Clarissa finished her healthy lunch, and realized the time. She ran through her phone and checked her messages on OnlyFans. She replied back to a few of her regulars, and then went through the requests she had gotten. A few were pretty easy, so she went to her closet and started snapping photos. By the time she was finished, half an hour had passed. She smiled realizing that she would have another $1000 in the bank soon.

Clarissa enjoyed OnlyFans. Before it had come about, she had been making money as a Twitch streamer to pay her way through college. The pay had been good enough that it made her wonder why she was even doing college, if she could make more money now as a camgirl.

So she dropped out. She had tried a few different platforms, but OnlyFans was her favorite. They took the smallest cut, and she had moved to a state without income tax and was just racking up income now.

However, she had one problem. She was making enough money to live a modest, middle-class lifestyle - nothing to scoff at, but she wanted more.

She listened to interviews and read articles by the really big names, and always felt a tinge of envy whenever she heard how much they made in a month. If she made that much money, she’d never have to work again after a few years.

So Clarissa came up with a plan to figure out how to go from mid-tier to upper-tier on OnlyFans. The plan was simple, she’d do a little bit of market research.

A lot of people followed her on both Twitter and OnlyFans, and so she set up some polls and picked their brains about what kind of pics and videos they’d like of her.

The next few weeks did see a small uptick in her earnings, as she tried to cater to her fans tastes, but not by much.

Clarissa was starting to grow impatient. She needed more information than Twitter polls could provide. So she decided to do something a little more drastic.

Clarissa had been studying film editing before she had dropped out of college, and she still had access to her school subscription of Adobe Premier for video editing. So she started to put together a special video that would get her into the mindset of her fans.

After two weeks working on it in her spare time, the 4 hour video was ready.

Clarissa finished up her OnlyFans requests for the day, and then sat down to watch the hypnotic video she had created.

A spinning spiral appeared on the screen. Clarissa began to watch it. It had been so hard avoiding it while she was editing the video - but now she could just watch the spiral spinning. Spinning. Spinning…

The sound playing in her headphones was a relaxing set of tones, and with each transition to a new tone she felt another group of muscles relax.

<You are not Clarissa.>

Clarissa’s breathing slowed down, and she found herself sinking into her comfortable office chair.

<You are not a 20-year-old girl.>

Clarrisa gave a blank smile as the spiral started to get flashes of color over it.

<You are a horny 15-year-old boy.>

Clarissa felt herself getting warm between her legs.

<You are not attracted to men. You are attracted to women.>

Clarissa started rubbing her thighs together.

<You are a shy, horny 15-year-old virgin. You spend all your time on the internet doing various nerdy things, and when you’re not doing that, you lie about your age and use your parent’s credit card to subscribe to girls and buy content on OnlyFans.>

Clarissa was feeling so relaxed. So good. So horny.

<You spend all your free time watching anime, playing video games and thinking about the hot and sexy girls in them.>

Clarissa felt her hand creeping down between her legs.

<A week from now, you will watch the second video. The second video will return you to normal after you watch it.>

A few hours later, Clark blinked and looked around in confusion. Where was he? He was in a bedroom, but it clearly wasn’t his own. Where were the anime posters? The clothes strewn all over the floor? The slightly musky odor?

This looked like a girls room. Or rather, an adult woman’s room. The tasteful, if sparse decorations and cute aesthetic spoke to that.

And… Those were new.

Clark looked down at his breasts. His breasts?

Clark was definitely a guy - maybe not the most manly specimen, a little overweight, but definitely a guy. However, he was staring down at the body of a thin girl. A hot girl.

Clark stood up and paused for a second. His balance was all off. He was used to having a different center of gravity. He took an experimental step. Then another. Soon he got the hang of it, and walked around the strange apartment looking for a mirror to see his new self.

Clark found a mirror in the hallway, and gasped when he saw himself.

“I’m her? I’m that Clarissa girl!” he said excitedly.

Clarissa was one of his favorite girls on OnlyFans.

This was a teenage boy’s dream come true. He quickly took off his top to get a better look at his new breasts.

Fuck, Clarissa was even hotter in person. He started rubbing his breasts, and was surprised at how sensitive his nipples were.

He jumped, and admired the jiggle.

He could do this all day.

Then he took a step back.

He could do this all day now. He was apparently controlling the body of his favorite cam girl.

