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Today was the big day that Josh had been waiting for, for a long time, since his favorite K-pop boy band announced that they were going to give a concert in his country, Josh started saving money to go see them and today was the big day which they were going to perform in the auditorium, josh was dying of nerves, from that day he heard their music, he fell completely in love with their voices, their visuals, their dances and their bias (his favorite member) It was Jeno, From the day he saw him he fell completely in love with him and today was the day to see him face to face! Josh had also won a ticket to see them backstage, which meant he could go into their respective dressing rooms and that made him even more nervous.
Today, like every day, he got up, took a shower since today was an important day and he didn't want to go around smelling/looking bad, he brushed his teeth and combed his hair, once he had done all that, he left the bathroom, He went straight to his closet and began to think about what to wear... Since the representative color of his favorite side was blue and red, he put on a blue shirt and some red jeans while on his feet he put on something comfortable, some Nikes shoes, Since there were still a few hours before the concert would start, he had a breakfast, He helped his mother wash the dirty dishes, he watched some of his favorite series and so on, until the big moment arrived, The clock showed 6:00 p.m., there was 1 more hour left until the big concert of his life, but since he was lucky enough to meet them in the locker room, he had to arrive earlier, So he told his mother that he would take him to the stadium and that was it, the two left the house, got into their respective car and Josh's mother drove to the stadium where the boys would perform.
Once Josh and his mother also arrived to the concert, his mom accompany him, but Josh didn't want to.
"Mom... I'm not a child anymore, I'm 18 years old, I can go in myself, did you know that?"
Josh's mom just pouted as she ruffled his son's hair.
"Very well, it seems to me that you are already a grown man, honey, for this once I will let you go alone, Just because I don't want to ruin or embarrass your big dream, but you know, I'll be here waiting for you until the concert is over, okay honey?"
"It's okay mom! I have to go" and with those last words Josh ran to the stadium to get to the boys' locker room.
Once inside, Josh was shocked, The hallway was quite nice and big, once he continued walking he found the doors of the band members.
"Chenle" It said the left door, "Jaemin" said the right door, "Jisung" said the other left door, "Haechan" said the other right door, there were only 2 members more doors left to finish, "Renjun" said the last left door, "JENO" said the last right door, The most curious thing is that in all of them you could hear that the respective members of said doors were inside getting ready, while in Jeno's, nothing could be heard, So Josh's curiosity made him open Jeno's door/room, When he opened it, Josh was shocked, the light was on while what looked like the outfit that Jeno would wear at the concert today was on the couch, The outfit was made up of a black sleeveless vest, a bronze "chain", black boots, black pants and a black belt, So Josh started asking himself several questions... But in the end he concluded that maybe Jeno was coming late, so Josh had to leave the room now, he didn't want his great idol to come and see a "stranger" inside his locker room, So just when Josh was going to leave the room he saw that the door was stuck, he was trying to open it, but the door didn't respond.
"Oh sh*t, now I'm stuck in Jeno's locker room and he can come any minute, what's going to happen when he sees me? I'm going to miss the concert."
and boy was that true, when Josh took out his phone to check the time, it was 6:25 p.m., there were only minutes left until the concert would start and Jeno still hasn't arrived and to make matters worse he got trapped in his favorite idol's locker room.
"Well... It seems like I'm going to miss the concert of my dreams, but now, it doesn't matter, now what am I going to do to not get bored until he arrives and he sees me in here?"
Josh thought and thought and came up with a great idea! It wasn't like every day he would be stuck in his favorite idol's locker room, and having Jeno's clothes in front of him, he began to think about putting them on, It was his time to feel his idol's clothes on his body so he began to undress without fear that Jeno would arrive and see him and he began to put on the outfit from Jeno's concert today.
The first thing Josh put on was the black socks, which were clearly a little big on his feet, since given his height he didn't have that big feet, while Jeno did, since he was tall, The next thing he put on was Jeno's boots, a rather pleasant smell coming out of them, But like the socks, his feet didn't fill the boots completely, so he had to walk carefully so that his foot didn't come off and fall to the ground, While Josh was grabbing Jeno's pants he didn't realize that his feet were beginning to lengthen to fill the boots and socks and without realizing it, he was now filling the boots.
