She decides to stay home and explore :)

As she reached for the door, Joana caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror again.

She bit her lip.

The sight of her own curves, the bounce of her breasts, the way her toned legs tensed and flexed as she shifted her weight, it sent a shiver of delight down her spine. Her heart was racing now, not from fear, but from a simmering, undeniable need.

She had planned on heading to the mall, but something tugged at her, hard. That flush of heat between her thighs wasn’t going away. If anything, it was growing stronger, thrumming with every breath. The way her shirt hugged her breasts, the snug cling of the gym shorts against her plump rear - it was all too much.

Joana stepped back from the mirror, biting her lip again - harder this time.

"Maybe the mall can wait..."

She turned toward her bed slowly, fingers dragging across the waistband of her shorts. She slipped her thumbs inside and eased them down, letting the cool air kiss her thighs. Her skin prickled in anticipation. The gym shorts hit the floor with a whisper. The knotted shirt followed, fluttering down like a final invitation.

Clad only in a pair of soft, black panties, Joana climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. Her hair spilled around her like a halo, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples pebbling in the cool air.

She ran a hand down her stomach, fingers pausing just at the edge of her panties. Her body was still so new - so strange and yet so familiar. Everything she touched responded like it had been waiting for her. Her fingers brushed over the front of her underwear and she gasped. Her breath caught, legs shifting instinctively.

“Oh… oh wow…”

It wasn’t just the sensitivity. It was the rush of novelty. Of discovery. Her mind reeled with how different her body felt now, how each nerve seemed rewired to savor every touch. She traced lazy circles through the fabric, marveling at how wet she’d already become. Her hips bucked subtly, searching for more.

She slipped her hand inside her panties.

And her whole world tilted.

The softness. The heat. The slick, inviting warmth. Her back arched as a moan escaped her lips - high-pitched, breathy, undeniably feminine. She didn’t recognize the sound, but she loved it.

Her fingers moved slowly, exploring, stroking, learning the new terrain. She could feel her body welcoming her in, like it had been waiting for this moment. Her other hand found her breast, cupping the heavy weight of it, teasing the nipple between her fingers.

The sensations spiraled together in a rising crescendo - pleasure unlike anything she had known before. Not sharp or explosive like her male orgasms had been, but deeper, slower, richer. A blooming heat that spread from her core to every limb.

Her breathing grew faster. She curled her toes. Her thighs tensed.

“Yes… yes…”

She didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Her body was a machine of pleasure, and every movement fed into itself, accelerating her toward an edge she had never known existed. It felt infinite, this pleasure. Like it wasn’t just an orgasm she was chasing - it was a revelation.

Her hips lifted.

Her moan turned into a cry.

And then she broke.

The orgasm hit her like a wave crashing over a sunlit shore - overwhelming, rolling, rolling again. It didn’t end the way she was used to. It pulsed. It lingered. It left her breathless and quaking, her fingers still trembling against slick skin.

Joana lay there, panting, skin flushed, sweat glistening on her chest. Her legs slowly relaxed, twitching slightly with the aftershocks. Her hand slid out from her panties and came to rest on her stomach, rising and falling with her breath.

Her mind buzzed in a delicious fog.

“Holy hell,” she whispered.

For the first time since activating the RAC, she felt fully real. Not just as Joana in the world’s eyes - but as Joana in her own. This wasn’t a test subject. This wasn’t data.

This was a woman. Her.

Grinning through her haze, she turned onto her side, hugging a pillow close. “Well,” she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction, “that definitely qualifies as a successful field test.”