You want a more interactive Zoe-phone

Eventually the song ends, and a slightly sweaty Zoe stands upright, regaining control over herself. "Phew! That was a good workout, to be sure..." She briefly opened up parts of her body, reaching in to carefully remove the speakers--they were expensive, after all--and place them back on her shelf.

"And you're okay with me, just... well, assuming I agree and we start this, uh, partnership. You know what I mean, right?" Zoe shook her head at your half-formed thoughts, but smiled all the same.

"I mean that if I wear you like how you want, you'd let me put things in you that could make you do stuff? You'd let me do experiments like that?"

Suddenly Zoe got your meaning, and she stepped forward, putting her hand on your shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Emily, I want this to be comfortable and fun for us. If you are going to wear me, then I'm very happy to do anything you'd like when you're not wearing me! You need only ask me to, and I'll open up my body however you'd like."

You're glad you had forgotten about drinking that soda from earlier, because you'd do a spit-take at the way Zoe phrased that. Truth be told, she was offering up her body, her trust, her friendship, her talents... Zoe was going to give you this whole incredible package of companionship as well as a way to literally be somebody else, and that was for her benefit, not for anything in return for something else you were going to do! It was win-win... and a thought crossed your mind as you began to smile a little, heart pounding in your chest. "Okay, then... would you be my phone?"

The question would have confused anyone else, but Zoe brushed some of her brown hair from her face with a delighted nod. "If this means we've got a deal, then absolutely. You can try this out, and then tonight you wear me, deal?"

You nod eagerly, and fished around for your phone. Zoe turns around again, and opens up her back. You stick your phone inside her immediately, pressing the screen against her stomach. You pull your hand out, and Zoe seals herself up again, turning around.

This time, you see her skin has become translucent at her stomach, magnifying your phone's screen to almost take up the whole space beneath her breasts and above the waistband of her pants. Zoe lifts up the hem of her tank top a bit so the screen was unobstructed.

"I've never had a lock screen installed in my stomach before," Zoe giggled as she looked down, amused by your phone's background of some snow-capped mountains. "So, care to try some apps?"