Invite David in while staying naked, curious what he wants

20:30 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Matt's Bedroom, Putney

"Come in," you call out, making no move to cover your naked body. Your heart flutters with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability as you wait on Matt's bed—your bed—platinum blonde hair still damp from the shower.

The door opens slowly. David stands in the doorway, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes immediately lock onto your bare breasts, then drift lower, taking in every curve of your transformed body.

"Oh," he says, his voice catching. "I didn't realize you were... I mean, I can come back if—"

"It's fine," you reply with a giggle that bubbles up effortlessly from somewhere deep inside you. "Like, we've already seen everything, right?"

David steps into the room and closes the door behind him. He's clearly trying to maintain eye contact, but his gaze keeps drifting downward.

"I just wanted to check if you're okay," he says, running a hand through his damp hair. "What happened between us was... unexpected."

You shift on the bed, crossing your legs, acutely aware of how the movement draws his attention to the silver piercing glinting at your navel. The towel around David's waist tents slightly.

"I'm totally okay," you say, your voice naturally rising at the end of the sentence. "It was, like, super fun."

David moves closer, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. "This is all so strange," he admits. "Yesterday you were... I mean, Matt was here, and now you're here instead, and we just..."

He trails off, confusion clouding his features.

"I know it's weird," you respond, twirling a strand of platinum blonde hair around your finger. You notice how the simple gesture makes his eyes track your movements. "But like, does it have to be complicated?"

"I suppose not," David says, his voice dropping lower. "But I feel like I should be asking... what are you planning to do now? Are you staying here? Are you going back to... wherever you came from?"

The question hits you with unexpected weight. Your bimbo brain struggles with the complexity, thoughts slipping away like water through your fingers. Where would you go? This is your flat—Matt's flat—but you're not Matt anymore. Yet somehow David perceives you as Matt's girlfriend rather than Matt himself.

"I don't really have anywhere else to go," you admit, vulnerability creeping into your voice.

David's expression softens. "You can stay here as long as you need to," he says, reaching out to touch your bare shoulder. His fingertips leave trails of electricity on your skin. "I'm not going to kick out Matt's... girlfriend."

The hesitation before "girlfriend" is brief but noticeable. Something flashes behind his eyes—a momentary recognition of the impossibility of the situation—before it's gone again, smoothed over by whatever magic the app is working on his perception.

"Thanks," you say, leaning instinctively into his touch. "That's like, super nice of you."

His hand slides from your shoulder to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I should probably let you get dressed," he murmurs, though his actions contradict his words. "It's getting late, and we both need some rest after... everything."

But he doesn't move away. Instead, his eyes search yours, looking for permission, confirmation, encouragement. The heat between you builds again, familiar yet still new to your transformed body.

21:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Matt's Bedroom, Putney

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