When he put on the black pants he realized that he had to take off the boots, since with the boots the pants wouldn't fit, so Josh took off the boots and realized that his foot It looked... A little different, but still, he didn't care and pulled up Jeno's pants, once he put the pants on, he put Jeno's black boots back on, Jeno's pants were quite baggy and big on him, since their heights were quite different, but strangely Josh began to feel comfortable in the pants, He grabbed the black belt and put it around his pants and his waist.
When Josh grabbed the black sleeveless vast, he started to feel strange, began to grow in height, Going from 166 cm to 177 cm, Now the pants were tight and tight, it felt strange for Josh to look down, since before he saw the floor closer and now he saw it a little lower, But he didn't give it any importance, so he put on the vest, exposing his thin arms without muscle, all that was left was to put on the "chain" to see himself in the mirror and see how he looked with the Jeno's outfit, He grabbed the chain and put it around his neck while his hair began to change color, going from black to purple and he also trimmed himself a little, when he put on the last accessory of the outfit he turned around and what he saw left him in shock.
But before he could speak his body started to hurt and burn too much so Josh had to sit on the couch while he had his arms crossed, between the burning and the pain he couldn't stand up, As he writhed in pain, he didn't notice how his skinny legs began to become toned and muscular, while his small layer of hair ceased to exist, His feet began to sweat, as the changes continued, now on his upper body, his back began to expand while also becoming muscular, As if being in the gym all day was what it was all about, his once skinny chest began to expand and thicken to give way to two very well-worked pectorals, His torso also expanded, what was once youthful now looking more adult and masculine, His stomach also started to hurt while a pack of abs appeared on his stomac while a beautiful v-line began to appear on the sides of his waist.
His once delicate hands began to expand while his fingers began to lengthen to give him the hands of a real man, his arms began to fill with all kinds of muscles, Triceps, biceps, deltoids, Now his biceps looked the size of a ball and, boy did the vest look better on that muscular body now, His once tanned skin began to change to become white while his knuckles and elbows were painted pink due to his skin color now being very white, Veins exploded all over his body, from his arms, to his abdomen and legs.
His once average-sized package began to lengthen and thicken as it went from 6 centimeters to about 11 large centimeters, His clothes began to change, his white boxers began to turn into black designer boxers, while his ass was now two beautiful, fluffy, well-crafted bubbles, It wasn't long before the transformation was over, his face began to hurt and his bones began to creak while his face was reconstructed, His beautiful, big eyes became smaller while his nose became cuter and just the right size, his lips became pink and more kissable, His jaw also changed, the little baby fat he had began to disappear to make way for a beautiful, sharp jaw.
The pain and burning disappeared, Josh was grateful for that, once the pain disappeared he looked in the mirror and saw how he had become Jeno, his favorite member of the Korean band, But his happiness didn't take long when his head started to hurt, because his old memories were being erased and new memories were entering his mind, Joshua clutched his head while new information appeared in his head, giving him new memories, new skills, and a new language.
He was no longer the 18-year-old American Joshua.
Now he was Lee Je No The K-pop idol that boys and girls loved thanks to his voice, his visuals and his body and that he and his group "NCT DREAM" were currently on tour in the United States, He was born in Korea and from a very young age showed interest in music and dance, now at 24 years old he was a sensation inside and outside of Korea, He loved his group and its members and especially Jaemin, he also loves food and the gym, that's why the body he has, Once Jeno's headache went away, someone came and knocked on the door, it was one of their members, Haechan.
"ëë ì€ëčê° ëëŹì”ëë€! ì€ë ë°€ì ìì ì ìì êČì ëë€" (âIâm ready! This night will be unforgettable.â) Jeno said, as he stood up from the couch and fixed his hair, it didn't take him long to come out of his dressing room and join the guys from the band, ready to give the concert of their lives.
They gave the concert and Jeno took off his vest to reveal his big, muscular body while his fans took photos. Once the concert was over, the boys returned to their hotel, Once everyone was there and opened their social networks and Jeno found a photo of him from today's concert, while he saw the photo he just smiled.
This was the photo that Jeno saw of him:
Jeno had made today's concert unforgettable as he himself said.
