Go out to the kitchen and join David for lunch

You sashay into the kitchen, your hips swaying with an exaggerated motion that feels natural to your new body. The heels click-clack against the tile floor as you struggle to maintain your balance—a task made more difficult by your simplified thought processes.

"Hiiiii," you call out, the word stretching longer than you intended, ending with a little giggle that bubbles up from nowhere.

David turns from the counter where he's laying out sandwiches and drinks, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your appearance. Something seems different about you compared to just twenty minutes ago when he left.

"Hey," he responds, his gaze lingering on your face. "You seem... different."

You twirl a platinum blonde strand around your finger, pouting slightly. "Different how?"

"I don't know," David says, sliding a sandwich across the counter toward you. "Just... more..."

"More what?" you prompt, batting your eyelashes without even realizing you're doing it.

He smirks, clearly enjoying whatever change he's noticing. "Never mind. Chicken and avocado okay?"

"Omigod, that's like, totally my fave!" you exclaim, then pause, startled by your own enthusiastic response. You've never particularly cared about chicken and avocado sandwiches before.

You perch carefully on a barstool, conscious of how little your skirt covers when you sit. The leather feels cool against your bare thighs. When you reach for the sandwich, your movements are dainty and precise, as if you've always eaten this way.

"So," David begins, leaning across the counter toward you. "How long are you planning to stay?"

You take a small bite, chewing thoughtfully—though the thought process feels strangely limited, like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. "I dunno," you finally respond. "Matt didn't really say?"

The words come out automatically, perpetuating the fiction that Matt is someone else entirely.

"Right," David nods, his expression calculating. "And you two are...?"

"We're just, like..." you giggle, waving your hand vaguely, "you know. Having fun?"

David's smile widens. "Fun. I see."

A strange heat blooms between your thighs as he holds your gaze, and you cross your legs, the movement drawing his attention downward. You feel a throb of arousal that seems directly connected to his obvious interest. Your body—designed to be "always wet and ready"—responds to his attention with embarrassing intensity.

"So what are your plans for today?" he asks, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

You blink, trying to formulate a plan, but your thoughts scatter like confetti. Planning feels hard now—like trying to grasp at fog. "I should probably, like... get some more clothes and stuff? Since Matt's are way too big."

"I could take you shopping," David offers immediately, his tone casual but his eyes anything but.

A little voice in the back of your mind—the last remnants of Matt—tries to sound an alarm, but it dissolves into giggles before it can form a coherent warning.

"That would be, like, super nice of you!" you hear yourself say, beaming at him.

14:05 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

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