Lots to think about, and another potential person

You know you should think a lot more deeply about the evening and Samantha's last words.

Then why are you so focused on thinking out potential combinations to do with the watch?

And why do you feel so horny? You had been chill all night... but now. NOW? Walking alone and thinking back at Samantha morphing in front of your eyes is making your dick hard at this moment? not even when it happened... your mind moves to Francesca, and you wonder how she would look as a TOMBOY... but of course you couldn't just give the trait to her, and of the ones you have only IMMATURE strikes your fancy as a combination. Is there any other person you knew that you could grab something to mix?

And what would BOOK-BUFF actually do? make someone work out by carrying heavy encyclopedias around? making you muscular but with glasses? or just really strongly into books? Did you actually care about making someone a BOOK-BUFF? It made sense when you were trying to bring back Samantha's passion for books, but the more you think about it the less you actually care. It's not interesting... making her fit had been interesting.

The world wasn't minding you messing with this stuff, then why were you trying so much not to do it? Was what you felt this night guilt? Or was it just a defense mechanism for not getting the results you wanted?

What where the results you wanted, though? This you cannot tell.

Oh, you almost miss your apartment block! Thankfully you catch yourself just in time, and enter the crappy building. The elevator is busted... that means stairs.

You almost bump into Mrs. Nazarenko, fidgeting with the keys of her and her husband's apartment, muttering something in Ukrainian you don't understand. You catch yourself staring for a bit too much at her hourglass figure in the tight minidress that she's wearing.

Huh- She's home early for a friday night...

"Mh... sometimes the lock gets a bit stuck and you have to give it a strong push, let me help you with that!" you say, approaching.