Against my better judgment, I went to the mall on an unassuming Friday. After losing my job a few weeks ago, I became paranoid about spending any money that wasnât strictly necessary, and Iâve always had a difficult time in treating myself even before. But I really wanted the new Persona game. I walked around the mall for a long time, mulling over on whether I should buy it or not, and whether I even deserved it.
As I finished a small meal at the food court, I caught a glimpse of one of the most beautiful Asian women Iâd ever seen on the other side of the mall walking out of a clothing store. Her long flowing skirt teased her slim legs that looked incredibly long thanks to her high heels, and her tight midriff was complemented by her glistening bare shoulders that popped in and out from behind her black hair. I was so focused on her that I managed to see her drop something that she was putting into her purse as she answered a phone call.
Wanting an excuse to see this woman up close, I briskly power-walked my way to the area, leaving my trash on the table. She also walked quickly and confidently in her heels; by the time I had gotten closer, she was already far away from the clothing storeâs entrance. âE-Excuse me!â I yelled awkwardly. âYou dropped somethingâŠ!â I wasnât sure if she couldnât hear me or if she didnât realize I was talking to her, but her shapely silhouette had already turned a corner. I picked up what she had dropped, a sleek and fancy black credit card with the name Yingyue Mu.
As I was walking in the direction the woman had gone to return her credit card, another thought occurred to me. What if I justâŠused the card? I was doing a lot of mental gymnastics to convince myself that it wouldnât be straight up thievery. Itâs wrong, but she looks pretty well-off. And it might not even work in the first place⊠And itâs not like I intentionally stole it or anything, it just happened to be here⊠I walked around the mall for a bit, lost in my thoughts. I was partially looking for the woman again so that I could return the card and be done with weighing my own morality, but I did not find her.
âFuck it,â I said under my breath with a small smirk after thinking some more. âIâll just try it on one little thing and be done with it.â I waltzed my way into GameStop and nervously handed the cashier the card for my copy of Persona 3 Reload. All it would take for me to fold would be the cashier pointing out the blatant Chinese name on the card, as I already felt guilty enough and didnât want to have to lie. But all I was met with was a âThank you, have a great dayâ as he handed me my game. I left the mall with butterflies in my stomach, giddy about my new game and anxious about keeping a credit card that wasnât mine.
Once I settled back into my apartment, I played Persona for most of the evening and felt absolutely amazing. Like, way more electric than even a new game shouldâve made me feel. But after waking up the next morning, I came down from my high and settled into a nice cozy Saturday with doing chores and playing more games. Later that evening, I realized I was out of food and went to the grocery store for something easy and frozen, forgetting that I still had the black credit card until it was time to pay at the self-checkout. âŠItâs probably canceled by now for sure, I thought, convincing myself that there would be no harm in trying. My eyes widened as I saw my receipt being printed. Not only did it work, I almost felt bad about not getting more.
I went back and forth in my head again as I pushed my cart to the car. I could always go back in and just get moreâŠbut I shouldnât even be using this in the first place⊠Shaking my head, I made myself drive home before I could be tempted further, ending the night with some YouTube and gaming as I usually did. As I slept that night, a lot of my body hair thinned with some of it disappearing altogether.
My Sunday was mostly uneventful. I spent a lot of time looking for jobs online, as it still made me anxious that I wouldnât be going into work on Monday morning like I had been weeks ago. Despite my best efforts in being productive and distracting myself, I found the credit card lingering in the back of my mind. How long can I get away with using it? Should I try again today? Thankfully, my lazy desire to stay inside today won out, and I figured that thereâd be no shot of it working again after this many days had passed.
Without much to do on Monday, I found myself at the mall again, determined to put this morale issue to rest. I picked up a cheap, vaguely interesting game off the shelf at GameStop and handed over the card, expecting it surely be denied this time. I felt a pit in my stomach when it worked yet again. What the hell is going onâŠ? After another mental back-and-forth, I told myself that itâs her for fault for not canceling this thing for so long, why should I feel bad? This kind of thing isnât going to happen again, letâs stop being so weird about it and just go in! I picked out a basket and starting putting anything that mildly caught my interest. Games Iâd play later, some merch, some gift cards, some accessories Iâd probably never useâŠ
The cashier was visibly confused seeing me walk up with all of these items after initially paying for one cheap game. âThatâll be, uh⊠$1,289.45,â he said meekly. âFine by me,â I replied with an awkward smile. I felt an electric jolt shoot up my arm as he handed the card back to me. I became dizzy, and the world spun around for a brief moment. Something inside of my body felt off, but I couldnât pinpoint what it was. âThanksâŠâ I said with a blank stare as I regained my balance and focus. I cleared my throat and sat on a bench to sift through what I had just bought.
