Yes, big time!

I want my perfect girlfriend to be 170cm tall with blonde long hair and perfect C cup perky breasts, blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She has no body hair except from her hair. I want my girl to be slightly provocative, eager to wear quite revealing clothes (skirts, dresses, stockings, lingerie), really high heels and tease both - man and woman. I want her to get us both into sexual relationships with other girls to have more fun together. Her mood should be nice with a positive attitude, she is intelligent, funny and spontaneous.

She has a toned body, a nice hourglass figure with visible abs. She is into sports and trains regularly. Also, she is into piercings and tattoos, but she has just started discovering this kink. She has only a navel piercing so far, but has an urge to get her nipples, tongue and clit pierced to give me more sexual satisfaction.

Also she has some compulsions:

• She needs to climax every 8h. if not, she gets more and more dripping wet and her intelligence and self-control decreased over time

• I like to have control over her - I have an app on the phone and I could pick one out of three transformations to be made to her every day

Lock in!

11:35 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You tap eagerly at the sliders, watching the 3D model transform before your eyes. With each adjustment, the digital woman on screen shifts - her hair lightening to a perfect blonde, her proportions adjusting to create the hourglass figure you specified. Her breasts settle into perky C-cups, her waist narrows, and abs start to define themselves across her stomach.

"Mmm, I like where your head's at," Becky purrs, her digital avatar leaning closer to the screen. "A sporty girl with a naughty side? Classic."

As you add the piercings and tattoo details, the model rotates to display an intricate floral design spreading beneath her breasts. The navel piercing glints in the digital light.

"Ooh, kinky!" Becky giggles, twirling her hair around one finger. "And these compulsions are delicious. I love how you want control, baby."

The timer in the corner counts down to thirty seconds. Your finger hovers over the pink "Lock In" button as Becky's avatar blows a kiss.

"Going for the transformation, huh? Bold choice for a first-timer," she winks. "Most guys just make themselves a digital plaything. But you're giving the app access to modify your reality. That's commitment."

You pause, frowning. What does she mean by modifying your reality?

Becky pouts her glossy lips. "Don't tell me you didn't read the terms and conditions? Nobody ever does! Look, sweetie, you're not creating a girlfriend here—you're becoming her."

Your blood runs cold as the meaning sinks in.

"Three... two..." Becky counts down, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Last chance to back out, not that anyone ever does..."

Panic surges through you, but your thumb has already pressed the button.

"Lock in!" Becky squeals with delight.

Locking in hits you like a wave of heat, dizziness rushing through every nerve. The phone slips from your hand, skittering under the table, forgotten.

The door opens just then — David stepping out mid-sentence — and he freezes as you start to change right in front of him.

Your body twists and reshapes, frame narrowing, voice pitching higher, sensations sharp and impossible to ignore. Between your thighs, everything folds and hollows into a slick, trembling absence.

You clutch the table, moaning through each overwhelming shift, too stunned to hide any of it. David watches, silent, witnessing everything from start to finish.

When it ends, you slump forward, trembling, your own body alien under your hands.

"What the fuck just happened?" David whispers, his coffee mug frozen halfway to his mouth.

You look down at yourself, at the new curves and swells of flesh where flat planes used to be. Your skin is smooth, hairless. You reach up to touch your face and feel softer features, fuller lips. Long blonde hair cascades over your shoulders.

"Alex?" David asks, his voice cracking. "Is that... you?"

You open your mouth to respond, but your voice comes out higher, melodic. "I... I think so."

David's eyes scan your new body, taking in the transformation with open shock. "How did you—"

You look around frantically for the phone, spotting it under the table. When you bend to retrieve it, you feel the new weight on your chest, the strange emptiness between your legs, the different balance of your body.

The screen shows Becky, now grinning triumphantly. "Congratulations! Your transformation is complete. You've just become your perfect girlfriend!"

11:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London