A perverted smile crossed his face. His mind was going crazy with all of the things he could do with his new body. He went over to the closet, and couldn’t believe all of the skimpy outfits he saw in there.

He wanted to try each and everyone one of them one, and see how hot he looked, but he decided to be practical and start with just one first.

He found a skimpy top that he liked, and a short pink skirt and he threw them on. Then he went to the mirror to admire himself.

He blushed, looking at his long blond hair, perfectly made-up skin, large breasts, thin waist and wide hips. Clarissa was a knock-out. He was a knock-out.

A mischievous smile crossed his lips. He didn’t know how long this magic switcheroo was going to last, but he could add some pictures to Clarissa’s OnlyFans account and always have something to remember this by.

He pulled out Clarissa’s phone, and tried a random password. Miraculously, it seemed to work!

Soon he was getting into her OnlyFans, and he started a photo shoot.

He took all the pervy shots he would have loved for Clarissa to make herself, but which she never did for some reason. With each shot he was getting more and more aroused, and it was showing in his flushed skin.

He set his phone up to record and put it on a shelf, and started running his hands over his body.

The feeling was divine.

He was getting so hot and bothered, and there was only one problem.

He had always masturbated to Clarissa in the past, but he had had a cock then. He was definitely feeling aroused right now, but when he reached down between his legs he didn’t find a cock there.

“My panties are so wet,” he remarked.

He didn’t know his way around his new equipment, but he was eager to learn.

He stuck his finger experimentally into his pussy.

“Oh fuck!” he said.

He loved all the new sensations he was feeling. He noticed his little clit, and tried rubbing it experimentally.

“Why do girls get all the fun!” he exclaimed.

There was no comparison - there was so much more sensation down there. He remembered Clarissa’s videos and went to her bedside table where he found a small vibrator.

He turned it on, then cycled through a few settings before he found one that seemed good.

Clark started going at his clit with the vibrator like there was no tomorrow. He threw his head back in pleasure. This was amazing!

He looked at himself in the mirror. He was the porn now. He looked at the naked and squirming girl in the mirror, and watched her pleasure herself. He felt like a voyeur in his own body.

Finally, his whole body tensed up and a dam of pleasure broke and rocked through him. His nerves were singing, and he let out a barrage of moans.

When he finally got his wits back, he stopped recording and uploaded the new video.

Then, like a stereotypical guy he decided to sleep right after his orgasm.

* * *

The next day, Clark took several seconds to realize he was still in Clarissa’s body, as he looked around his room confused.

He logged into OnlyFans, and saw that the reaction to his little photo shoot last night was really good. In fact, it looked like Clarissa had gained a lot of followers last night and had received a lot of cash.

Clark smiled. He didn’t want to ruin Clarissa - he wanted her to still be working after their little switcheroo got sorted, so he decided he would have to pretend to be her for the short term. Thankfully, the comments seemed to indicate that people could tell there was something different about last night’s shoot.

> I don’t know what it is, but your heart seems much more in it in this video. It’s like you’re really enjoying yourself here. Hope to see more like this in the future!

The other comments all expressed similar sentiment in much worse grammar and spelling.

Clark decided to get ready for the morning.

He greatly enjoyed showering. He watched in fascination as the soap covered his body and washed off it.

He hoped he never got used to seeing Clarissa’s naked body when he looked down. He was almost constantly excited because her hot body was always a glance away now. He could be as pervy as he wanted and no one could say or do anything about it!

He got out of the shower, dried himself off and tried to do Clarissa’s make-up. He didn’t have a ton of experience with make-up, but he managed to make himself look pretty hot if he did say so himself.

He made breakfast, and then realized the moment of truth was upon him.

As he knew from subscribing to her, she was active throughout the day. That meant he was probably even a little behind in responding to messages and doing requests.

He opened up OnlyFans and started going through and doing his best to respond.

As a hotblooded male, Clark was a little uncomfortable having conversations with horny guys who were lusting after *his* body, but he quickly rationalized this. He imagined that he was the horny guy sending her the message, and then imagined exactly what response he would want from her.

Soon he had finished his morning routine, taken some easy request photos, and had the rest of the morning to himself.

He decided to watch some anime. For some reason, he couldn’t really recall having watched much anime even though he knew he watched it all the time.

