The Favor

Alan Mills kicked his feet up on the coffee table and took a long pull from the beer bottle in his hand. The living room of Nate’s apartment felt smaller than usual tonight, the walls closing in a little tighter than they had any right to. He had crashed here plenty of times over the years, but tonight the place carried a different weight. Nate paced back and forth in front of the television, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans, looking every bit the nervous kid Alan had known since freshman year of college.

Alan took another swig and set his bottle down with a soft clink. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet if you keep up with that, man. What’s eating you? You look like you just got caught jerking off in the library again.” He said with a jovial grin.

Nate stopped mid-step and rubbed the back of his neck, the motion making his untucked button-down shirt shift across his narrow shoulders. He had always been the smaller of the two, the kind of guy who blended into the crowd while Alan turned heads without even trying. Tonight, the difference felt sharper than usual.

“Come on, spill it,” Alan pressed, stretching his long legs out further across the coffee table. His own toned frame filled the couch in a way Nate’s never could—broad shoulders, thick arms from years of casual gym time, and the kind of easy confidence that came from knowing women noticed him the second he walked into a room. He ran a hand through his dark, slightly tousled hair and waited.

Nate finally dropped into the armchair across from him, elbows on his knees. “It’s because of my parents.”

Alan raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth already twitching. “What about them? Aren’t they living the high life down in South Florida or something? Last I heard, your dad was golfing every day, and your mom was redecorating their condo for the third time this year.”

“They’re visiting me for the week,” the introverted man said quietly.

The dark-haired Alan shrugged, reaching for his beer again. “So? Don’t they visit you every couple of years anyway? Just cook them a couple of meals, show them around the city, and send them home happy. What’s the big deal?”

“Well,” Nate stared at the floor for a long moment, then let out a slow breath. “I kinda told them a little white lie. I kinda told them I had a girlfriend.”

The words hung there. Alan blinked once, then twice, before the grin finally broke across his face. He couldn’t help but snort at the dilemma. “You what? You actually told your parents you have a girlfriend? Man, they’ve been grilling you to settle down for years.”

“That’s the point,” the scrawnier man said. “They wouldn’t let it go, and I was just getting tired of their judgmental tone every week I called them. Since I told them, they’ve finally gotten off my case, but now they’re coming down to meet her.”

Alan couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s problem. “This is the most you thing I’ve ever heard, Nate,” he told him jovially. “Just nip it in the bud. Tell them you’ve broken up, or that she’s out of town on business or something.”

Nate lowered his head to the floor, staring at his patterned carpet. “I can’t,” he eventually replied. “I told them that we live together, and that I was treating her to dinner this week. They made sure she would be around before they planned the visit.”

The bulkier man snorted, not showing an ounce of empathy for his friend. “That sucks to be you,” he grinned. “But you’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. Just tell them you broke up, and then make up some new fantasy girlfriend after they leave. Easy.”

The bespectacled nerd shook his head. “I-I can’t do that,” he stammered. “They will suspect me of lying immediately, and I couldn’t face that kind of questioning.”

Alan took a long sip of his beer, letting out a satisfied burp and wiping his face before returning to his friend’s problem. “Well, what do you want me to do about it?” he asked. “You need some money for an escort or something? You know I’m broke after I lost my job a couple of weeks ago, bud.”

Nate shook his head, his voice quietening. “An escort wouldn’t work. She doesn’t know me. My parents would see right through her,” he replied. “I need someone to act as my girlfriend for the week, someone who knows the real me. That’s the only way this will work.”

Alan chuckled amusedly. “Yeah?” he said with a wide grin. “Which secret woman do you have lined up for that then? I haven’t seen hoards of them in your apartment as of late. Who’s the lucky woman?”

Nate didn’t speak; he merely stared at his friend for a long moment until the silent question sank in.

Alan’s grin slowly faded. “Wait? Me?” he said in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? You haven’t started on the dope again, have you?”

The bespectacled man straightened up. “Well, you do owe me, man,” he told him, “big time.”

The bulkier man set his bottle down with a decisive clunk and leaned forward. Two years ago, he had wrapped his car around a guardrail on the interstate after a late-night shift. The crash had been brutal. Internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and a kidney that was basically shredded. Doctors had given him hours at best. His blood type was so rare that the hospital blood bank had nothing on hand, and the wait for a match could have easily become his obituary.

