Jenna shook her head and exited the settings menu. Things were disturbing enough, she thought, best for everyone to live in ignorance and make do with how things are right now.
She looked back at Will, blissfully asleep in her bed. He had used the phone to make her horny. Horny enough to decide to sleep with him? Had she been resisting his advances before? Her eyes narrowed as they slid over to her phone's screen.
She began to type.
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Will scrunched his eyes against the morning sun. He stretched his arms out, rolling over onto his back. He heard Jenna groan close to him. He smiled and reached for her, his eyes still closed. His hands landed on flat bedsheets. He reached to his other side. Just more sheets and a pillow.
Blinking, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. His body didn't feel right. It was lighter in some places and heavier than others. His muscles weren't working the way they should.
Something tickled his shoulder. He scratched it and felt hairs brush over the back of his hand. He brushed them away, but instead of disappearing, they fell lightly onto his back.
Grumbling, he threw off the covers and swung his legs around to the side of the bed. They were lighter than he expected, and his heavy upper body was unprepared for the redistribution. He began to tip backward but quickly braced himself. He heard Jenna shout "Woah!"
He looked up. She wasn't in the room. No one else was.
He scratched his head. His hair was shaggy. Very shaggy. And way too long.
"What the fuck?" There was her voice again. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. Will looked down.
Jenna was sipping coffee in the kitchen area of her little apartment. Her black hair was done up in curlers. A grin stretched across her face as she heard a feminine voice in the next room screaming "Why the fuck do I have tits?!"
After some audible shuffling, her bedroom door swung open and a bare-naked Will stood there, leaning into the doorframe with both hands. His body was unmistakably feminine: slender nose framed by high, gentle cheekbones, C-cup breasts hanging semi-pertly from his narrow chest, wide hips with a gap between his legs that exposed a vagina and its natural light-haired crown.
"Good morning...," Jenna smiled sweetly. "...Willow."
"What?" Will scrunched her eyebrows, then shook his head, sending ripples down his blond locks, which had grown out to mid-back. Will tramped across the floor, his dainty feet patting the wooden boards quietly. "What did you do to me?"
"I gave you some upgrades." Jenna picked up the phone that was lying next to her coffee mug. "You were so interested in my body last night. I thought you might like to have your own set of tits to grope."
"Change me back!"
"You can grope them any time you want! Consequence free!" Jenna kept smiling with a shit-eating grin. Still clutching her phone, she put her hands together flatly and rested her chin on them, elbows on the tabletop. "Go ahead, try it."
Will stood, dumbfounded, staring at his girlfriend. She was showing a whole new side of herself. Will didn't know what he wanted to do more: try to wrestle the phone out of her hands, or take her up on her suggestion. He thought maybe it was the adrenaline of waking up in a different body, but Jenna looked really hot, being sweetly domineering like this.