Try on one of the outfits to see how it looks.

12:25 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You reluctantly rifle through the box, your new slender fingers brushing against silky fabrics that send unexpected tingles across your skin. After some hesitation, you select what seems like the least revealing option—a light blue sundress with thin straps and a hemline that still looks alarmingly short.

"I'll... just try this one," you mutter, clutching the dress against your chest. "Turn around."

David raises an eyebrow but complies, facing the kitchen wall. "I lived with you for two years, you know."

"That was different," you snap, your new voice still startling you with its melodic lilt.

Slipping off your ill-fitting pajamas is a strange sensation. Your skin feels impossibly sensitive, each brush of air making you shiver. You struggle with the unfamiliar mechanics of the dress, finally pulling it over your head and wriggling into it.

The fabric settles against your curves like a caress, hugging your new breasts and waist before flaring gently over your hips. It fits perfectly—unnervingly so, as if tailored specifically for your transformed body.

"You can turn around," you say, tugging at the hemline that barely reaches mid-thigh.

David turns slowly, his eyes widening. "Wow," he says, the word escaping before he can stop it. "That's... I mean, it fits you."

You catch sight of yourself in the hallway mirror and freeze. The woman staring back is undeniably beautiful—blonde hair cascading past her shoulders, blue eyes wide with shock, curves accentuated perfectly by the dress. Your waist looks impossibly narrow compared to the swell of your hips and chest.

"This isn't me," you whisper, though the reflection mimics your words perfectly.

You fumble for the phone, **** to find something in the app that might reverse this nightmare. The screen lights up with Becky's smirking face.

"Mmm, look at you! Total babe status achieved!" she squeals, twirling her hair. "That dress is so cute on your new bod!"

"How do I change back?" you demand, tapping frantically through the app's menus. "There has to be a way to undo this."

Becky's expression shifts to exaggerated sympathy. "Oh, sweetie. The Perfect Girlfriend App is a one-way street. Think of it like... getting a tattoo! Sure, there's laser removal, but it's never quite the same, you know?"

"That's not acceptable," you growl, continuing to search through settings, permissions, anything that might offer a solution.

David approaches cautiously. "What's it saying?"

"That there's no way to change back," you reply, voice cracking. "But there has to be."

After several minutes of **** searching, you find nothing remotely resembling a reversal option. Instead, you discover new tabs labeled "Tasks," "Rewards," and something called "Transformation Wheel."

Becky pops back up. "Ready to earn some Babe Bucks? Complete tasks to unlock rewards! Spin the wheel to bank points—might as well embrace the new you, right?"

"No thanks," you mutter, but your finger hovers over the wheel icon despite yourself. The thought of further changes should be horrifying, yet something in your rewired brain finds it... intriguing?

You quickly close that tab, cheeks burning.

David clears his throat. "Look, I know this is insane, but... are you hungry? It's past noon. Maybe some food would help us think."

Your stomach growls in response, reminding you that despite everything changing, some basic needs remain the same.

12:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London