Then Nate had shown up. The same quiet guy from college who had drifted out of Alan’s life after graduation suddenly appeared at the bedside, rolling up his sleeve without hesitation. As a last resort, Alan had posted a message on his Facebook profile, asking anyone who might know someone who could help. Nate answered the call. Same blood type. Same perfect match. One kidney later, and Alan was alive, breathing on his own again, and the friendship had roared back to life stronger than before. In the months that followed, Alan had told his college friend over and over that he owed him everything. Anything Nate ever needed, just say the word. Nate had never once brought it up. Until tonight.

Alan shook his head, the easy smile completely gone now. “This is absurd. No, absolutely not.” He wasn’t going to entertain such a crazy proposition.

Nate’s voice stayed steady. “You did promise me anything.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t mean turn me into your pretend girlfriend for a week!” the dark-haired man shot back, gesturing at himself with both hands. “How the hell would that even work? It’s not like I can slap on a wig and claim to be a girl. Do you think your parents are idiots?”

The nervous nerd swallowed and paused before returning with a soft voice. “We’ve been developing something at work,” he said. “It started as a project to help amputees regenerate limbs. The prototype ended up being… a lot more powerful than anyone imagined. It clips right here,” he tapped the back of his own neck, “and releases microscopic robots that can reshape tissue, bone, even hair and skin tone on command. Temporary. Fully reversible. I’ve seen the data. It works.”

Alan stared at his friend’s face as though he had been personally insulted. “That sounds like sci-fi bullshit,” he spat. “You’re telling me your lab built a magic gender-swap machine and it’s not even in the news?”

“It’s not magic,” Nate replied quickly, his cheeks flushing. “It’s just really advanced nanotech. Look, just try it once. If it doesn’t do anything, we never speak of this again, and I’ll buy the beers for an entire year.”

The dark-haired guest pushed to his feet, towering over the smaller man. “I’m not turning myself into some science guinea pig for your parents’ visit.”

The room went quiet. Nate looked up at him with those same steady eyes from the hospital bed two years earlier. “You said you owed me. You said anything. This is the anything.”

Alan felt the words hit like a punch to the gut. He remembered the procedure, the beeping machines, the way Nate had never asked for anything in return. The guilt he had carried ever since settled heavily in his chest. He ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling sharply.

“It would only be for a week,” Nate added softly. “They arrive on Monday, and they leave on Friday night. I’ll turn you back the moment they leave, and we’ll be square. Forever.”

Alan stared at the floor for a long moment. The pressure of that old debt, the look on Nate’s face, and the absolute certainty in his own mind that the gadget would never work anyway finally cracked his resistance. He threw up his hands in surrender.

“Fine,” he muttered. “One week. But after this, we’re even. Completely even.”

Nate’s whole face lit up with a wide, relieved smile. “Thank you. Seriously. My parents are due to arrive on Monday, so come back Sunday night, and we’ll fit the device. I’ll have everything ready.”

Alan grabbed his beer bottle, downed the last warm sip, and set it on the table with a final clack. He turned and headed for the door, pausing only long enough to glance back at his friend.

“Remember, after this, we’re all square,” he said, his voice flat. He stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him.

The lock clicked, and the favor had officially begun.

❖

Alan stood dead center in Nate’s living room, his arms crossed tight over his chest, completely naked except for a pair of plain white boxer shorts that hugged his hips. The fabric felt ridiculous now, the only thing left between him and whatever madness Nate had planned. He glared at his nerdy friend, his jaw set, every muscle in his tall frame radiating pure irritation and nervousness.

“I said all of it,” Nate repeated, his voice steady as his eyes flicked nervously to the floor.

Alan’s eyebrow shot up. “You’ve got to be kidding me, man. This is already humiliating enough. Let’s not make this any more awkward than it needs to be.”

Nate softly rubbed the back of his neck. He looked smaller than ever in that moment, swallowed up by the weight of what he was asking. “I can’t risk any external contamination with the nanobots, Alan. I can’t have any garment of clothing on your person when the device starts up.”

