A Past I Don't Remember

As the makeup artist adds finishing touches to your lips, you reach for your phone to check on your reward and dive deeper into your fabricated online presence. The screen glows pink immediately, Becky's animated figure bouncing excitedly across the display.

"Congrats, hot stuff! Touch task complete!" she squeals, digital confetti raining down. "Here's your reward, gorgeous!"

The numbers tick upward: +2 Return Points added to your total, bringing you to 6 points. Not enough to reverse the transformation yet, but you're making progress.

"You're killing it today! Just one more task before bedtime..." Becky winks suggestively. "But first, how about you enjoy your sexy new makeover?"

https://imgur.com/a/VHnhtgA

You glance at your reflection again, still startled by the transformation. The stylist didn't just give you a blowout—she's completely remade you. Your copper-red hair now cascades in voluminous, glossy waves past your shoulders, the extensions blending seamlessly with your natural hair. Your makeup is full glam—smoky eyes with perfectly winged liner, highlighted cheekbones that could cut glass, and plush mauve lips that make your pout look deliberately provocative.

You scroll through Instagram again, trying to piece together this alternate life history. According to the timeline, "Mia O'Sullivan" arrived in London three months ago, quickly accumulating friends and male admirers. There are photos of you at clubs you've never visited, drinking cocktails with people you've never met, all tagged with names that mean nothing to you. Your captions grow increasingly flirtatious as the weeks progress.

A photo from two weeks ago shows you pressed against a tall man with dark hair—Matt, your former self—both of you clearly drunk, his hand visibly squeezing your ass. The caption reads: "When the artist wants to make me his muse #ComplicatedFeelings"

The comments section is filled with suggestive remarks:

"You two need to just fuck and get it over with already"

"Matt's been talking about you nonstop at work"

"Didn't you say he was too boring for you? "

You keep scrolling, finding a post from just five days ago—a mirror selfie in a tiny black dress with the caption: "Sometimes you need to show him exactly what he's missing #MovingOn"

The comments reveal the fabricated drama:

"Girl, he's not worth it"

"Jamie's way hotter anyway"

"Matt's been telling everyone YOU were too clingy lmao"

You switch to your texts, finding conversations with at least a dozen men—all seemingly casual hookups or flirtations. The messages from Matt (yourself) are particularly unsettling:

"You can't just ghost me after what happened"

"Fine, keep ignoring me. Jamie's been bragging to the whole gym about what you two did in the bathroom at Pulse"

"David said you're back in town. We need to talk."

The last message from five days ago: "This isn't what I wanted, Mia."

"All done!" The stylist's voice pulls you back to reality as she spins your chair toward the mirror one final time. "What do you think?"

"It's..." You struggle for words, staring at this polished, seductive version of yourself. "Amazing."

Clara appears behind you, practically bouncing with excitement. "David is waiting outside—he didn't want to intrude on the 'girl time.' Ready to knock his socks off?"

You nod, tucking your phone away as you stand. The mirror catches your reflection—this emerald wrap dress paired with your glamorous new hair and makeup transforms you completely. You look like the Instagram version of yourself: confident, sexy, and thoroughly feminine.

David's reaction when you step outside confirms it. His eyes widen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "Wow," he says simply, his gaze lingering on your face. "You look..."

"Incredible, right?" Clara finishes for him, looking pleased with herself. "Gloss & Glam never disappoints."

David just nods, seemingly at a loss for words.

20:45 | Saturday 2 August 2025 | Outside Gloss & Glam Salon, Putney

[Tasks Today: 3/4 complete] | [Return Points: 6]