#bitchification
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Who's The Bimbo?
"Oh dear dear dear. You thought I was a bimbo? Just because I was wearing pink? Since I was smiling with you?"
"I think you must be the bimbo if you didn't know the signs. A skintight latex outfit? A tight, commanding bun? The fact that I told you I like to tie up silly little dolls? I wasn't smiling with you...I was laughing at you."
"You still don't get it, do you? You're quite the airhead. Even after I get changed into my preferred attire. Dressed to kill. Blood red dress without any hint of pink. You still don't realize what's happening?"
"I didn't you invite you back to my place 'to have a girly sleepover'. The only 'frisky bimbo fun' we'll be having is if I feel like fetching my 10" strap-on from my dungeon. No, tonight, we're going to be making it VERY clear which of us is a bimbo."
"That's right my pretty little ditz. I'm not a bimbo - I'm a bimbo domme. So wiggle you're pretty little ass into these stirrups."
"Once I lock you in, I'm going to pump you full of silicone and collagen until you're ready to pop. I'm going to break you're mind with so many submissive bimbo hypnos that you will be drooling with a blank look for days. I'm going to make you plastic and pliant and the perfect doll worthy of serving me. What do you think about that?"
"Hmmm...so you knew all along? You were acting dumb this whole time so I'd do this to you? Clever girl...but not for long. You won't need to act to be dumb when I'm done with you."
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Brat App
Ugh why did Mom have to marry the Dad of that bitch Alison?! As if being bullied at school isn’t enough now I have to get it at home too? I guess it’s not all bad though because I was able to hack into Alison’s phone and invite myself onto the exclusive ‘Brat App’ that Alison and her friends are all on. No idea what it is but with any luck I’ll find out some dirt on Alison to get her finally expelled so I can have some peace.
Hmmm this just looks to be some sort of social status game with challenges built on top. Every challenge has a ‘Brat’ value associated with it. So the more challenges a person does the higher up the leaderboard they climb and the higher up the rank. No big shock that Alison is sitting at the top as a level 10! Which gives her the rank of ‘Brat Queen’ which appropriate. By my calculations that would be…. nearly 10,000 points! Wow she must be addicted to this game. Looks like I got 1,000 bonus just for signing up and I can spend it on my little avatar of myself. Let’s see what I can buy. Sure why not, let’s improve her eyesight.…
Holy crap what just happened? My body feels all tingly and different. My glasses are making my eyes blurry. Did… did this app just cure my eyesight? This is unbelievable! What else can it do… more athletic, long nails, thick hair, big boobs, perfect posture. It makes sense now! All these challenges are real life challenges! This is how Alison is the hottest most feared girl in school! Ok new plan, if I raise the ranks of this app, and surpass Alison’s score then she’ll have to listen to me and become nicer. How hard could it be? I’m already at level one after all and these challenges don’t seem that difficult….
Bold makeup. Check. Revealing dress. Check. And that’s net me… let’s see here. 50 points? At this rate I’ll finish college before I have enough points! I need more bigger ticket items. Let me redeem these pathetic points at least. Mmmm nothing changed but it did give me a nice little tingle. Ok for 1000 points I need to… send some nudes?! Absolutely not! Alison hasn’t even done that! For another 1000 I need to suck a married cock? How vile! Ok this is more doable. Spread a vicious rumor about a classmate for 300. I could do that I guess. Hmmm I have to post it directly to the app so it can’t be about Alison or any of her friends. I know, I’ll say something about Lisa the unfortunate overweight girl in our class. She’ll never see it. I’ll say she was banned from Dairy Queen for breaking in and eating their whole stock. And send! Ohhhh somethings happening!
Oh god my tits! They’ve gone up like two sizes! But why? Hmmm looks like I hit some hidden ‘Bitch Bonus’ by doing that challenge. This is amazing and all I had to do was make fun of that whale Lisa. I know it was mean but it feels so fucking good! She’ll be fine it’s not like anyone will believe it anyway. <ding> ohhh that felt nice, what was it? Oh one of Alison’s friends liked my post. <ding> mmmm another one of her friends liked my post! Every like is 10 points and feels so gooood! <ding> oh fuck yesss girls keep liking! It feels so hawt! Maybe I should spread a few more lies…
Mmmm my body feels so much better in these clothes I redeemed! After only a few more rumors I got easily up to level 5, ‘Beta Bitch’, which unlocked my beautiful nails, my gorgeous silky hair, my perfect makeup, and all the knowledge to maintain them. Even my body is better shape, I’m so flexible now! Not to say anything about my lovely big tits! Alison’s friends seemed to really enjoy my wicked little rumours. I can’t deny it wasn’t fun writing them and it was even better getting the likes for them!
But I do feel kind of bad for all those losers I wrote stuff about though, I think the Brat App is effecting not just my body but my mind too. I feel so nasty and mean everytime I use it and even more now in this tight blouse and short skirt. I can’t help if I’m hotter than those dorks now! No that’s the app’s influence talking! I have to stop using the app, but I need to topple Alison! Ugh what do I do? <ding> what’s this? I’ve unlocked a new bonus. ‘Morality Suppression’? Hmmm that would solve my problems I guess and there is an option to turn it off later. Ok I’m going to do it! It’s for the good of the school after all. Here goes…
Ohhhhh fuck yesss that sooo much better. Like hell this is for the good of the school this is for the good of me! I feel so fucking free now. To think I was feeling regret for those pathetic fattys and geeky nerds I was writing about! I only regret not writing more! The only people worth anything are my bratty followers who like my posts and even they need to know their place and they will when I surpass Alison and become the new Queen bee. Oh fuck I feel so horny being this bad! I need some release and quick! Mmmm maybe I can finally tick off some of these challenges old me was too much of a loser to attempt. Mmmm yesss those will raise my rank in no time! Oh I have the perfectly wicked idea that will make me a bratty goddess by the end of the day! Oh step daddy!
Changed? Nonsense step daddy I’ve always looked like this. I’m a spoilt wicked little bitch just like your precious daughter, only you can fuck me. What’s the matter step daddy? Cat got your tongue? I bet you always wanted to fuck your mean little princess didn’t you? But you’re a good man and would never do that would you? But guess what? I’m not your daughter but I’m everything she is and more. Would you like a look under my shirt? Sure you would.
Hehe I see you like it step daddy. The outline of your cock is practically bursting out of your pants. Mmm and it looks so impressive. Let me have a peek <zip> oh step daddy, I can see why mommy married you. You’re so big! It’s making my mouth water. I need to have it step daddy, please say yes! I know you’re still hesitant so maybe it might convince you if I stopped calling you step daddy and instead called you… daddy. Mmm you like that don’t you… daddy? You want to put that big cock in my mouth and have my perfect pink lips suck it don’t you… daddy?
Mmmm thanks daddy for the great fucking, you’ve helped me complete so many nasty challenges. Suck a married cock. Check. Fuck an older man. Check. Call him daddy. Mmmm double check. After everything we got up to I completed over a dozen challenges, more than enough to take you bitch of a daughter’s crown. I just have to redeem the points now and assume the throne…. Mmmm it feels so good but something different is happening… oh fuck something amazing is happening!
Mmmm oh fuck yessss! Look at me, I’m a blonde busty bitch now! Im older and sexier and I feel so fucking nasty and hawt but how is this possible? Oh I see I unlocked a new challenge tree and a new rank. Mmmm ‘Homewrecker’ I love the sound of that! Who needs to be a bratty queen when I could be the wicked bitch that stole her daddy instead. Thats right darling, I’ve levelled up to being your mistress now and if you’re lucky and do as I say soon I’ll unlock ‘Trophy Wife’ and you can spoil me rotten as you should. Don’t worry I’ll still call you daddy, it makes everything feel so much more naughty. My mother? You mean that old crone Emma? She’s not my mother anymore, she not even my rival, she’s just an obstacle to our love, isn’t that right? Mmmm I knew you’d agree…. Daddy.
EPILOGUE
Alison was wondering what her father was doing that was taking so god damn long that he couldn’t have sent a car or something to pick her up from the mall like he promised. She had spent so much on his credit card that she was surrounded by high end boutique bags. Just when she was reaching her finally straw she got a message from him telling her he had sent a friend, some woman by the name of Gabrielle, to pick her up. Alison hadn’t heard of any Gabrielle before, except maybe her new dorky step sister but she went by Gabby anyway.
Following her father’s instructions to Gabrielle, Alison’s mouth was agape when she turned the corner to find a stunning blonde waiting for her. The blonde looked at Alison with distain and made Alison feel insignificant for the first time in her life. She didn’t like it. Gabrielle didn’t let up with her stare down, enjoying the way Alison averted her gaze. Alison meanwhile was grateful that their encounter was going to brief.
“So you’re Ted’s daughter? Hmmm I expected somebody a little more… impressive.” Gabrielle said not willing to hide her distaste. If this was anyone else Alison would have ground them to dust with only a few choice words but she felt so intimidated as she got into the car with the blonde bitch.
So much so that her phone dinged to tell her she lost some Brat points for her weakness. She had never lost points before! Gabrielle smirked to herself as she looked at her own phone and saw her points climb. She couldn’t wait become a wicked step mother.
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THE RILEY EXPERIMENT
(Based on ip that Mana Omega kindly has allowed me to use.)
Riley Green wished his Dad had never remarried. It wasn't that he disliked his step-mom Rachel Grey, it was her bitchy daughter Riley that made his life feel like hell. Thanks to the marriage, they were now two teens exactly the same age, in the same class at school and now even living together in the same house.
But despite those superficial similarities, they couldn't be two more different people.
Firstly; it was incredibly annoying having the same name as your step-sister. Packages were constantly arriving at the house for the female Riley and if male Riley forgot to check the label properly, he'd often find himself holding a bra or a sexy tight fitting bodystocking from Shein or Pretty Little Thing.
Much to his embarrassment, Riley had found himself keeping one of the bras. It was a 34D leopard skin print bra. He would sometimes jerk off whilst wearing it; not really sure why he found the thought of having Riley's big tits on his chest such a fucking turn on; but doing it anyway. He was definitely NOT gay, but there was something going on there that made him hard. He knew it was wrong to steal underwear, but somehow it just felt so good. Riley never commented on the bra going missing, maybe she thought it had gotten lost in the post.
After all, she wasn't very careful with money. Riley seemed to have a unlimited spend amount on her credit-card and was constantly buying new clothes to keep up with the popular girl fashions. She was basically a spoiled brat. If Mommy wouldn't buy it for her, she'd usually find some guy to give her what she wanted.
