All three of us worked out an agreement, that we’d alternate chores each week, and look after the house as best as each of us could. Taking on more chores on weeks when money was tight, and paying more rent was an accepted way to get off of the chores list.
My uncle locked the app after I changed back, with the suit as close to my old body as I can make it. I still had a vagina, and I kept it shaved as the submissive suggestions were still controlling my behaviour. For once I had control over the settings, as only my phone could control the suit.
Friday I’m able to go to school and have all of me present and accounted for. I’m a little on edge now and seriously considering taking the suit off. I was hasty in putting it on, not knowing how it might behave. I see now I should have gone over it more with my uncle and gotten a few more hints, but I trusted him. I thought he would warn me of the pitfalls.
When I found her there were no signs of life. I felt aroused, and that was clearly very wrong, but here was a totally naked woman and she was unconscious, yes I had some sick thoughts of what I might do but I didn’t act on them. I called for an ambulance.
As the week continues I find out just how picky the suit is. I have a very stringent personal hygiene routine every morning after Paul heads to work. I have to make sure the skin I wear is clean, that I’ve properly brushed and flossed my teeth, my hair must be styled well, and I have to be stripped naked. Then the birth mark goes green and I get to take it off.