âOh my God, I actually bought over a thousand dollarsâ worth of stuffâŠ!â I mumbled under my breath. I caught my hands shaking as I rummaged through the bags, unsure if it was from excitement, anxiousness, or something else. Although it was happening too slowly to notice in the moment, my arms and hands were shrinking and were developing a subtle roundness in certain areas. After relaxing for a few minutes, that euphoric feeling from the first day began to well up inside me, and it was much greater than before. I felt like I could do anything! Leaving all of my items on the bench for a moment, I spotted a cute girl and asked her on a date. I was swiftly rejected, but I didnât care! I felt so good!
Although I wasnât actively noticing, I think I had been lightly shaking all the way back to the car and back home. After unloading my bounty, I tried to chill with some games but was too hyper to focus. I spontaneously said fuck it and went for a short jog around the block hoping to use up some of this energy. It helped mentally cool me down, but I still felt like I never had before. I played Persona for the rest of the day but hardly cared about what was happening in the game.
Waking up and washing my face the next day, I was almost relieved to feel like myself again. Even though yesterday had been amazing, it was just so weird. I thought today would have been normal until I noticed my hands in the restroom. They had become much smaller, and my fingers much slimmer. My arms had also shrunk, and while I never had a much bicep strength to boast, my upper arms felt fluffier and were noticeably missing masculine tone. âWhat theâŠâ I pondered about it for a while until a phone call snapped me out my own head. Some acquaintances I had made from my last job wanted to invite me to lunch to see how I was doing after being let go. I gladly accepted; it made me a little emotional.
I wore a long-sleeved shirt for our meetup so that only my small hands were visible. Theyâre different, but not different enough for someone else to notice, right? The group of three guys and a girl took me to our favorite burger joint, a place we used to indulge in once a week together. I entered the building excited to talk to these guys again, but once our food was delivered, an odd sensation came over me. They were grabbing their burgers with both hands and just chowing downâŠwhich wasnât weird, I always did that, too. What was weird is that I felt a sense of repulsion watching them eat, like I didnât belong here. Or rather, that they were somehowâŠdisgusting.
I awkwardly grabbed my burger with one hand and shoved a big bite into my face to stop myself from overthinking. Not only did it taste bad, I felt my skin crawl from how nauseous the action made me feel. My hand and face were covered in grease and sauce. What the hell is this?? Feeling a few of their eyes dart my way, I continued to nibble at the burger as best I could without being weird about it. By the time everyone had finished, I barely halfway done. âNot hungry today?â one of the guys chuckled. I laughed awkwardly and thought of something on the spot: âYeah guess not, I shouldâve had my dentist appointment after this cuz it messed up my taste.â We chatted and laughed for a while longer. I really wanted to use my credit card again to pay for the meal, but knowing that the waitress would take it out my sight made me uneasy, so I only chipped in with some loose cash and took the half burger home with me to finish later.
At least, thatâs what everyone assumed Iâd do. I threw that abomination into the trash as soon as I got home and vigorously washed my hands and face. I never wanted to see another burger again in my life. Later that evening, looking at the frozen meals in my fridge brought similar feelings. Using the black card, I ordered a simple but hefty sushi and noodle meal. When I felt an odd fit of my pants the next morning, I assumed I had eaten too much in the day prior. What I didnât realize was that my lower body proportions had begun to change as I slept and continued to change throughout the rest of the Wednesday. It was another indoors day for me, and I used the credit card to order more ample delivery meals. Besides my arms, I didnât notice anything being explicitly wrong with my body until I undressed and took a shower that evening.
