Heroine in the streets, worrywart in the sheets!

Ever since Amanda became known as Ophelia to the general populace, she's been worrying a lot more. Ironically, her only relief from the stress has been giving in to the pleasure of being her now famous manufactured alter ego. Whatever happens to her brain when the suit manifests on her body, it is clearly the perfect opposite of her whole self.

No inhibition, no overthinking, no anxiety.

Even with her inumerous ejaculations as a heroine, on the counts of goons, thugs and troublemakers, simply being Ophelia was already a mind-melting ecstasy for someone like her. Now, how to keep this a secret from someone like her son?

Unlike the suit, that huge thing between her legs doesn't seem to disappear along with it. She's still not used to it, though it seems to come a lot naturally to her as Ophelia. As Amanda, she's constantly afraid of getting a sudden erection, especially near her son. Her morning wood tends to last a long time, and it doesn't help that she's been having persistent wet dreams ever since.

Her fashion style has always been quite monochrome, still she seems to be covering a lot more skin lately. Seeing her own completely exposed body doing all kinds of things on national TV has definitely made her more self-conscious about it.

She can't quite remember which color it was, but she's pretty sure this isn't her natural eye color. She tries not to think about it, makes her worry.