Okay, What is the Plan for Tonight

You head to your bedroom, eager to find something appropriate for your dinner with Clara. Opening the wardrobe, you're confronted with an unexpected sight—what was once Matt's collection of t-shirts, jeans and hoodies has been partially replaced with women's clothing. The transformation hasn't just changed your body; it's altered reality around you.

Your fingers trail across unfamiliar fabrics, stopping at a red dress you've never seen before. It's a crimson cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline, fitted bodice, and flared skirt that would hit mid-thigh. The material feels expensive, silky between your fingers.

"Where did this even come from?" you murmur to yourself, Irish lilt coloring your words.

You pull it out and hold it against your body, examining your reflection in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. The red contrasts beautifully with your copper hair and pale, freckled skin. Despite never having worn anything like this before, you can tell instinctively it would hug your newly enhanced curves perfectly.

As you undress, the Office Tease outfit practically sighs with relief as you remove it, the too-tight skirt and malfunctioning blouse falling to the floor. Standing in just your underwear, you study your transformed body—the generous C-cup breasts, the narrowed waist, the newly plumped bottom that curves outward in a way that still surprises you.

You slip the red dress over your head, letting it settle around your body. The fabric embraces your curves like it was made for you, which, you realize with a start, it probably was. The Perfect Girlfriend App seems to have anticipated everything, down to ensuring you have appropriate attire for dates.

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"How does it know?" you whisper, turning to view yourself from different angles. The dress showcases your enhanced figure without being overtly provocative—elegant rather than slutty, though the way it hugs your ass and displays your cleavage is far from modest.

You find a pair of black heels at the bottom of the wardrobe that complement the dress perfectly. As you slip them on, you're surprised at how naturally you balance in them, your body somehow knowing how to distribute weight and walk despite never having worn heels as Matt.

You select simple accessories—small gold hoop earrings and a delicate necklace—and examine the final effect. The woman in the mirror looks sophisticated, sexy without trying too hard. Perfect for dinner with Clara.

As you're putting the finishing touches on your outfit, your phone chimes with a text from Clara: "Can't wait to see you tonight. Booked us a table at Rivoli's at 7. Wear something that makes me want to take it off you later xx"

You feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach as you read her words, your body responding to the promise in her message in ways that still feel new and overwhelming.

"Message received," you murmur to your reflection, a smile playing at your lips as you admire how the red dress hugs every new curve.