Take the underwear selfie, and with your new found comfort, emulate some of the sexier pictures on your fake social media posts.

Standing in front of the mirror, you examine your reflection with newfound curiosity. The black lace bra cups your modest breasts perfectly, while the matching panties sit snug against your hips. Comfort Mode Level 2 has smoothed away the sharp edges of your panic, leaving you with a strange objectivity about your transformed body.

"Not so bad, really," you murmur, turning slightly to see your profile. The copper waves from yesterday's salon visit cascade past your shoulders, framing your freckled face.

You hold up the phone, trying to remember how girls take these kinds of photos. Your Instagram feed—the fabricated one created by the app—is full of similar images: morning stretches in skimpy pajamas, workout selfies in sports bras, casual underwear shots with captions about "self-care Sundays."

You tilt your head slightly, let your lips part in a small smile, and snap several photos from different angles. Under Comfort Mode's influence, the act feels almost routine rather than mortifying.

Scrolling through the results, you select the most flattering one—you standing with one hip cocked slightly, copper hair tumbling over one shoulder, your expression a mixture of sleepy and sultry that you didn't even know you could produce.

"Sunday vibes," you type into the caption field, adding a coffee emoji and a sparkle. Your finger hovers over the 'Share' button.

Then, a spontaneous thought flickers through your mind. David. The kisses last night. His text about coffee waiting.

Instead of posting publicly, you switch to direct messages and select David's number from your contacts. Without giving yourself time to reconsider, you hit send with a simple "Good morning" message accompanying the image.

The moment it delivers, a spike of panic cuts through even Comfort Mode's buffer. What have you done? Sent a lingerie photo to your flatmate? The man who witnessed your entire transformation?

But just as quickly as it rises, the anxiety subsides, replaced by a strange calm acceptance. It's done now. And honestly, you look cute—beautiful even. The photo captures a femininity that seems increasingly natural, even if it's only been a day.

You're pulling the oversized t-shirt back over your head when your phone chimes with Becky's notification.

"Oooh, even better than posting it public, babe! Personal delivery is SO much more effective! TEASE task complete—that's 3 Return Points earned!"

As you're reading this, another notification appears—a text from David:

"Jesus, Mia. Was NOT expecting that with my morning coffee. You look... wow. Coffee's still here when you're ready. And maybe we should talk about last night."

Your cheeks flush hot, but the embarrassment is tinged with an undeniable thrill. Under Comfort Mode's influence, it's easier to admit there's something exhilarating about eliciting that reaction from him.

You quickly tap out a reply: "Sorry if that was weird. Comfort Mode Level 2 makes me braver. Coffee sounds perfect. Be out in five."

As you search through Matt's drawers for something to wear, you realize that today's shopping trip with Clara has become a necessity rather than just a cover story. You need clothes that actually fit this new body—preferably something less revealing than Clara's borrowed items.

With a determined breath, you pull on the same jeans from yesterday (cuffed and belted to stay up) and head toward the kitchen, where the scent of coffee and the much more complicated presence of David await.

10:15 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Mia's bedroom, Putney flat

[Comfort Mode Level 2] | 11:30 hours remaining

[Tasks Available] | Must be completed by midnight

Tease: COMPLETED (+3 Return Points)

Tempt: Not yet assigned

Touch: Not yet assigned

Taste: Not yet assigned