The fabric of my clothing coming off felt odd, and the warm water hitting my skin made me flinch and realize that I had become almost completely hairless from the neck down. Contrary to how it felt hours ago, my stomach was much flatter, and my pelvis had grown wider. M-My body, whatâs going on with meâŠ?! I held my hands against my hips in confusion. I didnât look like a girl, but I probably couldâve been mistaken for one from far away. Washing myself was difficult and uncomfortable, as I was so much smoother and felt the soap and my fingers against my skin in ways I never had before. My mind was racing â should I call my doctor? Should IâŠcan I do anything about this? I thought about the past few days in critical detail.
The weirdness began after I spent that thousand-plus at GameStopâŠI felt that jolt, I thought, incorrectly identifying the beginning of all this. Then, I thought about the two things that I was interacting with at the time â the GameStop employee and the black credit card. At first, I wanted to assume that the employee had done something to me, but it felt ludicrous. I didnât think the card itself could hold any power, so I wondered if I was being punished by some almighty being for my greed in that moment. I wasnât religious, but I prayed that night hoping for forgiveness.
The next morning, all I was met with were my thighs being rounded out with supple feminine fat, making it irritating to walk without rubbing my balls the wrong way. Staring at my reflection and at my arms and hands in the mirror, part of me wanted to cry. I was scared that things were snowballing out of my control and I didnât know what to do about it, or what was really even happening. I wanted that dopamine rush I got whenever I used the credit card, but I was afraid that using it might be related to the cause.
Taking drastic measures, I locked the card away into a small safe that was buried deep in my closet, then went outside for a breath of fresh air wearing clothes Iâd kept from middle school, as my usual clothing had an uncomfortable fit by now. I couldnât stop myself from wearing shorter clothing, as my skin felt like it needed the air, too. It felt calming, but I noticed a few lingering glances from passing strangers. Itâs becoming noticeable⊠I dreaded, trying my best to remain calm. If I stop using the card, itâll go away. Iâll be fine.
The buzzing thoughts in my head were initially based on my anxieties, but as I grew more comfortable and relaxed, my thoughts became more mean-spirited before I even noticed. Such a slob, wearing a run-down rag with a stain on it. Ew, she chewed off her fingernails like an animal. I canât believe they even make dresses in her size⊠I was judging peoplesâ appearances without even thinking about it. The feeling of disgust was similar to what I felt at the burger joint, why were these white people just so filthy to me?
Iâm a slob, too. Iâm white, I would joke to myself in my head, trying to combat my weird thoughts. I tried to keep things down low from here. I didnât use the black credit card once for the rest of the day and for the following Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Subsequently, I didnât notice many changes to my body beyond what had already happened. But fuck it was hardâŠI was soooo bored! I could barely get myself to continue job-hunting, and my video games were no longer engaging me like they had mere days ago. Even the stuff I got from spending over a grand at GameStop failed to evoke happiness. I didnât know what withdrawal felt like, but I was going through it. I needed to buy something big and expensive, it didnât matter whatâŠI needed to use the card again.
Come next Monday, I was itching for dopamine to the point where I was trying to convince myself that I was in a financial emergency despite still having a decent amount of savings. Donât have a new job yet, moneyâs getting lower, and I need groceries today, soooo⊠But no, I canât use the card anymore. Besides, itâs surely canceled by NOW, right? Then, I saw a text from an online friend, linking me to a new and expensive high-quality Persona statue that just went up for pre-order. The website did a great job at highlighting its qualities and features â even though something in my head was preventing me from enjoying the game lately, this was something Iâd have loved to have on display in my room. Fuck, but I canâtâŠ!
To stop myself from ruminating too much, I ran outside to jog around the block again, but it didnât help. I wanted that statue, I wanted to use the card, I still had to get groceries anywayâŠand maybe I could even pick up some new clothing while Iâm at it, as even my smaller clothing was beginning to get uncomfortable. Somehow, I managed to resist the urge all day. My body was tense, as if I had to keep it in check at every moment.
Throughout the next three days, I found myself feeling a bit more relaxed. I was able to focus on my job search and actually enjoyed some gaming again. My temptations to use the card were lessening, and everything felt like it was going back to normal, except for my misshapen body. That all came crashing down on Friday when I accidentally tripped over my own feet and spilled a full cup of soda directly onto my PC. âNOâŠ!!!â I screamed as the monitor went blank, hearing a few electric pops from within. I had just received this PC as a birthday gift less than six months ago and it was a godsend compared to my older hunk of junk, I needed this thing, and I knew that getting another one would be a huge hit to my savings.
