Have David leave while completing all selfie and photo tasks privately.

15:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You grab the pink phone from the coffee table, glancing meaningfully at David. Your fingers hover over the iPad, typing quickly: NEED PRIVACY FOR THESE. PLEASE?

David reads your message, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before he masks it with understanding. "Oh, right. Of course." He rises from the sofa, stretching casually. "I should check some work emails anyway. Just... call if you need anything." He hesitates. "Though I guess you won't be calling, will you?"

You shoot him a pointed look that makes him raise his hands in surrender.

"Right, right. I'll be in my room." He backs away, lingering at the threshold. "For what it's worth, I think you're handling this amazingly well."

When the door to his bedroom finally clicks shut, you exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding. The living room feels suddenly expansive, your transformed body small within it. You examine the pink phone, opening the "Selfie Series" task. Instructions bubble onto the screen in glittering text: Take three selfies showing off your new look from different angles! Be sure to highlight what makes you special!

Your stomach twists with embarrassment, but determination hardens your resolve. You position yourself near the window where natural light streams in, holding the phone at arm's length. The front-facing camera activates, and the shock of seeing your transformed face still feels like a punch to the gut. The raven-black bixie cut with silver highlights frames a delicate face with high cheekbones that never belonged to Scott. Your large-framed glasses sit perched on a nose that's smaller, more feminine.

You swallow hard, angling your face to catch the light, and snap the first photo. The oversized hoodie hangs off one shoulder, exposing the smooth curve where your neck meets your collarbone. For the second shot, you turn to profile, highlighting the silhouette that no amount of baggy clothing can completely disguise—the gentle slope of your breasts visible even beneath the university logo.

For the final photo, you hesitate, then make a decision. You push up the sleeves of the hoodie, revealing slender arms, and allow yourself a tentative smile—not for the app's benefit, but as a silent promise to yourself that you'll overcome this.

As soon as the third photo registers, Becky's avatar twirls onto the screen with a shower of pink sparkles. "OMG, cuuuuute! You're totally getting the hang of this, babe! Not exactly centerfold material yet, but baby steps!" A notification dings as 15 Babe Bucks are added to your total. "That's 50 Bucks total now! Only 450 more for that Purity Pill you're dying for!"

You set the phone down with trembling hands, allowing yourself a moment of quiet triumph. Your first task complete, a small step toward reclaiming control of your speech, if nothing else. The victory feels hollow but necessary—a compromise with a system designed to exploit and transform you further.

A soft knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. "All done?" David calls through the wood. "Can I come back in?"

16:15 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

[Selfie Series] | [Easy] | [COMPLETED]