your new name, then bite your lip in confusion.

He steps closer, his expression shifting from shock to interest. "Where did you get those clothes?"

"I... found them," you answer truthfully, though even you aren't sure exactly how they appeared.

David's hungry gaze makes something flutter inside you—a new sensation of pleasure at being desired that mingles confusingly with your growing arousal. Your body feels primed, ready, **** for touch in ways you've never experienced.

"You look... different," he says, which might be the understatement of the century.

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