Yvette

"I mean, if I had to just choose, all things considered," you pondered, wondering why you were having this conversation but assuming it was more like girl talk than anything else, "I'd say... Yvette. She's really pretty."

That's an understatement, she's gorgeous! Those legs... I think my boobs beat hers but just barely. Your girlfriend was really taking a liking to her, it seemed! You had tried to gauge your attraction on what you felt inside when looking at the other girls, figuring Jane would unconsciously add a spike of arousal at just the right one, and that apparently was the tall, leggy blonde Yvette. She appeared a few years older than Emilia, putting her in early thirties, but there was nothing wrong with that age difference, you thought. All that meant was she had more time to really refine her appearance into the carefully-crafted woman before you. Yvette cleared her throat and looked away when she realized you and Emilia were both staring at her, in her tight skirt white ribbed sweater.

"An interesting choice," Emilia said, turning back to you. "Yvette is my personal physician. One might think that my condition as well as my public profile would stress any doctor to the limit, but I hired her because she is calm under any circumstance. And she is very attractive, I agree. She is a fine choice."

You wanted to inquire further as to why Emilia was curious, but you stopped yourself. Maybe that was just Emilia's strange way of trying to make girl talk with you. It was the oddest combination to do so: a socially isolated and incredibly rich woman who knew nothing of a normal life, and a guy who had the body of a girl for merely a few hours. You two were likely the least qualified people to discuss common girly subjects, so that's why everything took such a strange turn.

The meal ended, and more tests began at Emilia's request. She conducted a variety of experiments and examinations with you: accessing memories or knowledge from either Jane's physical brain or your astral one. For the fine-tuned control adjustments you mentioned earlier, Emilia tried to quantify that by assessing how you handled makeup or hair care. Thus continued the strangest sleepover, where you could have just played truth or dare or done makeovers instead to see similar results. She tested your physical coordination in the gym, preference overrides just like how you had been able to eat your meaty meal earlier, and so on.

Hours ticked by, and you grew tired. Running all over in your girlfriend's body made you almost forget it wasn't your own, that you were in fact two people. But when you were shown to your room after sundown, you collapsed on your bed and finally had time to think.

"This has been a hell of a first day as a woman," you said, exhaling deeply.

You did good today! You've got a good handle on moving my body. It's really amazing how much you can act like me when you need to, but you don't have to if you make that choice. It's actually kind of exciting that people might not even know that I'm being controlled...

"Technically, I think I'm still just forcing you to act like that. You just can't say no."

I can't say no... you felt a chill run up your spine at that.

As you continued to discuss things with the fiancée within you, you heard a knock at the door. Curious, you stood up again, stepping toward the door. It was a good thing you hadn't started playing with Jane's body yet, even though you were ready for another go with testing the limits of pleasure through her.

You pulled the door open, and Yvette stood before you, smiling. Surprisingly, she was wearing some of the fanciest lacy lingerie you'd seen before, in royal purple: stockings attached to a garter belt, thong panties that just barely provided any real coverage, a corset tied tight around the waist, with strapless cups attached barely restraining her sizable breasts, pushing them up and out invitingly. Her hair was loose and a little wild, and her glasses...

Interesting. You didn't remember her wearing glasses. Nor a choker, but one was tight around her neck. The neckwear appeared to have a couple flashing lights on it.

"You chose this body earlier as what was most attractive," Yvette said, in a low sultry voice. "So now, the final experiment of the day has begun. Are you able to follow through on said attraction?"