I spent hours trying to dry it from the inside and was researching ways to troubleshoot on my phone, but it was fruitless. I was periodically yelling to let out my anger, but all I really felt was despair at the loss of the single most important item in my apartment. Can I really not afford it? I thought to myself. I have so much junk I could sell, especially from GameStop, but that would take so longâŠmight not even be worth itâŠ
After thinking for a long while, I took a deep breath and opened my safe with a clear head. This is an emergency, this is a real emergency, I thought. After today, no more black card. Last time. Feeling an odd blend of eagerness and defeat, I pulled the card out and went to Amazon from my phone. The PC was nearly $3,000, and I added a few more hundred onto that with one-day shipping. When the order went through, I was still astonished at how the card was working, but then I remembered that they would only charge me when the unit was shipped.
Still, I felt a sense of relief, as if I had some kind of confidence that the card would continue to work. âI did say today was the last dayâŠdayâs still not over yet,â I mumbled, beginning to change clothes for an outing. Having put off my groceries and other chores all week, I figured that I could wrap them up all at once while treating myself a little. With the panic and heartache Iâd endured the last few hours, I figured I deserved it. Briefly glancing at myself in the mirror, it looked like my hair had grown a little longer, but I didnât give it much thought.
Strolling through the mall as my first stop, I didnât know what clothing to pick out. I didnât want any of the womenâs clothing even though deep down I figured they would probably fit my body the best, so I simply held up a few unisex pieces to my body and eyeballed them, figuring theyâd work. Then, I got a late sushi lunch at the food court. The quality wasnât amazing, but it felt like such a breath of fresh air after all of the cereal, fast food, and frozen meals Iâd been forcing down my throat all week. That indescribably exciting feeling I got whenever I used the card was welling inside of me again after buying the meal and my clothing. The card is definitely doing something to me, I thought as I realized it, but is this really a punishment? For being greedy? Is buying necessities greedy? It just feelsâŠso goodâŠ
Wanting to try a little experiment, I convinced myself to buy a $100 necklace to see how it would feel. As soon as the transaction had completed, I was practically tingling. I felt so good that I had almost forgotten all about destroying my PC earlier today. Todayâs the last day, letâs enjoy itâŠrightâŠ?! As I moved from store to store, buying expensive thing after expensive thing, my jaw began to round, and my skin felt like it was boiling into a hot sizzle as my pale skin tone took on a yellower hue. I noticed that my hair began to brush against my shoulders and that my voice rose higher as my Adamâs apple fell back and higher into my neck, but I simply felt too good to care by that point!
I had a brief moment of contemplation when I went out to my car, needing to load my bags because I couldnât carry anymore. I tugged at my hair with dainty hands and looked at my reflection through the car window. Through my now-slanted eyes with deep brown irises, softened chin, and heightened cheekbones, I could just barely recognize myself. This is bad, was a brief thought that went through my head. But I didnât feel bad at all, I was ready to go back in for round twoâŠ! While I was walking back into the mall, I even pre-ordered that Persona statue from my phone. I can always talk to a doctor later. I can buy out the whole damn mall today!
My shopping spree couldnât be stopped. Trinkets, toiletries, tools, clothing, it didnât matter! It was all mine for the taking! I noticed that cashiers had begun calling me âmaâam.â âMaâam,â I said out loud to myself, scrunching my face. Such a disgusting abbreviation. Fitting for people behind registers, I suppose. By the time I found myself back at the clothing sections, my smooth skin had lost all traces of its Caucasian heritage, and my face had further morphed beyond all recognizability, as I was now sporting thinner eyebrows, fuller lips, a flattened nose, and even whiter, brighter teeth.
Instead of just buying new clothing like I had from the first batch, I went into the changing room with a bag this time. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in awe. I was beautiful, but still horribly incomplete and covered with ill-fitting clothes. Unbeknownst to me, it was at that moment where my new PC had shipped, deducting over $3,000 from the cardâs balance. I didnât know why it was happening, but my dick turned rock hard mere moments later. I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles, hypnotized by the feeling on top of my incredible credit card high. My scrotum was painfully constricting around my balls, and the skin around my pecs began to wobble as I mindlessly stroked myself.
