Wait for the time to strike

As enticing as it was to just barge in to Allison's room and consume her on the spot was, your sadistic lust wouldn't let you. The thought of both girls being seduced by your mind-numbing predatorial musk under the guise of "Claire" and willingly giving themselves your ravenous anaconda was a far more satisfying conclusion to your scheme. Taking and stowing away the free clothes from your free memory donor, you use the cover of the text to Kimmy and Allison to leave so you can come back as "Claire" around 5:30. Taking your time to relish in the thought of the plan and mentally steel yourself for the things that might occur, you go for a walk at the park near your apartment, taking your time at the local coffee shop there. At the shop you play out a couple scenarios in your head when consuming Kimmy and Allison, but it will surely go as plan. You must say though, it takes all of your willpower not to seduce one of the cute girls, an auburn-haired cutie (comely, unlike your Mean Girls slut roommates) you got into a sparkling conversation with in your shared majors of History, but you'll keep her in mind later once you advance on your degenerate warpath of churning. Her name is Alice, and you name her contact on your phone: "Future Ball Batter."

Once it reaches 5, you know it's time. Entering the restrooms at the park, you go into the stalls and unzip your pack for a clothing change. Of course, not before stripping down and making use of the Absorption pill you took to transform into Claire and admire her gorgeous, feminine frame and curves. Quite well-accentuated by your foot long trouser snake and grapefruit-sized testicles: the perfect marriage of femininity and masculinity in the crescendo of your sexual predation. Putting on Claire the Cumstain's nice, comfy and baggy sweatpants, crop top and stolen varsity jacket, you feel yourself up in all the right ways, hiding your scepter of greed in that baggy sweater and your orbs of gluttony in Claire's equally baggy sweatpants. You peek out of the bathroom, making sure nobody who saw you go in as a guy would see you come out as girl, and then step out into the world in perfect guise of your first cockmeal. With confidence bolstered and lust inflamed by everyone around you being none the wiser to your true nature, you make your way back to the apartment, getting there at around 6.

Both Kimmy and Allison are in their rooms, and as you enter you, Claire's and your own memories inform you of how she always bombastically announced her return, exclaiming to them: "I'm home bitches! How's it going?"

Allison and Kimmy acknowledge the return of "Claire," both telling you they would be out in a minute. They are not ready for what's coming.