Look for the phone that fell under the table to see if the app is still running

11:55 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You drop to your knees, movement suddenly strange in your transformed body. Your new breasts shift uncomfortably against the fabric of your t-shirt as you bend forward, and a strange wetness persists between your thighs. When you reach under the table, your arm looks slender, feminine—fingernails perfectly manicured in a glossy pink that you definitely didn't have before.

"What the actual fuck are you?" David stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, his morning stubble catching the light as his eyes widen. "Matt?"

Your fingers close around the phone, and you pull it out from under the table. The screen still glows with that pink interface, but it's changed. Now there's a dashboard with various stats and meters labeled "Perfect Girlfriend Management," and Becky winks at you from the corner of the screen.

"Hi again, Mia!" she chirps, twirling a blonde lock between her fingers. "Love the new you! So much more fun than boring old Matt, right?"

You glance down at yourself in shock, the name hitting you like a physical blow. Mia. That's... your name now?

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" David steps closer, peering at your phone screen. To him, it just looks like Instagram. "And what the hell just happened to you?"

You open your mouth to explain, but your voice comes out high and breathless. "I—I don't know, I just—" Even your speech patterns feel different, softer and more lilting.

"Look at your stats, babe!" Becky giggles from the phone. "I especially love the daily orgasm requirement. Better get started soon or you'll get sooo ****!"

David rakes his fingers through his dark hair, visibly struggling between confusion and another emotion that makes his pupils dilate as he looks at your new body. "Matt, if this is some kind of prank..."

You shake your head, platinum blonde waves bouncing around your face. "It's not—I didn't—" Something feels intensely wrong about hearing him call you Matt now. "I'm Mia," you correct automatically, then clap your hand over your mouth, startled by your own words.

"Mia?" David repeats, brow furrowing. Then a strange shift happens in his expression, like pieces clicking into place. "Right... Mia. Matt's... girlfriend?"

You're about to protest when Becky pipes up from the phone, visible only to you: "That's right, sweetie! Everyone remembers Matt, but they think he's away, and you're just his slutty little fling who's staying here! Only David saw the change happen, so he's the only one who knows the truth."

You stare at the screen in horror as David continues, his confusion morphing into something more predatory.

"So, Mia," he says, emphasizing your new name with a slight smirk, "What exactly are you doing in Matt's clothes?"

The sensation of discomfort that had been background noise suddenly intensifies. Your skin begins to itch unbearably where the loose t-shirt and boxers touch it. The compulsion to wear something revealing claws at your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"I—I need to change," you gasp, standing up awkwardly in your new body. Your center of gravity has shifted dramatically, and you stumble slightly, unused to the narrower waist and wider hips.

"Yeah," David agrees, his eyes trailing down your transformed figure with newfound interest. "You definitely do."

12:15 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London