Just try to settle into your life a little

As much as a certain overenthusiastic part of you wants to celebrate your new job by going out partying, you still have enough good sense to have a better idea for your priorities. After ordering some delivery pizza (which you didn’t eat nearly as much of as you expected, some voice in your mind reminding you not to pack on the pounds), you got to work.

What work? Why, making sure what the hell you were doing was actually feasible, of course!

To start with, you go through all your records and paperwork, and find the app is apparently more thorough than you expected. Everything in your home, official documents included, seem to show that you are in fact Jessica Muldive, from your birth certificate to your Bachelor’s Degree.

That saves you the effort of trying to find some way to make all of it match your new body, but it’s just the start. Next, you need to dump your other job. Technically, the hours between both jobs probably don’t conflict enough to make working both impossible, but you have a chance to dump this place, so you do. You write a full email detailing vague reasons for quitting and send it in to HR. You feel a little bad for being unable to give them two week’s notice, but it’s not like you’re indispensable to them anyway.

From there, you spend the next day and a half trying to really take control of your life. Maybe it’s that much higher Motivation stat the app gave you, but you haven’t felt the drive to do this much work in years!

You organize your files, start estimating your pay as a stripper and give yourself a firm monthly budget, clean your home, and even prepare for your training the next day by watching some online tutorials. You don’t really have a pole at home to practice with, but if you have any of your old male perspective left in your head, it thinks your stripteases look pretty damn good. Now, it’s the day of your training, and you’re ready to head in, head held high.