Riley was into social media and seemed to spend more time building up followers on Insta or Tiktok then doing anything useful with her life. Riley didn't think his step-sister was shallow, he knew she was. She seemed to date a new guy every week and as far as Riley could tell she was definitely sexually active. Sometimes he'd hear... noises from her room. Noises that made him really horny.
One night he'd heard a sexy low buzzing from her room. He'd lain propped up against the wall, his stolen bra stuffed with socks as he listened to his step-sister groan and moan and he jerked his cock to the sounds of her pleasure. She was obviously using a vibrator or magic wand and he wondered if one of the packages that had passed through his hands had actually been a sex-toy. It made him wish he had accidentally opened THAT package.
"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh I'm soooo fucking wet, mmmmmmhhhh..."
He had cum so hard that night.
The thought of what he might do with a dildo or butt-plug made him blush. No... he was definitely straight, these were just some weird ideas he was sometimes having. It was all the fault of having such a slutty step-sister.
Indeed, the main problem with living with her was that Riley was so fucking hot. She had a big round bubble-butt, large firm breasts and a gorgeous face. She looked good in everything and she had the spoiled, knowing, mean girl bimbo look that made boys weak. She always wore the sexiest outfits, had long sexy nails and was the purist vision of toxic femininity possible. She loved to tease Riley, manipulate and use him. She seemed to get off on the power she had over him.
In fact - in order to differentiate between them, Riley had popularised the use of his hated nickname Ry. Now nearly everyone called him Ry and it sucked.
The two of them couldn't be more unalike. Riley was popular, hot, pretty and sexually confident - Ry was dorky, nervous, unconfident and a virgin.
About the only advantage Ry had over Riley was that he was smart. A lot smarter. In fact he was a bit of a genius. Riley had used that to her advantage though, swiftly learning that now they shared a house it was pretty easy to copy Ry's homework and manipulate him into helping her grades improve.
"Ohhh you're such a good step-brother," she'd purr as she got another A- on a paper. "Hey, did I mention I have some new social media photos I'd like you to 'examine' for me. Let me air-drop them to your phone.'
Riley had learned that if she provided images of herself, her step-brother would do whatever she wanted. He was addicted to her beauty and femininity - whilst she found his intelligence useful.
Getting her brother to cheat for her had paid dividends. In fact Riley's grades had improved SO much as a result of her using her step-brother, her Mom had promised she could go to a music festival with her slutty friends, provided she passed the final test.
The final test.
There would be no way to cheat on that. Riley's frustrations were evident. Her Step-Bro couldn't exactly sit the test for her and she wasn't smart enough to pass without cheating.
"Listen babe, you need to find a way to help me pass that test. I need to go to that music festival with my girlies. Find a way to make me smarter or something. Just imagine how hot I'll look in all the pictures I can send you."
Ry scratched his head. What was he supposed to do? You couldn't exactly make another person... smarter in under a week, could you?
Hmmmm, that jogged a strange memory. About a year ago, Ry had been following an interesting online science blog from a girl in another town. Laura Sims was another science prodigy (who he'd actually had a bit of a crush on). One day she'd just stopped posting, but he remembered her putting up some interesting ideas for a hi tech Crispr solution. The idea was the solution would eradicate genetic weaknesses in whoever drank it by taking the strengths from someone else's DNA.
It took a bit of searching - strangely Laura Sims no longer seemed to have much of an online presence. He found some information for a Laura Richie - some bitch from the same town who appeared to be living a life of decadence - but eventually succeeded in using the internet archives to find the page instead.
Laura had luckily uploaded her formula, hoping to 'open source' test it. He wondered why she'd taken everything down?
It didn't take long to create the formula. The advice from Laura was to try it before bed to give it time to activate. The main changes would come the day after. Riley looked on doubtfully as Ry took one of his head hairs and put it into the liquid. He gave it to her to drink. "This will give you my intelligence and smarts."
"Okay - if you're sure. I'll try anything to get to that festival."
Riley drank. "Ughhh, it tastes sour. Okay, let's hope this works. I'll go and start revising - maybe I'll get some early gains."
She left the room. As she did so, Ry noticed one of her long sexy head hairs had come free and was just lying there on the table. A terrible temptation overcame him. What if? What if he used the solution too? It wouldn't make him smart, but maybe it would make him more attractive and confident.
Feeling a little guilty, he dissolved the hair and drank the solution. It tasted sweet and his skin tingled, but nothing else seemed to happen. Weird... Riley had said it was sour.
Inside their bodies, the Crispr solution went to work. Riley's female DNA rushed through Ry's body, overwriting his cells. There was no melding here - no balancing. Riley's bitchy DNA was taking control and spreading like a wild-fire through his body.
Meanwhile Riley was also having her female cells consumed slowly and methodically by Ry's. The virus was even spreading to her brain, dendrites and synapses rewiring and altering to make her think like he did.
Now it was just a matter of waiting. The changes would soon be on their way
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DAY ONE:
Waking up groggily, Riley had to admit she didn't feel great. Her whole body felt sluggish and weak, like she had a really bad cold. Walking to the mirror she despaired to see that her usually flawless skin seemed a bit blotchy and riddled with acne, similar to her dorky step-bros. What the hell was his stupid formula doing to her?
Looking down she blushed. Her tits seemed obscenely large on her chest. She couldn't believe she usually allowed herself to walk around flaunting them like this. It didn't normally bother her, but now for some reason it did. She searched through her wardobe and finding a hoody, slid it on.
Her eyes seemed to be struggling. Maybe it was the light in here? Switching on the lights she tiredly walked to her makeup vanity and paused. Makeup? What was the point of makeup? She was only going to study for a test today.
Ignoring her usual cleansing routines and preparations, Riley took down the large Maths text-book she was supposed to be studying and opened it up. It was only twenty minutes later, that she realised she had become engrossed in the book without even realising it.
Her usually flippant mind that jumped from subject to subject seemed sharper and more focused. Sitting down at her desk, she began to study in earnest.
***
Ry opened his eyes and slid easily out of bed. He was usually a night person, so to find not only that he had slept well, but that he didn't feel tired of fatigued was a revelation to him.
He actually felt fucking great this morning. The Crispr solution seemed to be working. Walking to the mirror, Ry grinned in satisfaction. His usually bad skin was clearer and ever so slightly tanned. He had a healthy glow for the first time in years.
In fact his whole body seemed more toned with a healthier shape. He hadn't put any muscle on as far as he could see, but proportionally, everything seemed 'better'. The only downsides were a strange itching and puffiness on his chest and a few other weird changes.
His ass seemed fatter and slightly bigger. His hair seemed to have increased in length and volume. It gave him a rather... feminine... shape. He ignored the strange thrill of delight that brought him.
"It's early days for these changes yet. I just need to give it more time. I'll probably fill out and look more manly in the next stage. Probably to be expected I'd mirror a few of Riley's assets."
He wondered how Riley was getting on...
***
"Amazing," giggled Riley in satisfaction. Her mind was definitely getting faster. The hot sweats had started again earlier and she was having even more difficulty seeing, but it didn't matter to her anymore because the knowledge she was experiencing was so captivating.
She rubbed at her chest. Her boobs were really aching. For some reason her bra didn't seem to fit... it kept dropping down loose. She knew that cup sizes did change, she'd alternated between a 32 and 34 bust for years - but this felt different.
Her boobs seemed noticeably smaller. She'd always been proud of her big bust, her massive tits. Now she felt smaller and weaker without them. Strangely her clit seemed engorged today though. She'd had to stop doing her studying a few times to rub at the stiff little nub between her legs. If she'd had a more active imagination she'd say it seemed to be growing... almost like a tiny little cock.
But that would be crazy... right?
***
Ry rubbed at his chest. There was definitely something there and it was growing at a faster rate now. Sweat dripped from his body and he could almost hear his bones cracking and shifting within his body. It felt... pleasurable and strangely addictive. A desire for more transformation and a faster change rose within him. It felt like something good was happening to him. He wanted more of it.
Ry felt feverish and knew that the Crispr solution was spreading through his body like a virus. It had now reached critical mass and the changes were accelerating. Riley's DNA should be merging with his own, but it didn't feel like that. Something was wrong... or was it... right?
His skin felt softer, his hips seemed to have pushed out wider. The lumps on his chest definitely felt like breasts and his hair had doubled in length again.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," he groaned as another series of pops and cracks within his body sent him into spasms of pleasure. "Uggggh, what's happening to me?"
His pushed his chest out and grunted... the bumps on his chest got even bigger.
***
"I can't fucking see," groaned Riley as she reached up to her face. Her vision was totally blurry now. Her body felt wrecked and strangely weak. She looked down. Her chest was smaller now... her once large D cup tits now barely a B cup.
Staggering to her mirror, Riley saw her hair looked shorter. Her skin was paler and her soft feminine features seemed a little more boyish. Her swollen clit had formed a little bulge in her leggings. She could almost imagine a pair of balls were growing underneath it and her pussy sealing up, but that would be crazy!
Riley massaged her throat. Her voice was croaky and there was a strange lump in her throat that she had never noticed before. She'd been told boys had them... Adam's apples they were called.
Sweat dripped down her body. She rubbed at her armpits. They needed shaving again, which was weird because she'd only waxed them a few days ago.
"What the fuck is this solution doing to me?" she groaned. "No increase in intelligence is worth this. I have to find Ry!"
She staggered to the hallway, then out into the living room. Her vision was swimming, she was nearly blind now. Everything ached and her breasts felt even smaller. Her head hurt... she just needed to...
With a groan Riley sank onto a sofa and passed out.
***
Ry groaned as his face burned and his back ached. His hands went to his chest, there were now two big rounded mounds there just like the ones he had always imagined owning when he wore his sisters bra. Sweat was pouring off him and his vision was all blurry. He reached up and tore off his glasses. Strange, but now he could see again.
His voice seemed croaky, his neck sore. His face felt different, the features more delicate. Long hair tickled his neck. "I fucked up somehow," he groaned. "The Crispr is making me INTO Riley. I have to find her and warn her."
Staggering out of the room, dizzy and sick - he staggered into the living room. A figure was passed out on one of the couches. He tried to approach, but instead his legs began to give way. With a groan, Ry staggered to the other couch and collapsed.
Darkness took him and then the strangest dreams he'd ever had.
Meanwhile Riley's DNA continued to consume his own and change his body... the physical changes were now nearly complete...
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DAY TWO:
Ry awoke and for a second didn't know where he was.
The room smelled different. It smelt of sexy perfume. The sheets around him were pink and girly. Riley's clothes hung on racks around the room, plushies and cushions covered every surface.
He was naked in the bed.
A post it note lay on the table by the bed.
