Hazel and Samantha go to Class

Hazel's alarm went off early in the morning. She turned it off quickly and got up quietly, sneaking out to the living room. Samantha woke up at the movement, but pretended to still be asleep. Her phone was still out in the living room, so she couldn't text her friends. Sitting up, she looked at her forearm.

The purple heart was still there, but the tallies below it had vanished. She once again had 3 chances to correct herself today before any mistakes would lead to a loss of bodily autonomy.

She lay back down for another thirty minutes before Hazel's alarm went off again. Swearing, she reached over and turned it off, then stretched, her breasts jiggling as she did so. She covered them reflexively, even though no one was in the room.

Getting up, she took the risk of getting in the shower immediately. It was possible Hazel would get upset by some bullshit like not being offered to come in with her, but she had to get this smell off her as soon as she could. Luckily, the action apparently wouldn't upset her too much. Rubbing her skin vigorously, Samantha got as much of the smell off as she could while using unscented soap and shampoo.

Samantha had to pick out her clothes next. By now, she was under the impression that the littlest thing going wrong would upset Hazel, and whatever pleased her would be fucking ridiculous.

'Luckily', she had her built in fashion sense given to her by the genie. She went through her wardrobe piece by piece, finally ending up on white thigh highs, a white pair of panties, and a white crop top that ended just above her belly button. She wasn't able to put a bra on, and to be honest, that didn't shock her. But she still didn't have any pants to wear. Casting around, her sense pinged her on something left on the floor: the very skirt she had been wearing when she got fucked by Hazel.

Fuck NO! There has to be something else!

But search as she might, this was the only thing available that Hazel would like. It wasn't damp anymore, but if you have a slightly sensitive nose, you could smell the scent of sex on it. Samantha pulled it on in a huff and stomped her way down the hallway, making sure to act perky and happy when she got within earshot of Hazel. She was working out in the same clothes she had slept in, the outline of her nipples visible through the sweat stains on the front of her white shirt.

"Good morning!" Hazel said cheerily.

"Good morning!" Samantha responded. Searching around, she found her phone where she had left it the day prior. She quickly made herself a breakfast of cereal and milk, eating as quickly as she could. She was **** to communicate with her friends, but could tell that Hazel was watching her and wanted to talk to her.

"You're up a little early, huh?" Hazel turned to face Samantha as she started doing some bicep curls. Samantha could feel the urge to get close to Hazel creeping up on her, but it was manageable for now.

"Oh yeah, I usually meet up with my friends at school a bit early. Do you workout before school every day?"

"I usually do one in the morning and one later at night. You have to work out every day or you lose muscle mass," Hazel said, puffing breath audibly as she moved. Samantha didn't think she could pick up one of the weights she was lifting with two hands and a friend helping.

They continued to make small talk as Samantha sped through her food. Hazel wanted to go out on a date after school, and Samantha managed to steer the date away from 'public dinner' to clothes shopping. Putting her dishes away in the dishwasher, she announced that she was leaving.

"I'll have to start working out earlier so we can go to school together," Hazel said.

Please don't.

"Sounds like fun!" Samantha said.

Putting on her shoes, she took a few steps outside.

SPANK.

"Eep!" Fucking what now?!

She thought for a second, then walked back inside.

"I almost forgot my goodbye kiss!" She **** out, and turned to present her cheek.

Hazel beamed as she got up and picked Samantha up in a hug, pinning her arms to her sides and giving her a big kiss on the lips that lasted several seconds. Eventually they parted, the smell of sweat clinging to Samantha despite her recent shower.

"See you at school babe!" Hazel called out as Samantha finally left the house and got away from her 'girlfriend' for the first time in hours. She made her way into her car and drove to school, having no unusual incidents other than being **** to let someone merge in front of her.