And you have to post an underwear selfie? All you have is that slutty wear you got at Slink yesterday. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. But if you don't you will get punished and never be able to get back to being Matt. What are you going to do?

You stare at the phone's pulsing pink glow, your stomach twisting into knots as you read Becky's first task of the day. An underwear selfie? Posted publicly? The only underwear you have is that black lace set from yesterday—the one that barely covered anything.

"I can't do this," you whisper, your voice trembling along with your hands. "I literally can't."

You pace the small area of your bedroom, the oversized t-shirt swishing against your thighs. Without Comfort Mode's soothing influence, every feminine sensation feels jarring—the brush of hair against your shoulders, the way your hips sway naturally with each step, the unfamiliar weight on your chest.

But the alternative looms larger. The Transformation Wheel. More permanent changes to a body that already feels alien. And most terrifying: never returning to being Matt again.

You grab the phone and open the app, Becky's cartoon avatar immediately bouncing to life.

"Having second thoughts, babe?" she pouts, twirling a strand of platinum blonde hair. "The task is super simple! Just a cute little morning selfie to get your followers all hot and bothered."

"There has to be another option," you plead, sinking onto the edge of the bed.

"Well..." Becky's smile turns predatory. "You could always spin the wheel instead. Maybe you'll get lucky! Or maybe those itty-bitty titties will grow another cup size." She giggles, the sound dripping with artificial sweetness. "Your choice, hun!"

You throw the phone onto the bed in frustration. The idea of posting yourself in lingerie makes your skin crawl. But spinning the wheel? That could mean permanent changes—bigger breasts, plumper lips, or worse, something that affects your mind.

"Tick-tock!" Becky's voice calls from the phone. "The longer you wait, the harder today's other tasks will be!"

You glance at your bedroom door, wondering if David is still in the kitchen. Could you ask him for help? But what would you even say? 'Hey, should I post lingerie pics or let my body transform again?'

Your chest tightens with panic as the walls of this new reality close in around you. Twelve return points earned yesterday, thirty-eight more to go. And the only path forward seems to involve increasingly humiliating tasks.

09:15 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Mia's bedroom, Putney flat

[Comfort Mode Level 1] | 00:15 hours remaining

[Tasks Available] | Must be completed by midnight

Tease: Take and post underwear selfie

Tempt: Not yet assigned

Touch: Not yet assigned

Taste: Not yet assigned