"Morning baby, me and your step-daddy found you and your brother passed out in the lounge. Were you partying last night? We put you both to bed in the right rooms and I undressed you. Were those your brothers clothes you were wearing? What were you doing? Lol Mom. XXX"
Pulling back the sheets, Ry saw his body had completely changed. He was no longer feverish, and the big wobbling tits on his chest were definitely real. His skin was healthy and lightly tanned, he had no body hair except for a tiny strip just above his... pussy?
Reaching down, Ry gasped at the sensation of his new vagina. He snatched his hand back in shock, although the urge to put it back there swiftly returned. Sliding out of the bed, he landed onto small perfect feet, then padding quietly across the room, he reached the mirror and stared in wonder.
Riley looked back at him. Well almost. He didn't have Riley's tattoos or her ear, nose or navel piercings. He didn't have any makeup on and his hair was a mess. His fingers and toes were unmanicured... but other than that... he looked just like her.
"Holy shit," he said in her voice.
The resemblance was so perfect, that last night her own Mother hadn't recognised that he was not really her girl. Riley's DNA had changed him into her. That probably meant in the other bedroom, Riley was now waking up as a physical copy of him.
And yet it wasn't just the physical changes. Something profound had happened to his mind, to his very soul.
The Crispr virus had infiltrated every cell of Ry's body, including his brain. He had been rewired and altered. He felt a new natural confidence, sexual assurance and a strong desire to monopolise on this situation. His personality was now more like Riley's than ever before. Even in his darkest dreams he could never have imagined being such a fucking bitch.
"Yesssss, I've always wanted to be Riley," he said in a slightly evil voice. "Mmmmh, I think I knew what that Crispr virus was going to do to us... but I did it anyway. I did it because I wanted to steal her life. I want to be Riley Grey... not Riley Green."
"And now that I used the Crispr," he purred allowing this delicious new persona to take control, "I am. Even Mommy thinks that I am. I am fucking Riley Grey and I want it ALL."
A wicked grin appeared on his face and he allowed his body language to relax. How did hot girls stand... ahhh yes, like this.
"These big tits are mine, mmmmh and this perfect ass. I've been remade in your image," he laughed. "A couple of trips to the hairdressers and the tattoo artists to get inked up and pierced... and no one would ever know the difference between us. This is my chance to assume your life and become the new you. I'm not going to waste it."
Riley smiled as she began looking for some clothes to wear. She just had to make 'Ry' understand that it was best to go along with what she wanted. The switch in pronouns was so easy to make... it suited her like a glove.
She was a woman now, she had all the equipment and soon no one would ever know she had ever been her dorky step-brother...
She just had to manipulate him the correct way.
***
Riley awoke feeling like death. Her vision was still blurry and she felt weak and wiped out.
"Here, put these on," said a familiar voice and her vision swam back into focus as a pair of glasses slid onto her face. "Don't panic. It's me, your step-brother. Honestly, I didn't plan for this to happen. The Crispr has gone wrong... I tried it too using one of your hairs. I'm afraid we've become copies of each other."
Riley gasped as she saw herself sitting on the end of the bed. Her hair was a fucking mess and she needed some makeup, but other than that it was definitely her.
Pulling back the sheets, she groaned in a very masculine sounding voice. Her body was now entirely masculine, a small cock and a pair of balls between her legs. Her boobs were gone and her flabby white body was that of a nerdy dork.
"Oh no, we have to fix this."
"I know," said her doppleganger, "but there's a big problem. We're changing mentally as well as physically. I'm not smart enough to make the Crispr anymore so I need you help to make a new batch, then we can try to reverse these changes. "
"But I don't know how to do it either," she complained.
"I'm sure you'll find a way," purred her twin. "I'll give you the notes I made and hopefully you can decode them. In the meantime we need to act like each other so no one gets suspicious. We'll have to dress like we normally would, you'll have to hide those tattoos and those piercings. I don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I guess it could be weeks!"
***
DAY THIRTY
It had been a month.
Riley and Riley were becoming more and more like each other by the day.
Ry, as he was now known, had still not figured out how to make the Crispr. Probably because before she had given him the notes - the new Riley had made sure to delete certain important elements from the research.
Genuinely she wasn't smart enough anymore to remember or understand what she had removed - just that it had been enough to stop him. Hopefully that would be enough.
Riley didn't want a way back. She wanted to go deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole of femininity. In the last month she had discovered that being a hot, popular, girl was pretty much as amazing as she had dreamed it would be.
First of all there was the makeup and the clothes. They all made her look and feel incredible. If that wasn't enough, there was the enjoyment of sex.
Remembering that buzzing she'd heard all that time ago, Riley had uncovered the sex-toy collection. The first time she'd pushed a magic wand against her clit and felt it throb and vibrate, she'd known she was now a female sex addict.
It hadn't taken long to move from toys to the real thing... boys. There were plenty of guys wanting to fuck a hot slut like her, and after a couple of introductory sessions with some of Riley's ex-lovers - the new Riley had really picked up the pace.
There was nothing quite like bouncing on some hard cock and cumming all over it as a girl. It was such a good feeling.
If that wasn't enough, there was the social life. Riley loved being the centre of attention now... going to parties, having fun, everyone wanting to be her friend. She found the company of other hot girls intoxicating. To be part of the squad was like a dream come true.
Riley understood now she'd always harboured these desires. She'd always wanted to be like her step-sister and the Crispr had provided a way.
Of course, that meant that the new Ry probably now harboured her old desires... to cross dress and be a girl. They had probably only been heightened by the loss of his actual femininity.
Riley wondered if she could use that against him...
She wondered just how far it was possible to gaslight her new step-brother...
***
DAY 60
"Babe. What the fuck are you actually talking about? What Crispr research, I didn't delete anything from your hard-drive."
Ry stared at his sister in astonishment. Over the last few months he'd come to think of himself as male - it was somehow easier that way. His memories of being Riley were a confusing mess, sometimes it didn't even feel real. That was why it was now so confusing when Riley actually suggested it wasn't.
Over the last few days she'd been acting increasingly difficult. She kept giving him blank looks when he mentioned getting their bodies back and she had been dropping hints in from of him that he might be losing his mind.
"Listen Ry, I know you have this weird fetish for dressing up in my clothes... I found one of my bras in your room."
"Wh? WHAT? Well, those ARE my clothes," he growled angrily. "Before we swapped, those were ALL my clothes."
"Swapped, what the hell are you taking about? You keep going on about this weird dream fantasy of yours. Are you really suggesting that two months ago we both drank a formula that altered our DNA and turned us into each other. Don't you think that sounds kinda crazy?"
"It's not crazy... and when I find the research, I'll prove it to you!"
Riley watched him go with an evil smile on her perfect lips.
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DAY 260
Riley sighed as her annoying step-bro peeked through her door. He was such a fucking pervert and always hanging around. He was easy to convince though. Sometimes she had trouble remembering her own lies now - manipulating him was getting easier by the day.
"Hey loser, get out of here. I told you I'm about to stream and I don't want you watching me."
"But Riley, I think I found something. A blog about this girl called Laura Sims, the same thing happened to her... I think."
"What thing?"
"You know, the Crispr solution... the DNA exchange. The personality and memory changes."
"Listen Ry, I already told you I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Worse than that, I think it's time you admitted the truth. Do you really think a pathetic little loser like you could ever have been a beautiful gorgeous woman like me? Does it seem possible? Of course not. You're a boy and you've always been a boy."
"I have? What about these weird scars I have. They could be from tattoo removal right? Maybe I once had the same tattoos as you?"
"You know you got those in a fire right? Are you really suggesting that once you were me. That you had these tattoos and these piercings? That you and me somehow swapped lives and then I gaslit you into believing you had always been a boy?"
"I know it sounds crazy but..."
"It does sound crazy. Would it even matter? Would anyone believe you? I think you'll be happier if you just accept things are this way now, whatever you believe."
Sliding her hand onto his crotch, Riley grinned as she saw her step-brothers expression go soft.
"Mmmmh, why don't we stroke this little cock of yours to make it feel all better. Hmmmm?"
Ry groaned as his step-sister expertly jerked him off till he groaned and came. He watched her hot manicured hands slowly pump him up and down, draining his cock and all resistance out of him.
"There now. Feel better?"
"Yessss," he groaned.
"Good boy. Now get out of here. Go and goon in your room or something."
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Listening to her step-brother grunting next door as he jerked off wearing her bra, Riley Grey played with her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she was perfect. She was beautiful and sexy and hot. She loved being a girl.
She didn't even miss her old boy smarts. Who needed brains when you looked this good? Then again, she'd been doing a little research lately. She and Laura Richie had made contact and she had been intrigued by what she had found out.
She'd found out from the other girl that there was a second serum... one designed to improve the effects of the first. One that would make her a Goddess.
Maybe it was time to begin another new experiment...
THE END?
#evie hyde#m2f transformation#m2f corruption#Crispr Solution#popular bitch#bitchification#gaslighting
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Plain Jane (Attribute Theft, BE, Altification)
She hated that her parents named her Jane. They didn't know they were signing her up for torture. They didn't know Jane Gray would grown into an exceptionally plain young woman, turning the name she grew up with since childhood into the perfect insult. Plain Jane. Even her nickname couldn't be unique.
The eighteen-year-old finished the gauntlet of social torment that was high school and she didn't see how college was going to be any better. With her dishwater brown hair, stick-like figure, lower-middle class upbringing, and total lack of style, Jane was overlooked at best and teased at worst.
There was a big senior bonfire at the beach for graduates to celebrate their last summer before going off to college and jobs, and for some reason, Jane let her friend Danielle drag her out for one last hurrah.
When she got to the beach, everyone was having fun and barely noticed her arrival. She went to find Dani, but before she could, her eye was drawn to a gold necklace nestled in the cool sand. It had three gold moon charms of different phases, each seemingly missing a stone that should be set in it.
Jane considered looking for the owner of the necklace, but everyone was too busy to give her the time of day anyway, right? Screw it, she deserved one nice thing tonight.
She fastened the necklace around her neck as Dani, one of her only friends at school, found her. She handed Jane a drink so they could reflect on graduation and look ahead to college, an experience Jane still wasn't optimistic about.
"You're being too hard on yourself, Jane. Besides, college is going to be the perfect time to reinvent yourself."
Everyone always said that. But that was easy for Dani to say; she never had a problem standing out. She grew out of a goth look and attitude over the years, but that just left her as some kind of alt rock goddess, with her dyed hair and a collection of tattoos Jane's parents never would have signed off on at such a young age. Even her style was full of bold blacks and vibrant neons that Jane just could never pull off.
Jane wished she could be half as exciting as Dani while Dani seemed drawn to stare at her friend's new accessory. "Woah, that's a really cool necklace. Is it... um... new?"