Alan stared at his friend for a long beat, the fight draining from his shoulders. He let out a resigned sigh, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and shoved them down in one quick motion. The fabric pooled at his ankle, and he kicked it aside. His impressive cock hung heavy between his bulky thighs, thick even at rest, the kind of equipment that had always drawn second glances in locker rooms. Nate’s eyes flicked down for half a second before he looked away, a flicker of something closer to jealousy crossing his face.

The naked man folded his arms again, trying to ignore the exposure he felt. “There. Happy now? Let’s just get this bullshit started before I change my mind.”

Nate stepped closer, the small metal prototype device glinting in his palm. Before Alan could open his mouth to ask further questions, the smaller man reached around and pressed a small silver clip firmly against the back of the nude man’s neck. A soft click sounded, the device locking into place like it had been made for him. Alan shuddered as the cool metal settled against his skin, before a faint warmth began to spread outward from the contact point.

The bespectacled man stepped back quickly and pulled out his phone. His fingers moved across the screen as he loaded an app. “Okay, the nanobots are being released into your system now. They’ll take a few moments to spread through every cell in your body. Once the app says they’re fully synced, I’ll be able to control any changes from here.”

Alan stood still with his heart hammering. He could feel the faintest tingling starting at the base of his skull and radiating outward, like static electricity dancing just under the surface.

The phone chimed softly, and Nate glanced at the screen. “Right, we’re all synced. Are you ready?”

Alan forced out a dry laugh. “Well, it’s not like I have much of a choice at this point.”

Nate let the tiniest smirk break out on his professional expression before giving his naked friend a small nod. “I’ll start with something small, just so you can see what it’s all about.” His thumb hovered over his phone before pressing a button.

A tingling sensation instantly exploded across Alan’s scalp. There was no slow buildup or warning. He felt strands shifting, pulling, growing. His short brunette hair lengthened in visible waves, sliding past his ears, brushing his shoulders, before cascading further down his back. The color shifted as it grew, lightening his roots into a rich golden-blonde that shone in the lamplight before moving further down. His new hair settled at his mid-back, thick and silky, framing his face in soft, blonde layers. Alan’s eyes widened as he reached up instinctively and felt the soft locks between his fingers.

“What the hell?” he muttered. “I don’t need to go full Marilyn Monroe here. There are such things as tomboys, you know.”

Nate softly bit his lower lip as he lowered his head, his cheeks burning. “I… already described my girlfriend to my parents. I kinda went a little overboard with it, and I have no choice but to match you to the description.”

Alan opened his mouth to argue, but his friend dragged a finger along the slider on the screen. A deep, uncomfortable pressure instantly slammed through Alan’s entire body at once. The room seemed to tilt. For a moment, it felt as though Nate had grown taller, but it didn’t take long for Alan to realize the new, horrifying truth. Nate wasn’t growing taller—Alan was shrinking. Inch by inch, his height melted away, bones compressing, frame condensing until he settled at a petite 5”2”, a full nine inches shorter than his previous state. The transformed man’s proportions stayed roughly the same, but everything was smaller, and forced him to look up at Nate’s 5’7” frame for the first time in their lives.

Alan shook his head, his golden hair swinging with the motion. “What the hell is this? Nate, I’ve changed my mind,” he told his friend in a panic, as the realization of what the device on his neck was capable of. “This is too much. I’ll make it up to you another way, I promise. Just turn this off.”

The shorter man stepped forward, his arm reaching out for his friend’s phone. However, Nate’s thumb moved fast. A single button press and Alan froze mid-stride, his hand outstretched, body locked in place like a statue. His mouth stayed open, but no sound came out. Panic flared in the man’s eyes.

Nate winced. “I’m sorry, Alan. You already agreed to this. I’ll make it up to you after this is all done, but right now, I need you to fulfill your promise.”

He pressed another button, and Alan’s posture immediately straightened, still completely immobile and mute, but now standing with his back straight, as if he were a robot in its default state. Nate’s fingers danced across the screen, his voice quiet.

“Right, let’s get started,” he said, looking down at the device as he focused on the options. “I’ll start with the face.”

