The Next Day

The next morning Zoe awoke feeling weirdly groggy – as though something had shaken her awake.

It wasn’t until she rolled over and glanced at the time on her clock that she realised why - it was only 6am. The redhead groaned into her pillow – with nothing to get up for, she had been sleeping in more and more recently. She rarely left the warm embrace of her bed before 10 most days now.

Zoe tried to drift back off, but as she laid there she could hear Katie getting ready to leave downstairs, and that, combined with a need to use the bathroom – dragged the **** girl from her bed with a groan and a pout.

Bleary eyed she made her way down the hall and into the bathroom, the baggy t-shirt she slept in hanging from one bare shoulder, her boy-short panties beneath peeking into view when she stretched in the hallway, giving a spectacular view of her coltish body from the waist down.

She had quickly put the strange website out of her mind yesterday – figuring she must’ve clicked on something strange during her little accident, and seeing as it didn’t seem to do anything or go anywhere, she had just closed it without a second thought.

Still not really awake, she closed the bathroom door and sighed.

After answering her body’s most pressing need, the red head stripped out of her clothes, and glanced at her naked body in the mirror.

Despite her athletic pursuits, Zoe had never found herself able to get a physique which screamed ‘pro athlete’. She always carried a little bit of puppy fat in her breasts, hips and bum that left her with a shapely, hourglass figure. Zoe’s long legs and bum, she knew, were her best features – her years of training leaving her with long shapely legs and a high, tight ass which always caught attention.

Zoe stepped into the shower, and it wasn’t until the water started to cascade over her bare body that the girl woke up enough to notice the black strap around her left wrist.

“Huh…?” Zoe blinked through the spray, turning around to let the water rush over her back and shoulders as she looked at it.

It looked like a small sports watch, or an activity tracker. It was matte black, and felt as though it was made of some kind of flexible rubber or silicone. In the centre of the strap, was a round ‘face’ about the size of a penny – though it displayed nothing. It took Zoe a moment to realise that it looked like it had tiny lines on it, like it was a speaker; it looked waterproof. Below that was a tiny LED, that was pulsing white, and there was a single button on the edge of the face.

The girl looked at it confused, instinctively turning her wrist over to look for the clasp or buckle… but she found none. Weirder - the thing didn't seem to have any kind of charging port or any way to indicate how it was powered.

The band was a single, continuous strap of the flexible material. She tried to stretch it, and though she could just about squeeze the little finger of her other hand inside the band; she had no chance of getting it over her hand and off of her wrist.

Which begged the question of how it got on there in the first place…?

Zoe felt immediately queasy as she stood naked in the shower – something about this was wrong. She didn’t own an activity tracker – she didn’t wear one – and she definitely, definitely didn’t put it on herself last night… Which meant either someone else did – or it appeared out of nowhere?

Worse, she couldn’t get it off...

A knock on the bathroom door startled her back to reality.

“You’re up early?” Katie’s voice called through the door questioningly.

Zoe didn’t take her eyes off the band on her wrist, stammering out her reply, “Er… y-y-yeah, I just… um… woke up early”

There was a pause before Katie’s voice called through the door again, “… Ok… uh, well, I’m just going so… I’ll see you later?”

Zoe felt the tracker on her wrist vibrate, the white led was still pulsing... like it had a notification for her or something?

“Yeah… uh… see you later…”

It took the sound of the front door opening and closing to startle Zoe back into action again.

Curiosity getting the better of her and Zoe pushed the button...