Dani looked dizzy, her eyes starting to glaze over. "Dani? Dan—woah." The sudden wave of dizziness passed on to Jane, but it wasn't the only thing.
She felt the ripple of goosebumps across her skin as art pieces etched themselves in ink, each tattoo flooding her head with memories of tattoo parlors and songs that inspired them. It wasn't the kind of music Jane listened to, except... well, it was, right? Her and Dani traded songs and bands, sneaking out to underground concerts throughout high school. Dani was even the one to dye Jane's hair a vibrant blue before graduation.
When the sudden wave of memories and pleasure associated with her tattoos subsided, Jane finally looked herself over, realizing she didn't imagine the change. She started to say something to Dani before looking her over again.
She had fewer tattoos and piercings; if Jane had to guess, she had lost about as many tattoos as Jane gained. What's more, her blue hair was now black with a few blue streaks. She was still gorgeous though, which was why Jane was dating her.
Wait. What?
Jane was always your typical straight girl, but that's not what her memories were telling her, and it certainly wasn't what her body thought. All those nights sneaking out weren't just to go to parties. Dani and Jane had their queer awakenings around the same time, and who better to explore that with then your punk rock bestie?
Dani finally came to, seemingly unaware of what changed or the features Jane... well, stole. Unintentionally, but that was absolutely what happened. "Want to get out of here and...?" Dani just grinned.
Jane felt the sudden warmth in her cheeks and... other places. "Yeah, let's—wait. Er, sorry, but not just yet. I... want to go around and talk to a few people first?"
Dani stared at her girlfriend blankly. "...You do?"
Jane laughed weakly, coming up with a lame excuse of wanting to end things on good terms before leaving her hometown in the Fall. Dani accepted the excuse with a kiss and left Jane alone to inspect her necklace.
As expected, this had to be involved somehow. The crescent moon charm had a new sapphire set in it, leaving her with two gemless moons. Assuming she knew what that meant now...
Jane wandered the periphery of the party, looking girls from her graduating class over. She felt a little guilty for what she took from Dani, but she didn't have the same apprehensions about the girls who spent the years ignoring her.
Eventually, she spotted Lily. Everyone knew she was a social butterfly and a huge flirt, and she had the look to back it up. She had the hips, she had the ass, and as every guy on the beach could tell you, she had a perfect pair of breasts. She even had a pretty face to match, proving fate played favorites.
But fate wasn't in charge tonight. "Hey Lily! Good luck next year. Got any plans?"
The redhead looked away from the two guys chatting her up, confused by the introvert's sudden friendliness. "Hey. Um, Jane, right? Thanks! I've got a job lined up, so... er... sorry, that's just a really nice... necklace?"
No one around them seemed to notice, but Lily and Jane were falling into the same daze she put Dani under before as their realities swapped a few key details around.
There was a sudden spark in Jane's heart. Something feisty. She was always an awkward, quiet kid, but that was all over. She was the one who made herself the life of the party wherever she went. She could feel it on her tongue; flirtation was like a second language Jane was fluent in.
Jane's beanpole figure filled out, her hips flaring to accommodate a new bubble butt. Her flat chest swelled, not quite to the perfectly shaped DDs Lily has... had, but to a size where she could feel them weighing on her chest. Lily was never actively antagonistic to Jane, so she was willing to leave her some gentle curves and some perky A cups.
But she did take all she could from that stunning face. Soft freckles, high cheek bones, full lips, and some fuck-me eyes that could make a man unload his wallet.
Which was what made Jane realize what else she took: the new job Lily had lined up. Jane's awkward, unimpressive body was now made to dance and show off, and that meant she was excited for the chance to strip her way through college for some spending money. She even stole Lily's stage name, Lulu. (It wasn't Lily at her most creative, but now it wasn't Lily's at all, so that was fine.)
Lily finally came to, finishing her inspection of the new ruby in Jane's half-moon charm. Her face was so bland now, like a stock character made to fill in the background of a video game. When Jane smiled and excused herself, Lily looked around, unsure of what to do now. The poor thing would acclimate to her new social anxiety in time, and in time, Jane would adjust to the guys who kept offering her drinks.
With one charm left, Jane had an idea of who she'd use it on, but the night was young. She spent some time dancing and teasing guys from her class, reveling in the attention she lacked in her old life. This was almost perfect.
But perfection was Melody Morgan.
"Jane? No fucking way. That can't be Plain Jane."
Interrupting Jane's dancing, a blonde in a teeny bikini glared at her. Melody was your classic rich bitch, with the best toys, the most popular boyfriend, and a pair of fake tits bought by daddy as a graduation gift to add on to her natural beauty. All those blessings and she still chose to spend the last four years tormenting Jane.
The guy Jane was dancing with, Melody's boyfriend, Tristan, looked at her in confusion. "Plain Jane? Are you feeling okay, babe?"
"Hush!" She pulled her fingers across her lips like a zipper, and Tristan's voice cut out like he was muted. "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but... HEY! You took my necklace!"
Jane blinked, realizing what had happened. The charm necklace was Melody's. And with it, there came the realization that Melody's nice things weren't blessings; they were magic.
The realization dawned on her: what if this wasn't the first time Melody used magic to steal the luster from other girls?
"You little twerp. I'm going to turn you into the toad you are, then I'll take my... my neck..."
Melody was so arrogant, she didn't realize she was staring into the charms, falling under the power of a very pissed off Jane.
There was an element of intent with stealing from people, Jane realized. She wanted half of what made Dani so bold. She wanted most of Lily's beauty and allure.
But she wanted everything from Melody. The bitch didn't deserve any of it.
She didn't focus on herself because she wanted to watch Melody. She watched her thighs thin out and her curves flatten. The luster of her blonde hair went dull. The tact Jane used with Lily was gone as every bit of tit the bitch had, real or synthetic, dissolved until Melody's chest was as flat as the rest of her.
Looks weren't all Melody didn't deserve. Memories started vanishing, from her honors classes to her active dating history to the witchy rituals her aunt taught her when she came of age. She looked around at the beach as all the faces became strangers to the witch who was once the most popular girl in her class.
Eventually, the plain, uneducated, outsider came to her senses, looking around only to realize everyone on the beach was acting like she didn't exist. The only person who seemed amused by her was an absolute goddess rocking tattoos and long, shiny blue hair.
The guy behind the bluette bombshell had his hands all over her, disregarding the stick-figure girl. "Who's this, babe?"
The blue-haired witch grinned wickedly, filled with the elitist attitude she stole from a top mean girl. She'd stolen her rival's body, mind, and boyfriend. Dani wasn't a stickler for monogamy, and really, didn't she deserve a boyfriend and a girlfriend?
But that wasn't the only thing she took from her former bully. "I don't know, Tristan. Hey bitch, what's your name?"
It took the mundane young woman a second to even remember. "Oh, um. Jane Morgan?"
That made Jane, now Melody laugh. "Oh, Plain Jane! I knew her once, but she just sort of fell off the face of the Earth. Glad to see you've been up to nothing interesting, but this is actually a closed party."
Melody Gray fiddled with her necklace, the full moon charm now adorned with a brilliant diamond to complete her set. It sat above an almost cartoonishly large chest. Maybe she went a bit overboard, but daddy promised her a boob job, and Melody loved when every guy and girl on the beach couldn't help but stare.
The queen bee of the beach sighed, officially done with Jane. She wasn't a bully anymore; she wasn't anything. She was insignificant, and that was enough for Melody. "Run off and do... well, who cares, right?"
Jane ran off with tears in her eyes, grappling with a sense of loss she couldn't quite explain as she ran off to her unremarkable life. Melody, meanwhile, reveled in her boyfriend groping her as her new memories as the popular it girl and richest witch in town replaced a much less interesting life she was happy to leave behind.
(Thank you to my Sugar Patrons for helping me with another fun poll of suggestions! There was a tie, so that means you get attribute theft AND altification! The model used goes by Riae! Find ways to support me as a Sugar Patron on my Discord!)
#breast expansion#personality change#transformation kink#altification#bitchification#attribute theft#reality change#magical transformation
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STEP MOM'S GIFT
OMG - Jane, I can't believe your Step Mom just gave me this fur coat! Isn't that nice of her?
I swear, sometimes she treats me like I'm her daughter too... I know, I know, she's an evil manipulative golddigger and we shouldn't trust the bitch, but it would be rude to turn down a birthday present.
Fine, I won't take anything else from her, I promise.
Anyway, don't I look cute in this? I love how it makes my ass look. Hmm, I wonder if blonde hair would go well with the fur...
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There you are bitch, where's your Step Mom? I need to thank her for my sexy new boobs.
These last few months have been nothing but an endless stream of gifts from her; from tanning sessions to plastic surgery, luxury makeup to designer clothes. I've had it all!
I know I promised I wouldn't let her give me anything else, but it turns out I like breaking promises just as much as I love being spoiled by her.
You know, sometimes when we're out together, people actually think we're mother and daughter! We don't even correct them anymore, we think it's funny.
We've really opened each other's eyes to how pathetic you are, to the point where I can't believe I used to call you my friend.
Honestly it's a miracle you actually have any friends, let alone a boyfriend - well, soon to be former boyfriend.
Hahaha, let's just say I've been showing him what company with a real woman is like!
Consider it my birthday gift to you. Hmmm, speaking of... did your Step Mom even get you anything this year?
No? I thought not, turning me into her perfect evil-stepdaughter has kept her very preoccupied after all.
Oops - did I let that slip?
Well, no point hiding it now. Besides, it's far too late for you to stop this, the adoption papers are already submitted.
My own family hasn't recognised me for weeks, and Step-Mommy's treated me as her own ever since I put on this fur coat, all we're doing is formalising it.
She's probably writing you out of your Dad's will as we speak, and putting me in instead.
I hope you're looking forward to living in my fucking shadow, 'step-sister.' Hehe, I'm going to love my new life...
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Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating
She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic
Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars
"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"
Rachel rolled her eyes
"Let's just get this over and done with"
"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride
"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"
"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted
Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.
"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time
"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"
She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face
The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light
It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts
She tried to sit up but couldn't move
Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull
Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.
Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative
Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words
Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.
Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight
More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.
She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?
I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.
That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery
Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy
Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic
She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.
Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..
"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"
Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom
Where was she?
"There's only us Raquel", she thought
This didn't make any sense
"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"
He?
Daddy?
Was Daddy hers now alone?
Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body
Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.
They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities
A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again
Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot
Rachel was very satisfied
Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy
She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother
She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.
All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up
New U Salon really was miraculous
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Taking the Leap
Here's my latest story. I hope you enjoy!