Alan felt the changes oncoming changes as though his face were merely soft, warm wax being remolded. His jaw softened first, angles rounding out, losing their sharp masculine edge. His cheekbones lifted higher, giving his face a delicate heart shape. His nose shrank, becoming small and slightly upturned. Eyes widening, lashes lengthening into natural, thick, dark fans that would feel heavy every time he blinked. Then came his lips. They ballooned out further and further, plumping dramatically, growing fuller and softer until they formed a permanent, pouty bow that looked made for kissing.

Nate visibly adjusted his pants as he watched the changes. The man glanced back down at his phone as he adjusted various sliders. “Shoulders next.”

Alan’s broad shoulders narrowed, his bones shifting inward with a strange pulling sensation. His arms slimmed, muscle definition fading into smooth, slender lines. The pressure moved lower. His waist cinched dramatically, his ribs compressing until he had an impossibly tiny hourglass shape. It was incredible to think that a mere five minutes ago, he had a far different physique. However, the real shock hit his chest.

The new blonde’s pectorals swelled outward. Flesh pushed forward, skin stretching tight as two heavy, round breasts ballooned into existence. It was one thing for a man to receive a pair of pert breasts for the first time, but these were something else entirely, and something Alan was far from prepared for. They grew and grew, becoming full F-cups that sat high and unnaturally perky on his chest, perfectly spherical and buoyant. There was no sag, no natural give—they looked like the kind of fake tits teenage boys fantasized about, impossible to mistake for anything real. The weight pulled at his frame, his nipples tightening into sensitive peaks.

Alan’s mind screamed behind his frozen face, helplessly willing himself to move a muscle. Stop. Stop this right now. This isn’t happening.

Nate didn’t stop, and his smaller-than-average penis pressed hard against the line of his pants. “Uhmm, hips and ass next.”

The transformed man’s hips flared outward with a deep ache, his bones widening while fat padded the curves. His ass swelled next, rounding into a plump, heart-shaped bubble that jiggled slightly with every tiny involuntary shift of his frozen body. The weight felt obscene, pulling his center of gravity back.

Lower still, Alan felt the worst betrayal yet. His cock, still impressive just moments ago, began to shrink. It drew inward, shrinking smaller and smaller while his balls pulled up tight and followed suit. The skin folded and reshaped itself, forming a neat, puffy slit with a small, visible clit at the top. The sensation was intimate and horrifying at the same time, every nerve ending rewriting itself at the top of his new, packaged pussy.

The changes continued as his legs slimmed, his thighs softening while his calves toned into sleek, feminine lines. His feet shrank, toes shortening until they looked delicate. Every hair below his eyebrows vanished into a soft wave, leaving his skin smooth, sensitive, and totally hairless. His eyebrows arched and thinned into perfect feminine curves. His fingernails lengthened, shaping into elegant ovals that tinted themselves a soft pink. His new, plump lips gained a permanent natural gloss, shiny and inviting even without makeup.

Alan thought the process would never end, his entire body altering itself at the whim of his friend. Eventually, the changes settled down, and Nate finally stepped back, breathing hard. He walked away before dragging a full-length mirror from his bedroom into the living room, positioning it directly in front of Alan’s frozen form.

The new blonde’s eyes locked onto the reflection, and his mind reeled in fascination and horror. He didn’t just look like a woman. He looked like a teenage boy’s ultimate wet dream fantasy—tiny waist, massive fake tits, huge ass, golden blonde hair cascading down his back, plump, glossy lips, wide, innocent eyes. The body was pure porn-star perfection, every curve exaggerated and impossible to ignore. He even found himself getting a little turned on by the sight of himself in the mirror.

Nate tapped the screen of his phone one final time, and the freeze released.

Alan staggered forward a step. He wasted no time on going straight for the jugular, his new pouty lips parting with the words burning in his throat.

“Nate, what the fuck did you do to me? I’ve changed my mind—this is insane, turn this shit off before—”

However, the sound that actually came out of his pretty mouth stopped him dead.

“Like, oh my gawd, Nate, what the actual heck did you just do to me? This is, like, totally not okay!”

The voice was high-pitched, breathy, and dripping with an exaggerated valley-girl inflection — every word lilting upward at the end like a question, sugary and feminine in a way that made Alan’s stomach drop. It sounded nothing like him. It sounded like some bubbly blonde airhead from a teen movie.