I knew I could orgasm quickly, but I wanted it to last. Bouncing my slim Asian legs in place while licking my lips, admiring the face of the woman who stared back in the mirror, nothing in the world could have brought me back down to Earth. âOohâŠoohâŠooaahâŠâ I moaned quietly through gritted teeth, embracing the pain that came with my testes being pushed upward into my body. I fondled my chest with my other hand as it swelled into two distinct mounds, feeling stiff and enlarging nipples through my shirt. I leaned towards the mirror. I need her, I need her, I need her so fucking badâŠ
Just when I was on the brink of climax, I heard a sudden schrriiiiiip from the floor. The tops of my sneakers had been ripped down the center up to my toes and melted down to the sides, revealing the tops of my feet. âA-Ah!â I yelped, practically losing my balance while barely maintaining my sexual high as thin plastic rods began to grow underneath the material around my heels, pushing them into the air. I had to release my cock to catch myself against the wall with both hands as a thin strap materialized around my ankles, too focused on myself and my reflection to even notice that my shoes had transformed into a pair of black high heels.
âFFFFFâŠfuckâŠ!â I bit my lip as I continued to stroke on wobbly legs. In that mere moment, my cock had grown much smaller, became much harder, and felt infinitely more sensitiveâŠ! Another startling riiiiiipp sounded from my back as my shirt tore itself down the middle, ending at the small of my back while revealing my shoulder blades and upper back. My sleeves rolled themselves up into little straps while the front of my shirt cut low as it completely changed material while revealing and supporting my developing breasts.
âOhmigawd, ohmigawd,â I whispered as quietly as I could with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My silent stroking was quick to become more audible schlicking, and my dick had practically disappeared into a nub. Warmth slowly enveloped my whole body, as if I had been gently lowered into a sauna. Nearly gasping for air through harsh breaths, I slowly and awkwardly lowered myself to my knees as I finished, unable to notice the bottom of my shirt elongating itself into a stylish dark satin dress that would flow and playfully tease my sexy legs.
I kept my eyes closed for a long while as I took it all in, eventually placing my hands to the wall and mirror while still on my knees. I lightly coughed and cleared my throat as my eyelids fluttered open, still in awe from my reflection. I tapped and curled my fingers for a bit against the wall, thinking about how thin and petite they were while analyzing how they moved. After a bit of thinking, I began giggling to myself with a foreign voice, loving the sight of my lips curling and my eyes squinting in laugher. I had a hard time containing myself, probably because the situation seemed impossible. I knew that none of this made any sense, so why did this all feel so right?
I stood up slowly, legs still shaking in my heels, and patted myself down through my dress. Smooth, strong, sexy, alluring, were some words that popped into my head, especially once I stepped out of my fallen pants and boxers and looked at my body at different angles. When I shimmied my boxers up my smooth legs, the waistband suddenly popped out of the fabric as the fabric itself began to disintegrate and change, leaving behind a cute pair of silk panties that hugged my body. âIâm aâŠIâm a womanâŠa goddess,â I huffed, watching the material change before my eyes. I smiled at my reflection again, thinking about how obvious all of the earlier signs were in hindsight several days ago. If being a woman meant feeling this good, I was fully prepared to lean into it.
After cooling off and making sure I looked good, I took another look at the clothing in my bags and scoffed. These clothes were beneath me now. I left the whole bag in the room and continued my shopping spree, focusing on more feminine clothing and jewelry while learning how to strut in my heels. I donât know anything about any of thisâŠbut whatâs stopping me from learning? Itâs all mineâŠ! Anything I want, itâs mineâŠ! Wanting to make myself even more beautiful, I put several bags of makeup, skincare, and haircare products into my bags, figuring that Iâd get enough volume to trial and error with it without worrying about running out. Every time I was handed my credit card back from a cashier, I sanitized it in front of their grubby faces, hoping that they were bright enough to appreciate the luxury of being in my presence.
