Stay With the Plan and Hope Everyone Will Understand

Your fingers hover over the screen, trembling slightly as you look at the two options before you. The pink glow of the app illuminates your face in the dimly lit bedroom while Clara and David doze nearby, their naked bodies tangled in the charcoal sheets.

"Return to Matt," you whisper, tapping the left panel.

Becky's cartoon face appears, her expression a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "Are you suuuure about this, babe? You've been having so much fun as Mia! All those orgasms, all that attention..."

You nod firmly. "I'm sure."

Becky sighs dramatically. "Well, it's your choice, I guess. Activating return protocol now. This might tingle a bit!"

The phone grows hot in your hand, the screen flashing with blinding intensity. You drop it onto the bed as heat rushes through your veins—not unlike the original transformation, but somehow more focused, more deliberate.

"What the—" David stirs, blinking awake at the strange light. His eyes widen as he watches your body begin to change.

Your copper waves recede into your scalp, darkening to your natural brown. Your enhanced breasts flatten against your chest, the gold nipple hoops disappearing with a faint pop. Your waist expands from its 23-inch circumference, your hips narrowing as your shoulders broaden.

The Celtic knot tattoo on your lower back fades away like watercolor in the rain. Your pouty lips thin, your jawline strengthens, and your entire skeletal structure shifts and cracks as you grow taller, your petite 5'0" frame stretching back to your original 5'11".

Clara wakes with a startled gasp. "What's happening?" she demands, clutching the sheets to her chest as she witnesses your metamorphosis.

"It's—it's me," you manage to say, your voice deepening mid-sentence, the Irish lilt vanishing. "I'm going back."

The transformation completes with a final wave of heat that leaves you sweating and disoriented. You look down at your hands—larger now, masculine, familiar. You're back in your original body. You are Matt again.

"Holy shit," David breathes, staring at you with a complex mixture of relief and loss. "You actually did it."

Clara looks between you and David, her expression cycling through confusion, realization, and then hurt. "You... you're Matt? The same Matt who's been missing? David's flatmate?"

"I was never missing," you explain, your voice strange in your ears after days of speaking in Mia's higher register. "I was transformed. By an app. I couldn't tell anyone—the words would literally not come out."

"An app," Clara repeats flatly, clearly struggling to process this revelation. She pulls the sheet tighter around herself, suddenly aware of her nudity in a new context. "So everything that happened between us..."

"Was real," you finish for her. "Just... complicated."

David runs a hand through his hair, looking both relieved and awkward. "Well, this is fucking bizarre, even knowing what happened."

Clara's eyes are wide, fixed on your transformed body. "I don't understand. We just... I just..."

"I know," you say gently. "And I'm sorry for the deception. It wasn't my choice."

The phone on the bed has returned to normal, the Perfect Girlfriend App nowhere to be found. When you check your social media accounts, all traces of "Mia O'Sullivan" have vanished, replaced by your original profiles.

"So what happens now?" Clara asks, her voice small but steady. The vulnerability in her expression makes your chest tighten.

02:35 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | David's Bedroom