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In the quiet of their lab, Dr. Miriam Keller and her longtime friend and colleague, Dr. Lena Rivers, stood on the precipice of making history. Their friendship, forged over years of shared dreams and scientific pursuit, had brought them to this moment. Before them stood the time leap machine, a testament to years of their research and collaboration, ready to be used for its first human trial.
Miri, with her meticulous eye for detail, reviewed the final settings on the control panel. Her hands moved with practiced precision, yet her stomach knotted with anticipation. “Alright, Lena, we’re about to make history. Are you ready?”
Lena, standing tall yet unable to hide the slight tremor in her hands, nodded. Her voice was steady, betraying only a hint of her inner turmoil. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’ve triple-checked all the safety protocols,” Miri assured her, her gaze locked with Lena’s. “The leap will last only a few seconds. Before you know it, you’ll be back here telling me all about it.”
Taking a deep breath, Lena tried to calm her racing heart, her eyes briefly flitting around the lab, their lab, where every dream and theory had led to this single moment. “It’s just… hard to believe we’re actually doing this. Jumping back in time.”
Miri offered a small, confident smile, her belief in their work unwavering. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I have every faith in our calculations and in you. Remember, your physical body stays here, in stasis. It’s your consciousness that’s leaping.”
Lena’s gaze returned to the machine, then back to Miri, finding solace in her partner’s resolve. “Only a few seconds, and then you pull me back.”
“Exactly. It’s going to be a quick in and out. No time for sightseeing. Ready to be part of history?” Miri’s voice was both a challenge and a comfort.
A smile, tinged with the thrill of adventure, spread across Lena’s face. “Let’s do it. For science, for history, and for us.”
“Alright. Initiating the leap sequence now. See you on the other side,” Miri declared, her finger pressing the final sequence of buttons.
Lena stepped onto the platform. This was the moment of truth, the leap into the unknown.. As the world around her began to dissolve into a blur of lights and sounds, Lena’s mind clung to a single hopeful thought: Please let this work.
Miri stood watch over the scene, her hand poised over the control panel, ready to act at a moment’s notice. “Come back to me safely, Lena,” she whispered into the charged silence.
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As Miri pressed the final sequence into the console, initiating the leap, she watched Lena’s physical form closely. The machine’s gentle hum crescendoed, lights blinking in rhythm as the leap commenced. Lena’s body, clad in a simple lab suit, remained on the platform, serene and unmoving, her consciousness now catapulted back through time. This was the moment they had worked toward, their ambition about to be realized.
Miri’s eyes flicked to the monitors, which displayed Lena’s current temporal location and the identity of the person she now inhabited. Elizabeth Moore, 1923, the screen flashed, a beacon in the dim lab. Miri felt a surge of triumph at the leap’s success, quickly dampened by the realization that, despite the accurate projection, Lena had not snapped back as planned.
Why isn’t the retrieval working? Miri thought, her fingers moving over the controls with practiced urgency. The protocols for Lena’s return had been meticulously planned, each step verified for its precision and reliability. Yet, as the seconds ticked by with Lena’s body remaining motionless on the platform, Miri’s heart rate accelerated, concern growing louder in her chest.
She knew where Lena was, who she was within, but the link that was supposed to pull her back seemed broken, unresponsive to her commands. Miri’s mind raced, troubleshooting every possible failure point, from software glitches to hardware malfunctions. Come on, think. What are we missing?
Panic began to seep through the cracks of her professional demeanor, her thoughts spiraling. If I can’t bring her back… No, I can’t think like that. Lena’s depending on me.
Determination set her jaw as she poured over the data, refusing to let despair take hold. The problem was solvable; it had to be. They had accounted for every variable, or so they had thought. Miri considered every theory they had developed about time travel, consciousness transfer, and quantum entanglement. There had to be a clue, something overlooked.
As the lab’s clock counted the passing time, a stark reminder of Lena’s prolonged absence, Miri’s resolve hardened. She wouldn’t allow fear to paralyze her. Lena was out there, alone in the past, relying on Miri to navigate her home. The realization weighed heavily on Miri, a burden of responsibility and care. Lena, I won’t leave you stranded. I promise.
Reaching for her notes, Miri began to methodically work through each hypothesis again, her mind a whirlwind of equations and scenarios. The lab, filled with the silent presence of Lena’s inert body, seemed to watch and wait.
Miri spoke softly to the still form before her, a whisper of hope in the uncertainty. “Hang in there, Lena. I’ll figure this out. You’re coming home.” Her words, a mix of vow and prayer, filled the lab.
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Miri initiated the temporal communicator, the device they had engineered to breach the silence between the present and wherever—or whenever—Lena found herself. Her fingers hesitated over the controls, gathering the courage to deliver news.
” Lena, can you hear me?” came Miri’s voice.
A crackle of static, and then Lena’s voice, clear and calm, resonated in the lab. “I’m here, Miri. What’s happening? You sound worried.”
Miri took a deep breath, choosing her words with care. “There’s been a complication. The retrieval didn’t work as planned. I… I need more time to figure this out.”
There was a pause—a moment stretched thin by the miles and years between them. Then, Lena’s response, imbued with a quiet strength that had always been her anchor. “Okay, Miri. Take the time you need. We knew this wouldn’t be easy. I trust you.”
Miri’s eyes closed briefly, Lena’s trust a balm to her frayed nerves. “I’m so sorry, Lena. I thought we had accounted for everything. I won’t stop until I bring you back, I promise you that.”
Lena’s laugh, touched with an undercurrent of excitement, came through the communicator. “I know you won’t. Hey, look on the bright side, the experiment worked… in a way. I’m actually here, in the past! That’s incredible, Miri. We did it. Just hang in there and work your magic. I’ll manage until you figure it out.”
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Just a few hours had passed in Miri’s timeline since their last communication, yet for Lena, days had unfolded. Miri, her eyes weary from scouring the digital archives of 1920s newspapers, gathered her findings and reached out to Lena.
“Lena, are you there? I’ve been digging into Elizabeth Moore’s life. She was quite the figure in journalism, battling against the odds in a world not ready for a female voice. It’s incredible,” Miri began.
Lena’s response crackled through, her tone infused with the weight of experience. “Miri, it’s been… enlightening. Living as Elizabeth, seeing the world through her eyes—it’s not been easy. But you’re right, she was incredible. I’ve had to navigate some tricky situations here, trying not to screw things up.”
Miri leaned in, captivated. “What have you learned? Anything that might help us understand how to navigate this?”
Lena paused, her thoughts bridging the gap between eras. “Elizabeth was relentless, you know? I don’t know how, but I can sense that. She used her wit and intelligence to carve out a space for herself and her voice. But it’s her story—the one she was trying to break—that’s really shown me the depth of her determination.”
Miri leaned in closer, her interest piqued. “Tell me about the story.”
“It’s… complicated,” Lena began, her voice reflecting the complexity of the tale. “Elizabeth stumbled upon a network of corruption intertwined with the city’s elite, a story that could shake the very foundations of the societal hierarchies here. She believed it was her duty to bring this to light, despite the risks.”
Lena continued, “She’s been collecting evidence, going to great lengths to gather testimonies from people who are terrified of speaking out. It’s a dangerous game she’s playing, Miri. The people she’s up against, they wouldn’t hesitate to silence her permanently to keep their secrets.”
Miri was silent, absorbing the gravity of Lena’s words. “So, what’s our play here? How are you planning to help her… help you get this story out?”
“That’s where it gets even trickier,” Lena admitted. “I’ve been following her notes, connecting with her contacts. Some are hesitant to trust me, sensing something’s off, but others are just desperate for someone to listen. I’m piecing together the evidence, planning to get it to a publisher Elizabeth trusted.”
“It’s a thin line I’m walking, Miri. But Elizabeth’s courage is driving me. If she believed in this story enough to risk everything, then I owe it to her—to us—to see it through. We’re going to break this story wide open, Miri. Just watch.”
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Days had passed for Miri, but for Lena, each moment in the past stretched longer, filled with challenges and opportunities. The communicator buzzed to life, signaling another update from Lena.
“Lena, how’s it going there? Making any headway?” Miri asked, her voice clear and direct, cutting through the static.
“Yeah, I’ve got a lead, a big one,” Lena replied, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of arrogance that wasn’t there before. “I found someone with the last piece of evidence we need. It’s been tough, but I’ve got to admit, being Elizabeth has its perks. She knew how to get what she wanted.”
Miri paused, noticing the shift in Lena’s attitude. “Just be careful, Lena.”
Lena laughed, a sound that seemed out of place with her usual demeanor. “Miri, I’m handling it. You should see me. I’ve had to charm, negotiate, and, yeah, maybe manipulate a bit to get here. But it’s all going to be worth it. This story’s going to blow wide open because of what I’m doing.”
As their conversation continued, Miri glanced at the monitors tracking Lena’s temporal signal. Something caught her eye—a fluctuation that hadn’t been there before. The signal, usually a steady pulse indicative of Lena’s presence in the past, was growing stronger, its peaks aligning with Lena’s progress towards breaking Elizabeth Moore’s story.
“Miri, you still there?” Lena’s voice broke through Miri’s observations.
“Yes, sorry, I was just noticing something here on the monitors. Lena, as you get closer to breaking the story, your signal back home is getting stronger. It’s as if your return is directly linked to your success there.”
Lena’s response was a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Really? That’s… unexpected. But it makes sense, in a way. It feels like everything here is coming to a head. Maybe completing Elizabeth’s mission is the key to coming back.”
Miri nodded to herself, a new understanding dawning on her. “It seems that way. This could be good news, Lena. It means we might have a more concrete way to bring you back.”
“Understood, Miri. I’m on it,” Lena assured her, her voice now tempered with a sense of responsibility.
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As the moment of publication approached, Lena had immersed herself deeply in Elizabeth’s world. “To get this story across the finish line, I had to think like Elizabeth, use every tactic she would have used,” Lena explained, her tone reflecting a mix of respect and strategy.
“I spent days meeting with Elizabeth’s contacts, convincing them to trust me with their information. Some were hesitant but I assured them, cajoled when necessary, and promised their stories would not be in vain,” Lena shared, her voice steady and purposeful.
Miri listened, concerned about the depths to which her friend has had to reach into Elizabeth’s mind. “Then there was the editor—skeptical at first, given the explosive nature of the story. I had to navigate his doubts, play up to his ego. A few strategic compliments, a show of confidence in the story’s impact, and he was on board.”
Lena paused, reflecting on the final push. “The hardest part was ensuring the publisher would back us, given the potential backlash. It took a bit of… let’s say, creative persuasion. Highlighting the story’s potential for acclaim, reminding him of his duty to the truth. In the end, he agreed. The story’s going to print.”
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Miri initiated the retrieval process, her heart heavy with apprehension. The signal reached the proper levels following Lena’s last update.