Once I had finally worn myself out of shopping, I treated myself to a five-star restaurant for a caviar and lobster dinner and figured that Iâd leave grocery shopping to delivery services. It was my first time trying both, but I had the feeling I would love them. Having been relieved of most of my usual anxiety and self-doubt, I slept like an angel that night, knowing full well I deserved all of the wonderful things Iâd done for myself.
Feeling my breasts and soft thighs the next morning, I was relieved that I hadnât been living a dream. The overwhelming euphoria I got from using the card had died down, but I still felt like the queen of the world. âI really amâŠall woman. Every last inch,â I cooed to myself as I showered in the morning, wanting to abolish my usual habit of evening showering. After practicing a few positive affirmations in the mirror, I found myself feeling more than just willing to accept femininity. I was so excited! I practically spent all day learning how to use makeup and other products, and dressing up in the endless amount of clothing I had bought yesterday. I simply could not get enough of myself! I had become perfect!
Such brilliance and radiance obviously couldnât go unnoticed. Everywhere I went, people treated me with respect and admiration. The quieter ones, I could just feel their eyes on me from far away. They either wanted to be me or lusted for a second of my attention. The men especially knew their place, always holding doors open for me and offering to buy me meals. And the ones who tried to get a little too close were met with swift embarrassment. After all, no one batted an eye if a gorgeous woman like me were to slap someone a little too hard. The amount of confidence and power I had was dizzying.
Of course, despite all of that, I still had a lot on my plate to figure out. I could buy anything I wanted, but my credit card wouldnât be useable to pay the rent. My ID and undergrad degree had also become utterly useless, as I had essentially become a new â and better â human being. Looking at the name on my card, I figured that I could get a new ID and other documents forged in the name of Yingyue Mu. With my infinite wealth being limited to what I could use a credit card on, contractors and other shady workers became my best friends. As I worked on getting new documents, I hired professional photographers, editors, writers, and social media marketers to promote a fake story of how a dusty little girl from China made it all the way to being a superstar model in America, learning so many ins and outs of being a woman along the way.
Even though I was better than everyone else, I still had a lot to learn about business, social interactions, and presentation â three concepts I began to religiously study and practice day in and day out. At first, my fake social media story drew in and inspired some people, but it couldnât stop there; I wanted more clicks, likes, and money. It wasnât too hard to become a self-proclaimed amateur model with my natural beauty and talent and with all of the clothing, makeup, and accessories I had access to, but that wasnât nearly enough. I had to reach out and gift my lovely self to sponsors.
After one short month had passed, I had already forgotten what it was like being a man. I knew I had always been one, but the thought of being one ever again was just unfathomable. Like, how could anyone be ready to leave the house within ten minutes of waking up? How could anyone wear any piece of clothing two days in a row? How could anyone literally say exactly whatâs on their mind at any given point? The concept of masculinity just didnât make sense to me anymore. I was okay with that, though. The mystery was kind of attractive in a fictional sense, since no man I interacted with on a day-to-day basis was anywhere close to deserving of me.
I continued to learn, grow, and make connections throughout the year while traveling the world, using my shining body and vibrant personality to model for countless amounts of brands and sponsors. That black credit card never stopped working, as it paid for all of my traveling, lodging, luxury mealsâŠalmost everything! Which meant that my savings were able to skyrocket, especially as I began making more and more money. Paying the rent for my apartment soon felt like providing charity to the poor.
By the end of my first year living as a woman, I had practically become a social media celebrity and had visited over ten different countries. I felt like I was committing a sin every time I returned home in America, as if I were living in a pigsty. Once I saved enough money, I could move overseas, buy a mansion in Europe, maybe? Although it may be preferrable to be around those who shared my pristine Chinese heritage⊠I daydreamed about my future a lot, even when I was at one of my modeling agencyâs evening social gatherings where I was debuting a sleek zebra-print dress. After becoming exhausted from socializing and pretending to like these people, I took a high seat on an empty staircase and looked down at the little party, thinking about how blissful it must be to be an insect, ignorant to the fact that they could never even begin to fathom being as perfect as moi.
A Patron reward for Silv, thank you so much!! <3 This story features a man down on his luck finding a mysterious credit card that seems to change and invigorate him the more he uses it...
Also, stay tuned for a HOT summer beginning tomorrow... Be sure to tune back in cuz you won't want to miss July. ;)
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