Pull yourself together.

You need to clean yourself up, wash your dress and put it back on, clean up the mess.

As you clean up, you notice something strange. You have the memories of your bodies past life. They're jumbled. Bright. Flashy. Sensual. You remember your perfect curves.

It’s a memory of your new body. Were you also Ivy? You felt like you. But there seemed to be a bit of Ivy, just there. In the background. A hum. Was she perhaps guiding you? That was a weird thought. So far her guiding you had resulted in spectacularly voracious and messy sex. No you were on your own. The hum was her memories wanting to be heard.

Hmmm. What else could she show you…

Hmmm that was a very tactile memory.

Extremely tactile. You realised you had lots of memories to review. It was daunting.

You remember the feeling of a man’s rough hands on your body, the smell of sex in the air, the taste of cum on your lips. It’s an old memory and whilst you enjoyed sex with him… you don’t remember his name… Phil? There was something missing. You had wanted something more to spice up the encounter. Something… illicit.

As you recall you find that your tastes evolved - you have a considerable number of memories of lesbian sex- you as a girl with other girls.

There was Denise. Sweet Denise… she was bold and adventurous.

Clara. Sweet but submissive Clara. With her you discovered a penchant for dominating a partner. Control was an aphrodisiac for you as Ivy.

And then you started to pick up guys and get them to take pink pills John who you made into Jillian…

Nathan who you dominated as Naomi…

Harry who you made into Harriet. Harriet was a lot of fun to control!

Ronald who you made into Rose…

Steve into Steph…

Dave who became Daphne…

Liam into Lisa…

You kind of liked Ivy. She took charge and made men her bitches. You could do that.

Then Ivy took it a step further - she started to have sex as a man on a blue pill. The power and control of taking a male and making them a female lover…

You realize with a start that these aren't just Ivy’s memories. They’re yours now. Every intimate detail of her life is yours to explore, to feel, to remember.

Interesting.

You wash and put on your wet dress. It clings to you. Outlines your nipples and the perfect curves of your breasts.

No more absinthe. Bob had cut you off. Which was good as it made it difficult to get randomly shagged by the protagonist- if there was a protagonist…

You drank a glass of tap water. Then another.

You grabbed the mop and cleaned up - half drunk but mostly hungover. That sucked.

You sighed. It was time for the walk of shame. You had embarrassed Ivy - and yourself. You’d gotten fall down drunk, seduced Bob the barman, thrown up all over everything, passed out, washed of vomit, washed your filthy dress, put said dress back on.

Time to sneak out, still staggering awkward head pounding drunk and hungover all at once. “Fuck. This game needs a reset button…” you mutter.