“I’ve done it, Miri. The story’s set to break, and there’s no stopping it now. We’ve made a difference, and Elizabeth’s name will be remembered. It’s part of our legacy now,” Lena had said, her tone more akin to Elizabeth’s than the Lena Miri knew.
Miri watched Lena’s body, lying still on the platform, a myriad of emotions coursing through her. The project was meant to alter the past, yet the profound impact of the past on Lena was something Miri had not fully anticipated.
As she activated the sequence to bring Lena back, Miri found herself whispering into the quiet of the lab, a mix of hope and fear in her words. “Please, let this work.”
The machinery hummed to life, signaling the start of the retrieval.
Under the steady hum and flicker of machines that seemed almost alive, Miri Keller watched with bated breath as the procedure to retrieve Lena Rivers commenced. Yet, as the air crackled with the energy of the impending leap back, something went awry. Instead of pulling Lena’s consciousness to its rightful place and time, the monitors blazed with unexpected data streams. Lena was leaping again, beyond Miri’s reach, beyond her control.
Frantic, Miri pounded at the keyboard, a desperate attempt to abort the leap. But it was futile; the course was set, and Lena’s spirit was whisked away into the ether of time once more.
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Just moments had slipped by in the quiet of the lab for Miri, but when Lena’s voice broke through the static of the temporal communicator, it was clear much more time had passed for her.
“Miri, you won’t believe it. I’ve been in the ’60s for days now, in the life of this biker gang’s second in command. Time’s weird here, feels like I jumped in the middle of a movie,” Lena started, her tone a mixture of awe and apprehension.
“The guy I’m in, he’s a giant. Muscular, towering over everyone. His presence alone demands attention. And aggressive? If his look doesn’t intimidate you, his attitude will. He’s covered in tattoos, each one telling a story of battles won, both on the road and off. It’s a completely different world here, Miri. I’ve had to… adjust quickly.”
“Days? Lena, that’s… it’s only been moments here. Are you okay?” Miri’s concern was palpable, her grasp on their time-disjointed reality shaken.
“Yeah, I’m more than okay. I’ve got a handle on things. There’s a takeover happening soon, and believe it or not, being in this guy’s shoes… or should I say boots, gives me a sort of edge. You’d be surprised how quickly you can adapt when you have to,” Lena replied, her voice carrying a mix of determination and a hint of revelation at her own adaptability.
Miri processed this, concern threading through her response. “A takeover sounds risky, Lena. And being in someone so… imposing. Are you sure you’re managing alright?”
“Actually, it’s an advantage,” Lena explained, her tone infused with an obvious confidence. “His size, his whole demeanor, it changes the way people interact with me. I’ve had to be quick, use his reputation to my advantage. It’s like chess; you’ve got to think several moves ahead. People are afraid of me and I can use that to my advantage.”
Miri paused, taking in Lena’s words with a mixture of astonishment and concern. “I’m surprised to hear you say that, Lena. Using fear and physical prowess to your advantage… It’s so far from how we operate. But I understand the circumstances are extraordinary.”
Lena’s response carried an edge, almost antagonistic in its confidence. “Miri, I’m fine. Really, you should trust me on this. I know what I’m doing, and if using a bit of intimidation works to our advantage, then so be it. We’re not in our world now. This is survival, and I’m adapting. Just focus on your part, and let me handle things here.” Her words, though meant to reassure, left Miri with a lingering unease about the lengths Lena was willing to go to ensure their success.
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As the days passed, Miri busied herself with refining the machine while waiting for check-ins from Lena. In one of their scheduled communications, Miri’s voice, tinged with concern, broke the silence that had settled over the lab. “How are things progressing with the gang? Are you staying safe?”
Lena’s response came through, laced with a confidence that was becoming increasingly familiar, yet unsettling. “Oh, it’s all under control. You’d be amazed at how people fall in line when they know who’s boss. I’ve got them eating out of my hand,” she boasted, a hint of pride in her newfound influence.
Miri frowned at the communicator, troubled by Lena’s words. “Just remember why you’re there, Lena. We’re trying to make a positive impact, not just enforce will,” she reminded, hoping her words would find purchase.
Days melded into more conversations, each one revealing more of Lena’s deepening entanglement with the biker gang’s dynamics. During another call, Miri expressed her growing apprehension. “Lena, I’m worried about the risks you’re taking. This power play… it’s dangerous.”
Lena’s laughter, light yet edged with a sharp confidence, echoed through the lab. “Relax, Miri. It’s all part of the game here. I’m playing my cards right, and it’s working. Besides, having a bit of muscle to flex makes things easier,” she replied, dismissing Miri’s concerns with an ease that sent a shiver down Miri’s spine.
Each exchange left Miri feeling more helpless. Lena was acting out of character and indifferent to it all. Yet, Miri couldn’t help but acknowledge that the signal was getting stronger. Whatever Lena was doing was working.
Miri was so caught up in her worries and the data flickering across her screens that she failed to notice the subtle changes marking Lena’s body. Silent and unmoving on the platform, Lena’s form was bathed in the soft, blue light of the monitors. New additions—a few small, dark lines and shapes—peeked out from under the sleeve of her lab suit etched into her skin. An elaborate design appeared on her shoulder, the biker gang’s emblem. Another on her forearm, a series of symbols.
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After the takeover was successfully executed, Lena wasted no time in updating Miri through their temporal communicator. Her voice was alive with an unsettling mix of triumph and dismissal, a tone that Miri had not heard from her before.
“We took control, Miri. There was a fight, and yeah, people got hurt, but we won. That’s what matters,” Lena recounted, the details spilling out with a stark lack of concern for the violence she described.
Miri, taken aback, pressed for more clarity, her voice laced with worry. “A fight? Lena, tell me no one was seriously injured.”
Lena’s response was swift, almost too casual given the gravity of the situation. “It was unavoidable, Miri. These things happen when you’re pushing for change, for control. We came out on top, and that’s the point. The others? Well, they knew the risks.”
The sheer dismissiveness in Lena’s tone regarding the harm caused during the takeover sent a wave of discomfort through Miri. The Lena she knew would have weighed the consequences more carefully, would have been troubled by the necessity of violence.
“But, Lena, the harm… the violence. Was there no other way?” Miri questioned, struggling to understand Lena’s newfound ruthlessness.
Lena’s laughter, devoid of any remorse, echoed back. “You don’t win battles by playing nice, Miri. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes. And we did. Now, we’re in charge, and that’s what’s going to be remembered. Not the scuffles along the way.”
As Miri struggled to come to terms with Lena’s chilling recount of the takeover, she attempted to voice her objections, her concern for Lena’s drastic change in character. “Lena, this isn’t right. You’ve never—” Miri started, but her words were cut short.
The machinery around her buzzed to life unexpectedly, the monitors indicating that the signal had reached full strength. It was the moment they had been waiting for, the opportunity to pull Lena back. Miri’s objections were swallowed by the lab’s sudden whirl of activity as she frantically adjusted controls, hoping that this time, the retrieval would be successful.
But as the sequence initiated, Miri’s heart sank. Despite the signal’s strength and her meticulous preparations, Lena began to leap again, her form flickering in the blue glow of the platform, signaling yet another jump through time instead of the long-awaited return. Miri watched in disbelief, her technical prowess once again falling short of bringing her friend home.
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Miri waited anxiously for the temporal communicator to crackle to life, signifying Lena’s presence on the other end. When Lena’s voice finally came through, it carried an initial note of surprise that quickly turned into something else, something unfamiliar.
“I’m in the ’50s, Miri, inside some smoking hot babe,” Lena began, her tone carrying an unusual edge that seemed more aligned with the biker she had been than the Lena Miri remembered. “It’s like I’ve stepped right into one of those classic films. She’s got this long, wavy hair that looks like it’s straight out of a shampoo commercial, and a figure that Marilyn Monroe would envy. I mean, we’re talking the kind of curves that make everyone do a double-take.”
Miri listened, a mix of surprise and concern filtering through her as Lena continued, the description painting a vivid image. “And the clothes, Miri, you wouldn’t believe it. Everything’s tailored to perfection, accentuating every… well, let’s just say, designers knew what they were doing back then. It’s all high heels, tight skirts, and glam to the max. Walking around in this body, in this era—it’s an experience, alright.”
Miri, taken aback by the description and the change in Lena’s tone, treaded cautiously. “Lena, are you okay? That doesn’t sound like you. How are you managing?”
Lena’s patience seemed to fray at the questions. “Managing? I’m doing more than managing. I’m living a life you wouldn’t believe,” she snapped, her irritation mounting. “Why does it matter if it sounds like me or not? I’m doing what needs to be done.”
Miri, sensing the rising anger in Lena’s voice, tried to steer the conversation back to safer ground. “I’m just worried about you, Lena. Every leap seems to change things.”
That seemed to ignite Lena’s anger further. “Change things? Miri, you don’t get it. I’m making things happen here, by whatever means necessary. You sitting there, questioning my methods, my choices, it’s not helping!”
Miri flinched at the harshness, the outright aggression in Lena’s response. Her voice wobbled as she replied, “Lena, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to understand, to make sure you’re still… okay.”
The vulnerability in Miri’s voice, her near tears, seemed to flick a switch in Lena. Her tone softened, shifting gears as if recognizing the need to change tactics. “Hey, Miri, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. You’re right. It’s just… this place, it’s overwhelming. But listen, you’re doing great. We knew this would be tough. I need you to keep your head, okay? We’ll get through this.”
Miri, still reeling from the sudden pivot in Lena’s demeanor, nodded silently, taking a moment to compose herself. “Okay, Lena. I’ll focus. We will figure this out.”
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Miri initiated another call through the temporal communicator to Lena. Anxiety knitted her brow as she waited for Lena’s voice to fill the space, a voice that had grown increasingly foreign.
When Lena responded, her tone was laced with an aggressive confidence, a stark contrast to the cautious scientist Miri had once known. “I’ve figured it out, Miri. The problem I need to solve here—it’s about getting this movie off the ground. The key? Winning over a particular producer,” Lena explained.
Miri, taken aback, pressed for details, her voice tinged with concern. “What exactly is your plan, Lena? How do you intend to do that?”
Lena’s response was swift and calculating. “It’s simple, really. I’m going to use what I’ve got. This producer, he’s got a soft spot for actresses, and I’m in the perfect position to capitalize on that. A bit of seduction might be just what’s needed to get his approval,” Lena declared, her approach more reminiscent of a calculated play for power than the scientific strategy Miri was accustomed to.
Miri’s heart sank, her discomfort palpable even through the digital connection. “Lena, that sounds… Are you sure? It seems unlike you to resort to seduction.”
