The rest of the day was a crazy cycle of events. Basically it revolved around how quick to become turned on you got. For example, at 1pm, you had 0 arousal, having just finished having sex for the last entire hour and stopped for lunch. By 3:30-4 o'clock, you would be back on your hands and knees taking it doggy style. You would stop around 5 for dinner then be back to fucking like you were a bitch in heat by 8pm. In other words, if you didnt have anything to distract you, you would be fucking on about a 3 hour cycle or so. And being a day off from school, you both had 0 interruptions.
When it was 11pm and time for bed, you were just entering into your 3rd straight hour of nonstop sex. Not wanting to stop, you and your boyfriend got ready for bed and fell asleep without ever even once removing his cock from inside of you. Sleeping with a dick in yiur pussy was a bit hard, but since he no longer was moving, as long as you also kept still, you somehow actually could manage to drift off to sleep, which after a bit of a struggle, you managed to do.
Next morning came and after another round of egg laying and milking, this time with your boyfriend doing it by hand too, you only had sex 1 time before it was time to leave for school. Today's outfit consisted of black ballet heels that stopped at your ankle, a red miniskirt, no panties, a white underbust corset with shoulder straps which didn't cover your breasts at all, a pair of black, skin tight, gloves, a black choker around your neck, and a light red coat which you left open. You were curious when your boyfriend said that usually you didn't ever cover your breasts when out in public. And after trying on one of his tshirts, you understood why immediately. Your nipples were so sensitive that even with a bra on, you would become nearly paralyzed from the pleasure. No wonder none of your clothes had covered breasts, where as you later would find that custom cut boob holes were plentiful. Ah well, so what if the world gets to see such amazing tits? Your name is Titties afterall, so it should be expected you guessed.
You and your boyfriend likely walked together to school, or at least that was what you thought, but when you left your apartment, you realized that you didn't know where you were. This wasn't your old bodies location. Looking at your biyfriend confused, you ask "um, where are we? Are we not going to the bus stop?" He gives you a wierd look. "No... why would we? I drive us to the college campus. It's way faster than usuing their crappy bus routes."
College? Weren't you both still in high school? When did you graduate? Wait... you remember that you set your age to 18. In other words, you accidentally aged yourself up a year, skipping the rest of your highschool senior year and were now half way through your freshman year of college. Thinking about it, it was so obvious, that you and your boyfriend were living together, alone, no parents in sight. Fuck, no wonder we could have so much uninterrupted sex yesterday.
"What's wrong?" asks your boyfriend. You felt it may be time to let him know about everything. About how you were once him, and how you aged yourself up accidentally, etc. Since he already knows about the letters, having had a similar experience with them himself, he should be able to understand. You waited until you both were in his car before beginning. It was a short explination, since most of the details were already shown. When you finish, you have just arived at campus and he had just parked the car. He pauses for a second then gives you an odd look. "Wow, you must have some insane levels of narcissism to fall this deep in love with your former self to even willingly ask to do what we did all of yesterday haha." He begins to laugh at his joke while you pout. "I am so not a narcissist. At best I am a custom made dream girl that we both enjoy immensely. Whether it is you having me for a girlfriend, or me becomming said girlfriend. I mean, I am so happy as I am now that I do not wish to ever go back to being a man. I love being in the girlfriend role it seems. Why? Is it a problem knowing that your hot and sexy girlfriend was once you? Does my foxy appearance no longer look quite as good knowing that until yesterday I had a cock between my not nearly as thicc thighs?" You were now playfully teasing him again, hoping to lightened the mood.
"Yeah, I have an issue with that." Your heart sank hearing this, and you wanted to cry, but he wasn't finished yet.
"Your way too good at sex to have been a man not even 2 full days ago. Did you perhapse practice before your body changed?" He asked.
"Wait what? No I didn't, but your not mad? Dont you dislike me knowing I was once not only a male, but your former self noless?"
"Why would I be? For 1, you are seriously my dream girl, to an almost scary amount too. Also, at worst, that just means I am now simply masturbating. Lastly, I don't now, nor ever likely will have any intentions of ending our relationship. And while it is still a bit too early to tell or commit to financially speaking, I am pretty sure we are going to end up married to each other anyways. So why should I be bothered knowing what you just told me?"
"Well, when you put it like that... fine. I accept your offer and I will be your fiancee." You say, intentionally raising the stakes with a smile.
"F-fiancee???" Stutters your boyfriend, or now fiancee. "I mean, I guess that term isnt entirely wrong. But maybe just stick to boyfriend for now when in public to avoid getting into awkward situations with others please."
"Fine, but then let me do this at least" you say as you grab his head and suck on a part of his neck, leaving behind a red mark. You both exit the car and walk to class. You proudly showing off your body as you strut alongside your fiancee in your heels as you head for your first class together.