Wake up early the next morning and do two new tasks immediately

The soft glow of dawn light filters through the blinds, rousing you from a fitful sleep. Your new body feels foreign against the sheets, curves pressing into the mattress in unfamiliar ways. Consciousness arrives with the weight of yesterday's transformations, the memories flooding back—you're Sophie now, trapped in this female form with an app that won't let you speak without saying something filthy.

You reach for the pink phone on the nightstand, its screen illuminating instantly to reveal Becky's animated face.

"Rise and shine, hot stuff!" she chirps, her cartoon breasts bouncing with each word. "Look at you, all eager to start earning! Two tasks before breakfast? That's the spirit!"

You scan the available morning tasks, your newly narrowed waist creating a hollow feeling in your stomach as you shift to sit up. The oversized university hoodie slides off one shoulder, revealing skin that feels impossibly soft and sensitive.

The first task you select is "Morning Glow" - take and post a just-woke-up selfie with bedhead and minimal coverage. 35 Babe Bucks.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you hold up the phone, angling for a shot that captures your tousled raven hair with its silver highlights. The hoodie has ridden up just enough to expose a slice of your waist—notably smaller than yesterday, your new proportions creating a dramatic curve where there wasn't one before.

"Mmm, that waistline is giving hourglass realness!" Becky squeals as you post the image with a simple caption: "Early bird "

Notifications immediately ping—Clara first: "Damn girl, those curves came from WHERE?" followed by Jamie: "Looking good enough to eat "

Task completed, 35 Babe Bucks added. Without pausing, you tap on "Wardrobe Crisis"—document three potential shopping outfits you need, laid out on the bed. 40 Babe Bucks.

You slide out of bed, your center of gravity shifted enough to make you wobble slightly. Digging through Scott's closet feels surreal—these were your clothes, but now they hang like tents on your transformed frame. You pull out items that might be adaptable: a button-down that could be tied at the waist, jeans that could be rolled up and belted, a t-shirt that might work as a dress with a belt.

You arrange them on the bed in combinations, photographing each sad attempt. The final result highlights just how ill-fitting everything is, especially with your dramatically narrowed waist and enhanced curves.

"Shopping emergency confirmed!" Becky announces as you complete the task. "That's 40 more Babe Bucks in your account! Bringing you to 305 total! You're on fire today!"

The sound of movement in the kitchen suggests David is awake. Your stomach tightens with anxiety—facing him in daylight, with your even more feminine silhouette, feels like another hurdle to clear.

"Better get moving, hot stuff," Becky winks from the screen. "Shopping awaits, and those curves need proper packaging!"

07:45 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Putney flat bedroom, London

[Morning Glow] | [Easy] | [COMPLETED]

[Wardrobe Crisis] | [Easy] | [COMPLETED]