Lena’s laugh, once warm and genuine, now carried a cold undertone of control. “Miri, darling, it’s the ’50s. Things work differently here. I’m merely adapting to the environment. It’s for a good cause—the movie could be a breakthrough. Don’t worry; I’m in complete control of the situation.”
The conversation continued, but Miri was left with a growing sense of unease. Lena’s newfound aggression and willingness to manipulate those around her marked a significant departure from the friend she had known.
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Miri was exhausted. The endless cycle of monitoring, researching, and waiting for any sign of a breakthrough had left her on the brink of collapse. The lab, usually a place of discovery and excitement, had become a prison of frustration and fatigue. It was during one of these long vigils that Miri finally noticed the transformation of Lena’s body, lying inert on the platform.
Her body now boasted a voluptuousness that was unmistakably reminiscent of the 1950s Hollywood starlet Lena was currently inhabiting. Miri circled the platform, her scientific mind reeling from the impossibility of what she was seeing. Lena’s breasts were larger, her hips wider, and her entire form had taken on a bombshell silhouette that was entirely foreign.
Miri’s hands trembled as she realized the tightness of Lena’s clothing, initially designed for her original physique, was now constricting. With careful movements, Miri removed the outer layer, revealing not only the startling transformation but also the tattoos acquired from Lena’s leap into the biker gang. The ink, once hidden, was now displayed on Lena’s transformed figure, adding to Miri’s growing alarm.
With a trembling voice, Miri initiated communication, hoping for some answers. “Lena, your body here… it’s changed so much. You’ve got the figure of the starlet, and the tattoos from before… How is this happening?”
Lena’s response was sharp, laced with irritation. “Really, Miri? That’s what you’re worried about now? My appearance? We’ve got bigger problems than how I look! I’ve been stuck in the past for weeks now and you’ve done nothing!”
Miri recoiled, taken aback by the aggression in Lena’s tone. Before she could reply, Lena’s voice softened, her anger giving way to excitement. “But you know, now that I think about it, this could be amazing. I mean, I had a nice body before. Of course, I never really did anything with it. But with a body like this, I can only imagine the fun I can have.”
Miri listened, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. Lena’s shift from criticism to enthusiasm was jarring, yet it underscored the multifaceted effects of their experiment. “But Lena, the changes…” We don’t know the long-term effects, on your health, on your mind. It’s worrying.”
Lena’s laughter, light and unfazed, filtered through the communicator. “Miri, darling, there are bigger things at stake here than my waistline or tattoos. I’m making history. These changes? They’re just battle scars. Proof of the journey. Keep your eyes on the prize.”
Miri stood in silence, staring at Lena’s altered form on the platform. The Lena she had known, who would have shared her concern for the implications of these changes, seemed increasingly distant. Miri was left to grapple with the reality of their experiment’s toll on Lena, not just mentally or spiritually, but physically as well.
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As Lena’s time within the Hollywood starlet came to a close, marked by the successful greenlighting of the movie project, Miri prepared for the retrieval process with a mix of relief and trepidation. The communicator crackled to life, Lena’s voice coming through with a casualness that chilled Miri to the bone.
“I did what I had to, Miri. The producer and I reached an… understanding. The movie’s going ahead,” Lena said, her tone implying the nature of the compromise.
Miri was aghast. “You… Lena, I can’t believe you’d go that far. That’s not you.”
Lena’s response was light, dismissive. “It’s only sex, Miri. It worked, didn’t it? It’s not even the first time I’ve done it in this body. Though it was the least enjoyable experience.”
The signal reached its apex and Miri initiated the retrieval sequence. Once again something went awry. Checking the equipment with frantic precision, Miri found no faults, no reason the retrieval should have failed. Yet fail it did.
Lena’s voice once again filled the lab, carrying an unsettling note of volition. “I felt the pull, Miri, but I wasn’t ready. There’s so much more to do, to see. I chose to leap again.”
Miri stood frozen, disbelief and realization washing over her in equal measure. “You chose? Lena, why? The risks, the changes… This isn’t like you.”
But was it? Miri pondered, a sinking feeling in her gut. The Lena she had known—the cautious, morally upright scientist—seemed to be eroding with each leap, each decision made in another era, another life. The choices Lena was making, the casual acceptance of those decisions’ moral and ethical implications, painted a picture of someone fundamentally altered by their journey through time.
“I need to do this, Miri. There’s so much more I need to change, fix. Don’t you see?” Lena insisted, her words making Miri unsure of if Lena was talking about the past or herself.
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Miri watched the monitors with a mix of anticipation and dread. Lena’s final leap home was imminent, the culmination of their groundbreaking yet tumultuous journey through time. Months had passed, each one seeing Lena leaping through time, with Miri tirelessly working to maintain the connection, to keep Lena moving, changing. This Lena treated Miri more as a slave than a partner and friend.
“Lena, are you ready,” Miri said, her voice barely above a whisper as she addressed the communicator.
Lena’s laugh, once warm and comforting, now held a sharpness that cut through Miri. “Of course, Miri. I wouldn’t be returning if I wasn’t ready. Don’t question me again.”
Miri sighed, her fingers hesitantly preparing the system for Lena’s return. She looked over at Lena’s body. One so different than the friend she knew. As the leap commenced, Miri’s heart raced. This was it, an end to it all.
“Lena… you’re…” Miri started, her voice trailing off in shock as Lena’s body exited stasis.
“Stunning? Powerful? I know,” Lena interrupted, her confidence unbounded, a stark departure from the scientist who had first embarked on this journey. “This is me now, Miri. Improved. Evolved.”
Tears welled up in Miri’s eyes as she took in the full extent of Lena’s transformation. “But at what cost, Lena? You’ve lost so much of yourself.”
“What I’ve lost doesn’t matter. Look at what I’ve gained,” Lena countered, her tone dismissive, devoid of the empathy and warmth she once possessed.
Miri was speechless, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. Their project had changed history, yes, but it had also irrevocably changed Lena, stripping away the essence of the person she once knew.
“I just wanted to help. To make a difference with our work,” Miri managed to say, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions.
“And you did, Miri. We did,” Lena replied, her gaze steely. “We changed history. We changed me. This is what success looks like!”
Miri slumped in exhaustion and acceptance. Her friend was gone for good. She started walking towards the exit of the lab, the place she had spent the last few months trapped inside.
“Where do you think you’re going, Miri?” Lena admonished. “I did not say you can leave.”
Miri looked back, stunned. “What….what do you mean?”
“Have you learned nothing, girl,” Lena snapped. “You will do what I say, when I say it. I am your queen and you are mine. You are to prepare this machine, I have an army to build.”
Miri’s eyes held their determination for a fleeting moment, but buckled under the weight of Lena. “Yes, mistress.”
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Magic Pantyhose
Carrie was a plain girl, in every sense of the word. Her features were unremarkable, her hair a mousy brown, and her body curvy in all the wrong places. She worked in an office, filing papers and fetching coffee for her boss, Mr. Jenkins. Her days were spent in a state of constant invisibility, blending seamlessly into the dull, grey background of the office. It was as if she were a ghost, haunting the halls and cubicles, invisible yet omnipresent.
One day, as she was cleaning Mr. Jenkins' office, she found a box of pantyhose in his desk drawer. They were black, lacy, and expensive-looking. The allure was remarkable. She ran off to the bathroom to try them on.
As she slipped the soft material up her legs, she felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins. The pantyhose were impossibly silky against her skin, and the lace band at her thighs made her feel deliciously naughty. Carrie covered her mouth in the bathroom stall as she held back the involuntary moan.
She imagined herself running the company one day, making her boss give her a raise. The selfish thoughts were completely new to her but made her body shiver with excitement. Carrie’s hand with a life of its own traveled to her now wet sex.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she touched herself, visualizing herself as the powerful woman she felt she could be. The pantyhose felt like an extension of her skin, almost as if they were a part of her. She let out a soft moan, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom.
As her fingers danced over her swollen clit, her body began to change. Her breasts grew larger, more defined, straining against the confines of her shirt. Her hips widened, her waist narrowed, and her legs lengthened. She felt stronger, more confident than ever before.
Her mousy brown hair became black and long, framing her face in soft waves. It bounced playfully as she moved, emphasizing her new curves. Her ass became juicy, round, and firm, accentuated by the lacy pantyhose. She felt powerful and irresistible.
As she reached the peak of her orgasm, her other hand explored the lacy fabric of the pantyhose, feeling the soft material against her skin. It was as if the pantyhose were a part of her, amplifying her sensations, her confidence. She arched her back, moaning loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
She straightened up, breathing heavily, and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. The girl looking back at her was nothing like the plain, invisible Carrie she had been only moments ago. She was now a striking, confident woman, her features accentuated by the makeup she'd hastily applied. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her face, and her body was outlined perfectly by the lacy pantyhose. She looked powerful, sexy, and in control.
“From now on you get what you want!” Carrie said to herself as she walked with vigor to Mr. Jenkins office.
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Chained
"Mmmm you didn't turn out half bad. Not as hot as me, of course, but good enough to be my side kick"
Behind her the brunette posed uncertainly, stunned by her transformation. She hadn't expected that super fake, rich bitch Jade to give her the time of day. But when she was pulled aside and a little necklace forced around her neck, she became chained to this tanned bratty doll.
"Don't worry about the necklace. It's certainly lacking compared to mine, but still enough to lock you into a hot body for the rest of the night. If you're lucky, I'll let you keep it."
Keep it? She wondered to herself. Stay in this curvaceous body? Forced to strut through the clubs behind Jade, following her every move. Supporting every catty statement, helping pay for shopping sprees, keeping an eye out for any hot hunk or honey who might be worth of their attention. That sounded...addicting.
"In fact, if you prove your worthy of being in my squad, you get a letter. Perhaps a nice 'K' to follow right behind 'J'? Krystal seems like a hot name. Let's see if she can be a hot bitch to match"
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Power
Hi this is Maddy and I’m going to try the new confidence booster supplement from CC Industries called ‘Power’ and document it here. My boyfriend Alex is a scientist with the company so this is currently experimental but he assures me it’s safe. So this is me with zero days of Power.
Hi it’s Maddy again and this is day three of taking Power. Not seeing much difference yet. I think maybe my ass has gotten smoother and bigger? Let me know in the comments.
Hi it’s Maddy and this is day seven of taking Power and I’ve been feeling more confident and assertive. Thanks for all the compliments on my butt in my last video, that’s really helped my self esteem. Also maybe related but I seem to need my glasses less and less.
This is two weeks of being on Power and I think I’m really starting to feel a difference now. Like check out this cute outfit, I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this before. Comment below with a score out of 10 for how I look.
