As the haze of pleasure began to lift, Jake started to regain his senses, the reality of his situation slowly sinking in. Tom had moved on to Erin, writhing in pleasure as the others pinned lawyer sluts coed and watched. He quickly scanned the room, spotting his discarded clothes in the corner. He rushed over, grabbing his bra and pants, and began to for his phone.
Digging around he felt a phone in the sports bra, and grabbed, pulling out a phone he didn't recognize. It was encased in a bright pink cover, a stark contrast to his usual sleek, black design. He stared at it, confusion and dread washing over him. He tried to unlock it, his thumb hovering over the sensor. To his shock, the Face ID recognized his transformed face, and the phone unlocked with a soft chime. He swiped through the apps, his heart sinking as he realized that the powerful app he had been using was gone, replaced by a set of generic, mundane applications.
Jake slipped the pink phone into his pocket and dejectedly dressed in the yoga pants and sports bra, then slipped out of the room, his body unfamiliar, his arousal replaced with panic. Jake returned to his office, feeling the alien movement of his body and the strange sensation of the women’s clothing. As he approached his office door, he heard a voice that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Hey Jackie!” Sophia said, her eyes narrowing as she took in Jakes appearance. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know, boss, you should really consider wearing underwear. That wet spot and camel toe are quite the giveaway." Jackie felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his cheeks as he looked down, noticing the unmistakable signs of his arousal still visible through the tight yoga pants. It felt weird, the fabric clinging to his skin in all the wrong places, a constant reminder of the transformations he had undergone. The reality of his situation was sinking in, and he knew he had to find a way to navigate this new world, one step at a time.
He closed the office door and sat down, trying to plan his next move. An email popped up on his monitor, and he noted it was addressed to Jacqueline Meyers. He shuddered. He needed to regain access to the app. But how?