Show David the app and explain how it works, while trying to ignore your growing urges

You pull the pink phone from your pocket, fighting a strange flutter in your stomach as David's eyes follow your movement. The screen glows with Becky's animated face, her cartoon lips pouting at you.

"Look," you say, holding up the device. "This is what happened. It's called The Perfect Girlfriend App."

David leans closer, his cologne hitting your senses like a physical touch. Your body reacts instantly—nipples tightening against the soft fabric of the henley, a warm pulse between your thighs. You swallow hard and try to focus.

"It was just supposed to be a stupid game," you continue, voice higher and breathier than you intend. "Design your dream girl, you know? But when I hit 'lock in,' it... changed me into her instead."

David's fingers brush yours as he takes the phone, sending another jolt of unwanted arousal through your system. His eyebrows furrow as he studies the screen.

"All I see is Instagram," he says, confusion evident in his voice.

"What?" You take the phone back, and there's Becky, smirking knowingly at you. "No, it's right here!"

"Only you can see me, silly!" Becky chirps, twirling a lock of blonde hair. "Remember? It's in the terms and conditions!"

"Fuck," you mutter, remembering now. "Okay, so apparently only I can see the app. To everyone else, it looks like Instagram."

David's expression shifts from confusion to concern. "Rob—I mean, Riley? Are you feeling okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!" Your voice cracks. "I'm stuck in this body with all these... these feelings I didn't ask for!" You gesture wildly at yourself, acutely aware of how the movement makes your breasts bounce slightly under the henley.

David's eyes flick down for a split second before returning to your face, and something hot and needy inside you preens at his attention. You hate it. You love it. Both feelings war within you as you try to stay focused.

"The app programmed me with traits I chose as a joke," you explain, fighting to keep your voice steady. "High libido, neediness, craving male approval. It was supposed to be a stupid prank, but now I'm feeling all of it."

"So that's why you keep..." David gestures vaguely at your posture, which you suddenly realize has shifted without your conscious input—hip cocked, shoulders back, chest subtly pushed forward.

"Yes," you admit, forcing yourself to stand normally. "I need to earn something called Babe Bucks to change back, but everything the app wants me to do just makes these traits stronger."

David's expression is unreadable. "How many of these... Babe Bucks... do you need?"

"Ten thousand," you reply miserably.

A slow smile spreads across his face. "Well, looks like you're going to be Riley for a while, then."

Something about his tone makes your stomach flip. There's recognition there—not just of your situation, but of an opportunity. You suddenly remember that this is the same David who dated Jessica—who bragged about her public exploits, who clearly had a type: slutty, needy, attention-seeking.

Exactly what you've become.

"David," you start, unsure what you're even going to say, when Becky's voice cuts in.

"Congrats, babe! You just earned 50 Babe Bucks for opening up to a man about your transformation! Vulnerability is so hot right now!"

13:40 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London