Maddy here and this is one month using Power. As you can tell it’s had some major physical side effects. My boobs are bigger, my skin is clearer and my lips are more full. It’s certainly been a hit with my boyfriend who suggested I up my dose. I’m not sure if I should but what’s the worse than can happen?
It’s me, Maddy, and this is what two months of Power looks like. I’ve never had the confidence to own a sun bathing suit before but now, well, I think this little number speaks for itself. My boyfriend was right, the double dose makes me feel and look even better. Other guys have noticed too, but don’t tell my boyfriend he has competition.
It’s me, Madi, naturally, and here I am looking like perfection after three months of Power. I’ve had a few changes in the last month. I got new clothes, new makeup and even a new car thanks to biggest change in my life, my new boyfriend Chad. He’s rich and handsome and knows how to treat a woman of my stature, not like my loser ex. Message for all you queens out there, don’t settle for frogs.
It’s Madison here to update you all on my four months of having Power. I’d also like to address the comments from my last video. The comments that say that I’ve become bitchy and superficial lately. I’d like to apologize to all the babies out there who are envious of me and want to take me down. You’re never going to take me down. Which reminds me, today I hit a milestone of 1 million subs!
Listen up, Madison is speaking. I know plenty of you jealous bitches have signed a petition to get CC Industries to cut off my supply of Power and somehow you losers won them over but I have plenty of Power stocked up. You think I’d give up this feeling after just five months? I might even start upping my dose!
I have big news for all my loser followers, your Queen is getting married. Not to Chad, I dumped him last week for my new man. Well not new exactly, it’s Alex my ex. I was burning through my supply of Power more than I thought and I knew Alex could get me more, but he was too moralistic and lame so I spiked his drinks over a few weeks with my remaining doses. He’s so fucking hawt and mean now. Power gave him the drive to take over CC industries so now I get all the Power I could ever want but I don’t like to share so we won’t be releasing it anytime soon. If I could do all this with only six months of Power, imagine what I’ll accomplish in the next six.
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I HAVE NEVER
It was your bullying step-brothers idea to play a game. You just wished you'd never listened...
Jordan was the bane of your life. He was stronger, taller and more attractive than you. He seemed to take a perverse delight in ruining everything in your life and when you finally got a girlfriend you could sense his jealousy.
You weren't worried though. Jenna was sweet, delightful and funny. She hated 'Alpha-Males' like Jordan and was deeply in love with you. She was best-friends with your twin sister Kate as well and the three of you got on so well.
One day the three of you were hanging out when Jordan entered the room carrying a bottle of vodka.
"Hey nerds," he grinned, "wanna play a game with me?"
"Not really Jordan, go away," sighed Kate folding her arms under her small breasts and glaring at him. "You're such a douchebag, we don't want to play anything with you."
"Awwww, what's the matter? Don't wanna have some fun?"
Placing the bottle down, Jordan opened it and grabbed four shot glasses. He poured out the vodka. "Come on losers, I'm bored and this will be fun. I bet you pathetic dweebs have never played 'I have never'."
I didn't want to play anything with Jordan, but strangely I found myself being drawn towards the shot glass the same as my girlfriend and my sister.
"That's it losers - you can't resist playing with me. In fact - you can't resist doing everything I say from now on."
A strange befuddlement seemed to throb through my head as my hand closed on the glass. I could see Jenna breathing heavily and Kate as well as they grabbed their glasses.
"Now then bitches, I'm gonna say something and if you have never done it before, you have to drink and then do the thing I'm saying."
"Th...that's not how... the game... works," groaned Jenna struggling to speak as a strange lethargy swept through her.
"It's how my version works losers - now then. I have never had my tits enhanced."
A strange tingle ran through all three of us and I found the vodka rising to my lips. I drank it and placing it down watched Jordan fill my glass back up.
The fiery vodka burned my throat and then my chest began to ache. I looked down and watched in horror as my t-shirt began to bulge and swell. My nipples were rock hard as my pectoral muscles bulged out and then became soft pliable flesh. Two round, perfect globes swelled out - big fat fake tits causing my t shirt to rip and tear. I could hear female moans next to me and saw that my sister and girlfriend were undergoing a similar transformation.
"H...how?" groaned Kate as she cupped her massive new tits. She had been relatively flat chested before, but now she had a fine pair of teenage milkers and she looked great.
"Just a little magic to spice things up," grinned Jordan. "All three of you look so much better with this big tits. Now then 'I have never shaved my pussy bare."
I felt the vodka rising to my lips again and I drank it. My cock tingled and a delicious feeling of inversion and sucking seemed to happen. My crotch was now flat and smooth - a pretty pink pussy where my cock used to be.
"Haha, this is cool," laughed Jordan. "Now then, I have never worked my booty out to become a PAWG."
All three of us drank again and my whole body ached. I could feel my ass swelling up and my body shrinking. Toned muscles rippled under my skin as my hips cracked out. I looked at Kate and Jenna - they looked like hot little gym bunnies now just like I did.
"Okay sluts - you're looking good, but we can do even better. I have never had hair extensions, fake nails, eyelashes and a tan."
My body ached and as I raised the vodka to my lips again I saw I now had cute white nails and smooth tanned skin. My short hair was now long and blonde, I could feel it tickling my shoulders. Long slutty lashes projected from my eyes and I could taste lipstick on my transformed face.
I had nearly become fully female.
"Yeah, that's it bitches - you look so much better. The bottle is nearly empty. How about one final round? I have never been a horny, popular, bitchy slut who only likes hung Alpha-males."
All three of us drank, the empy glasses tumbling from our hands as we shook and giggled. My pussy throbbed and my brain ached as I felt new urges and desires pulse through me.
I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... I'm popular. I wanna fuck Jordan, I love being a slut for him... ohhh fuck yeah.
My clothing transformed as did Kate and Jenna's. All three of us were now dressed in sexy lingerie. The three of us were mean little size queens now, sluts for bully cock. I felt my pouty pink lips twist into a dumb grin as I played with my hair.
"Like... I am sooooo drunk and I'm fucking horny. Jordan, please will you like let us suck your cock?"
Jordan smiled and unzipping his fly flopped out his big fat cock. Me and my slutty friends sank to our knees, our mouths wet. Mmmmmh, he was so good to us.
"Fuck yes. My step-sis and her slutty friends. This is such a better configuration," he crowed. "Maybe one day I'll turn you back so you can appreciate how much of a slut you were for my cock. Then I'll turn you back into this bitch - she's better than you ever were."
I had no idea what my hot step-brother was going on about. I was too busy sinking my cherry pink lips around his big cock and starting to suck as Jenna began to rim Jordan and Kate kissed and made out with him.
Glug... glug... glug...
THE END
"Mmmmmh, that's it girls - I have never had a threesome before and this is gonna be a blast..."
As I felt Jordan's cock slide deep down my slut throat, I gurgled happily. Mmmmmh, I loved playing games with him...
#evie hyde#bitchification#f2f transformation#f2f corruption#corruption#m2f transformation#bully#m2f corruption
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Her Rightful Place
What do you think of the new me Mommy? Don't I look sooo hot now, much better than that fat slob I was before, Step Daddy Chris helped me evolve into my next stage of life as a proper woman. One that understands the importance of her looks and how to use them. One that knows her place by her mans side, and knows to always do as he says.
Unlike you Mom, you never listen to Chris do you? You wouldn't listen when he told you I needed to work on myself, or when he told you he had a way to fix me without needing to to do that work. Admit it Mother you wanted me to be a fat ugly loser so you could feel better about yourself, because face it, your lucky Daddy spent so long with such a mediocre woman like you.
That's why we've decided I'll be moving into the master bedroom with Daddy, while you take my old room and become our live in maid. But don't worry Ruth, we're not totally evil so we'll still allow you to please Daddy when he's feeling aroused while I'm out working at the club.
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HIJACKED
"Babe, help! This coat's possessed, it's been hijacking my body! I've been a prisoner in my mind for the last week, you have to get i-"
"Ooo, and we're back. That was a good effort, but you don't want to listen to her, dear. Just look at all the improvements I've made to this body- she couldn't give you a titjob before. And her head game is nowhere near mine. Admit it, I'm just too much fun for you to give up. Now unbuckle that belt for me..."
"That's right, lie back and forget all about her..."
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Just f*ck me already!
#bimbo doll#feeling slutty#sluttoy#slutlife#sexy bitch#bimbo girl#daddy's good girl#asian chick#bitchification#use my pussy#kisses#so fuckable
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D&D
Cole had been the victim of bullies since he was young, leaving him with few self-esteem and no self-worth. As a result, he was often intimidated by his stepmother. But he still found solace in his friends; a trio of teenagers Tyler, Adam and Diego. As they huddled around Cole's kitchen table one day, the chatter of their conversation was interrupted by a suggestion. “Let's play Dungeons and Dragons,' Cole proclaimed while searching his shelves for the game pieces. With curiosity and excitement, the others agreed and soon they were engrossed in the game.
They made their way deep into the dungeon and faced several close calls when they encountered various creatures. Suddenly, their adventurer's needed a potion in order to complete their quest. Thinking quickly, Cole proposed that he and his friends each drink one of his homemade elixirs. He hastened to the kitchen to gather the special drinks and return to the game.
However, what Cole didn't realize was that his stepmother had secretly switched his elixir with a dangerous brew from the mysterious Hyde Inc. As he rejoined his friends and each took turns sipping the beverage, they each felt their bodies shifting and contorting in oddly delicious ways. To their amazement, their nails grew long, their buttocks filled out and their skin transformed into a luxurious golden brown tan. Their hair had grown into long, luscious waves and full, plump lips formed on each of their faces.
With confusion, fear and delight, the boys soon discovered that Cole's stepmother had transformed them all into beautiful, bimbo figure skaters named Chloe, Taya, Abby and Diana. From that moment on, the four bimbo teens could not keep themselves from feeling naughty and slutty, flooding their minds with thoughts that made their pussies drip.
Once their new bombshell looks hit the hallways, they became the hottest thing in school. Boys fell head over heels for the girls, and the cheerleaders were left in bewilderment, as their boyfriends were stolen away from them. The cheerleaders tried to fight back against this strange attractive force, yet no matter what they did, their techniques were unsuccessful against the four bimbo powerhouses.
Before they even had time to realize it, the four bimbos had taken over the school. They now ruled the roost, with the cheerleaders becoming their submissive followers. All of the boys were fawning over their newfound bimbo goddesses. The cheerleaders were nothing more than their 'yes-women'.
The transformation of Chloe, Taya, Abby, and Diana was complete. No one could stand in their way of total domination. They had become the new bitches of the school.
#bimboification#dumb thicc#dumbification#corruption#phat ass white girl#bimbo doll#bitchification#m2f
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