#m2f transformation

You remember the old you, don't you? Of course you don't. Not really. Not anymore.

Jake had been a nobody. A forgettable, skulking loser who ate lunch alone and spoke to maybe two people a week — both professors, both mandatory. Low self-esteem, social anxiety, the whole pathetic package. The kind of guy who'd download a sketchy free VPN just because it promised to "mask your identity."

Well. It masked something, alright.

The first time you opened BAE VPN, the screen flashed pink — Hotter Options: ON. Entitled Mode: ON. Spoiled Vibes: ON — and your whole body went warm. Like sinking into a bath. Like honey pouring through your veins.

Mmmmmh…

Your shoulders cracked inward — narrow, delicate. Your hips popped outward with a wet, grinding sound that made you gasp. Your stomach sucked flat, toned, gym-sculpted, and your chest swelled — round, heavy, real — stretching your boring grey t-shirt until it rode up and became a crop top. The word BRAT materialised across your new tits in glittering pink letters.

Oooooh… fuck…

Your hair spilled out blonde and long and silky. Your lips plumped up, glossy and pink. Your nails grew out — pink and silver — and rings appeared on your fingers like they'd always been there.

And inside your head? The old voice — Jake's voice — got quieter. Smaller. Drowned out by something sharper. Something bitchier.

(Oh my God, I look so fucking hot.)

That was Kylie's voice. And Kylie was not a loser. Kylie was the girl who walked into a party and everyone stared. Kylie was the girl who texted back maybe and still had them begging. Kylie was entitled, spoiled, and absolutely fucking ruthless.

You looked at your phone. The app glowed cheerfully: Identity: Kylie — 47 minutes remaining.

Forty-seven minutes. That was three weeks ago.

You'd hit "Renew" before the timer ever hit zero. Again. And again. And again.

Because the truth? The old you — Jake — had been miserable. Low self-esteem, loneliness, anxiety — the textbook profile of someone who'd vanish into an online identity and never come back. And Kylie? Kylie was happy. Kylie was powerful. Kylie had her manicured fingers wrapped around the throat of every social circle on campus.

(Why would you ever go back? Why would anyone go back to being nothing?)

You toss your phone onto the pink fluffy blanket and pick up your lipstick instead. Fresh coat. You've got a party in twenty minutes and three different guys begging to buy you drinks.

The VPN hums quietly in the background — always connected, always running, always keeping you.

You smile at your reflection. Glossy. Perfect. Cruel.

"Sorry, Jake," you whisper to no one — because Jake doesn't exist anymore. Not in any way that matters.

There's only Kylie now.

So, a friend of mine (@abfbm ) like to play this game where we send each other pictures, and come up with short captions for them! It's a lot of fun, and some of them have actually been pretty great, so I decided to post some of the ones I wrote out! With his permission of course. So, here's a series of short captions I wrote for pictures he sent to me! Tell me what you all think!

"Didn't think that getting stud earrings would turn me into an actual stud, but I definitely don't mind it!"

Spent my whole life as a scrawny emo, until my Uncle took me under his wing over the summer. I can't wait to see the look on my bullies faces when I take off my baggy hoodie

"Hey babe! Worked out hard at the gym today. Having me drain your masculinity was the the best idea you ever had! Now you get to be the girl you've always been, and I get some giant muscles for you to worship~"

"My boyfriend just sent me the hottest photo! I never thought a hunky quarterback like him would fall for a geeky guy like me. Although I didn't think genies existed either haha. Lucky me!"

“When someone asks him to prove his claims of ‘Arab Superiority’ all this stud does is flex

I used the muscle growth serum so that I could make myself big enough to beat up my bully. Didn't realized it'd turn him on so much that my jock bully would become my himbo boyfriend

Muscle vampires don't actually have fangs, but getting those fang piercings seemed like a funny joke at the time

When my Uncle invited me to go to the family lakehouse, which has been in our family for generations, I thought it'd be boring When my Uncle suggested I take a dip in the lake at midnight to see the full moon because it would help me '"fulfill my potential," I figured he was just being poetic If someone had asked me if I wanted to be a hunky, muscular jock with a huge dick, bigger libido, enormous ego and the hots for his Uncle, I would have been disgusted and said no Only now, with my Uncles hard cock in my muscular jock ass, do I realize the obvious: I was so fucking wrong

I've left my weakness behind me. Only time I look back now is to admire my own

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