His eyes widened in pure horror, and he clapped both hands over his plump, glossy lips. However, the damage was done; his voice had already betrayed him.

Nate watched his angry, transformed friend carefully. “I told my parents my girlfriend was from Southern California and that she was this ultra-girly girl. As I said, I went a little overboard with the description.”

Alan tried to snarl a response in fury, but what came out instead was pure sugar. “Like, what the actual heck is wrong with my voice? You totally have to fix it right now, you big silly!”

He stomped one foot, the motion making his huge, naked breasts bounce heavily. He couldn’t even cuss anymore, and the pout that formed on his lips was automatically and ridiculously petulant. The feminized man could feel the frustration boiling up inside him as his mouth refused to cooperate.

Nate rubbed the back of his neck, as if he were nervous to explain the rest of the changes. “Well, the nanobots kinda installed some training files in your brain to help you along for the week,” he stammered through his explanation. “We didn’t have time for you to learn how to act like a woman manually, so those files handle the basics for you. They’ll make things a lot easier for you, I promise.”

Alan tried to protest again. “I don’t want any damn robots messing with my head!”

However, the words that left his mouth were: “Like, I don’t want any of those silly little robots messing with my pretty little head! That’s, like, totally not fair!”

He froze, hearing the ditsy lilt in his own voice. His manicured hands flew to his cheeks as a bright blush spread across them. The reaction felt completely natural, as if a part of his mind was on autopilot.

“If you let the training files take care of everything, this week will fly by,” Nate said as he offered a small, guilty smile. “For example, you look beautiful, by the way.”

The compliment hit Alan like a spark. Heat flooded his face instantly. Before he could stop himself, he found his glossy lips curving into a shy smile as he twirled a strand of blonde hair around one finger.

“Aww, like, thank you so much, cutie! That totally means a lot coming from a sexy hunk like you!”

Alan’s own words made his eyes widen in fresh horror. He had just thanked Nate for calling him beautiful, and he had sounded genuinely flattered doing it. “Oh my gawd,” he exclaimed.

Nate cleared his throat, moving the conversation on. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to share the same bed once my parents arrive tomorrow morning, but you can use the guest bedroom tonight while you get used to everything. Why don’t you head off and get a good night’s sleep?”

The feminized blonde wanted to snap back angrily, to continue the argument, but he was terrified of what his newly translated voice would say. The best thing for him to do was to get away from his supposed friend. “Like, this isn’t over, Nate!” he chimed up in a sweet, sultry tone. “You can’t just do this to a girl and expect her to be, like, all okay with it!”

He spun on his heel, his golden hair swinging dramatically behind him, huge, naked breasts bouncing with the motion. The sway in his hips felt completely natural as he stormed toward the spare room, desperate to get out of Nate’s sight before he said something he’d regret. The door slammed behind him with more force than his small new frame should have been able to manage.

Nate stood alone in the living room, watching the door slam shut. He allowed himself the smallest of grins. He did feel for his friend, but he found himself looking forward to seeing how the rest of the week would pan out, and he absently wondered how Alan would react to the rest of his unrealized mental changes.

❖

The following morning, morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the guest bedroom, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Alan stirred slowly, his mind foggy and vision still blurry from sleep, the events of the previous evening feeling like some distant, half-remembered dream. A strange shift on his chest pulled him fully awake. A heavy, rounded weight moved with every breath, pressing against the mattress in a way that sent an immediate jolt of wrongness through his body. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up fast, his long blonde hair tumbling over his shoulders in a messy cascade.

As the memories of the previous night flowed back into the forefront of his mind, the transformed man reached down instinctively to where his cock should have been. His fingers brushed smooth, warm skin and then found the subtly wet, tidy slut of a vagina instead. The touch was electric, intimate in a way that made his stomach twist. He yanked his hand away as if it burned, his heart beating at the speed of light. This was real. The nanobots, the transformation, the voice—everything Nate had done to him last night was real. Fury boiled up hot and immediate deep within his chest. The new blonde wasn’t going to let that nerd get away with this for one more second.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his new small feet hitting the carpet. The motion made his new assets sway heavily, the buoyant 32F-cups pulling at his chest with the sudden movement. He stood up, still entirely naked, and marched straight into the en suite bathroom of the guest room. He turned the shower on, waiting for it to heat up before placing himself under the spray. The warm water from the shower head felt far too sensual as it cascaded over his new skin, sliding down the exaggerated curves of his body like a lover’s hand. It traced the deep valley of his tits, ran in rivulets over the tiny waist, and pooled at the plump swell of his ass before dripping between his thighs to tease the sensitive folds hidden there. Every drop heightened the betrayal of his body, the way it responded with soft shivers and unwelcome heat. He scrubbed quickly, trying to ignore how good the water felt on his smooth, hairless legs and the way his nipples tightened under the spray.