He Google searched “anime with sexy girls” and was soon off to the races.

After getting through a 13-episode hentai that kept him masturbating furiously throughout, he realized that he had the perfect “disguise” to perv on girls!

He put on some skimpy work-out clothes, snapped a few pics to post on OnlyFans, and then grabbed a gym bag and headed to the gym.

It took Clark a few times to start the car. He still didn’t have a drivers license, let alone a learner’s permit, but he had done a little driving on his great uncle’s farm, and he hoped his experience would be enough to fool onlookers into not suspecting anything strange about his driving.

As if guided by instinct, he found himself at a women’s only gym. When he looked in Clarissa’s wallet, he was surprised to find that she already had a membership to this place. Score!

He walked in, and headed to the locker rooms.

There were a bunch of girls changing in there. They paid him no mind.

He just watched slack-jawed, enchanted by their naked bodies.

Eventually, he was the only one left in the locker room. He snapped himself out of it, removed his hands from between his thighs and decided to workout.

He had never been one for working out, but it turned out that getting to see a hot girl sweat in the mirror was a pretty good incentive to get him out and active. He went through a whole routine, his eyes running greedily over Clarissa’s (his!) sports bra and flat stomach, and then taking peeks at all the hot women working out.

When he had finished, he hit the showers, savoring his naked body, before changing into the clothes from his gym bag. As he walked out, a girl stopped him.

“Hey, I’m Monique,” the girl said, smiling. “I noticed you checking me out earlier. Are you a lesbian?”

Clark blushed.

“Uh, y-yeah something like that,” he said.

“Want to grab a coffee some time?” she asked.

“Sure!” he said, a little too quickly.

They exchanged numbers, and went their own ways.

Soon Clark was back at Clarissa’s apartment, taking pictures and responding to requests. He thought he was getting good at this. He was also pleased to see that Clarissa’s subscriber count was continuing to grow.

He looked around the apartment. It really could use some anime figures to liven up the place. He started ordering some of the girls from the hentai he had just watched, as well as some posters of them in tights and skimpy swimwear.

Soon, Clarissa’s room would look like the man cave he remembered.

* * *

Clark’s date the next day with Monique went great.

They both got coffee, which Clark had to pretend to like, and they got talking.

It turned out that Monique had pretty diverse taste in media, and she liked a lot of the same shows that he did. They talked about Star Trek for a few hours, before Monique invited him back to her apartment.

He couldn’t believe how easy this all had been! As a guy, he was used to rejection, but now that he had the body of a hot girl, it was like he was playing on easy mode, even with another girl!

Things got spicy with Monique, and Clark was happy that Monique had a mirror above the bed.

Clark watched as two girls fucked in the mirror, and it was like an out-of-body experience.

Two naked women moaning and sweating and pleasuring each other, and he got to watch all of it unfold. He was the luckiest boy who ever lived. If he ever got back in his original body, all the other boys at school were going to be so jealous!

* * *

A week came and went, and Clarissa’s subscriber numbers had never been better. Clarissa was going to have to thank Clark when she got back to her body!

Clark had gotten his pretending to be Clarissa down to an art, and Clarissa’s fans just ate it up. He had even ordered some cheap clothes from Ali Baba for Clarissa to wear in the long term.

As evening approached on this 7th day in a new body, Clark had a sudden realization that his time was about to end. He didn’t know why, but he opened up Clarissa’s computer and clicked to open a particular video.

However, an error message popped up.

> Error. Your subscription to Adobe Premier Student Edition has expired.

Huh, Clark stared at the message confused. He knew he was supposed to watch the video, and that this would somehow set Clarissa and him right again, but it wasn’t working!

He tried a few things, to no avail. The video would not play.

At first, Clark felt a little disappointed by this, but then he realized just how lucky he was. He was going to be in Clarissa’s body forever!

He could keep dressing her up however he wanted, saying exactly what he would have wanted to hear to the horny guys lusting after her, fucking hot women and watching in the mirror. It was perfect! He’d probably continue to pick up new followers, and make ever more money because he knew exactly what her horny fans wanted - he was one of those horny fans after all.

Clark walked over to the hallway mirror, and enjoyed the curves of Clarissa’s amazing body, imagining what she would look like with cat ears or an anime cosplay.

“Sorry, Clarissa. I guess this is my body now!”