Alan shut off the water and reached for a thick towel, patting himself dry with careful strokes that lingered a little longer than necessary on the smooth curves of his new body. The towel felt soft against his skin as he worked it over his shoulders, down the swell of his breasts, and along the narrow dip of his waist. He wrapped another towel around his long blonde hair, twisting it neatly on top of his head to keep the damp strands out of the way.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he moved back into the guest bedroom and sat down at the vanity table with the body towel still wrapped securely around his torso and the hair towel still twisted on top of his head. He picked up the makeup bag on the table and gently began working on his face. Foundation went on first in smooth, even strokes, blending perfectly over his softer features. He added a touch of blush to the apples of his cheeks for a fresh glow, then carefully lined his eyes with a soft pencil before sweeping mascara to lengthen the already dramatic lashes. A glossy pink lipstick completed the look, making his plump lips shine invitingly.

Alan stood up and moved over to the closet, letting the body towel drop to the floor without a second thought. He reached for the clothes that were waiting for him and got dressed in a calm, practiced way. First came the sexy red halter-top with the words ‘#1 Girlfriend’ scrawled across the front in bold white letters. The fabric hugged his massive breasts perfectly, the halter straps tying behind his neck and leaving his midriff completely exposed. The lack of a bra meant his stiffened nipples protruded visibly against the fabric of the top. Next, the blonde stepped into the short pleated black skirt, zipping it up so it sat high on his wide hips and barely covered the tops of his thighs. He rolled the black fishnet stockings up his slim legs, smoothing them carefully into place, then slipped his small feet into a pair of 4-inch black patent stilettos. The heels clicked softly against the floor as he adjusted the straps. The lack of any form of underwear never occurred to the transformed man as he got dressed.

Finally, he unwrapped the hair towel, brushed through the damp blonde waves with long, even strokes, and sprayed them generously with hairspray until the locks set into perfect, loose, wavy curls that framed his face and tumbled down his back.

Now fully ready, Alan turned toward the mirror mounted on the back of the closet door to give himself one last check. The reflection that stared back stopped him cold. A breathtaking blonde bombshell looked out of him—long, wavy golden hair cascading in perfect loose curls down her back, framing a soft, heart-shaped face with wide, innocent blue eyes framed by thick lashes. High cheekbones caught the light; a small, upturned nose gave her an adorable, doll-like quality; and those big, glossy pink lips formed a permanent pout that screamed for attention. The sex red top clung to her spherical F-cup breasts, the bold white ‘#1 Girlfriend’ text stretched tight across the buoyant curves, her midriff completely bare to show off her tiny waist. The short skirt flared out over the woman’s wide hips and a plump bubble butt, while black fishnet stockings hugged her slim legs down to the 4-inch black stiletto heels that made her calves flex and her posture arch just enough to push her chest forward even more. Every inch of her screamed sex—impossibly perky, impossibly fake, impossibly hot.

What the hell did I just do? Alan wondered in disgust and horror. Why did I dress like that, and why the fuck did it feel so natural? That bastard, Nate, had questions to answer, and Alan wasn’t going to wait to hear him out.

Alan turned sharply for the door, the tall stilettos forcing a natural, rolling sway into his hips every time he tottered forward. The short skirt swished against his thighs, and the top kept his massive breasts displayed noticeably as he moved down the hallway. The sensation was mortifying, but his body seemed to know exactly how to walk in heels without missing a beat.

As he reached the kitchen doorway, he heard low, muffled voices and stopped cold, one hand instinctively pressing against the frame for balance. His stomach dropped. Nate was in there, sure, but he was not alone. Sitting on the kitchen barstools were Nate’s mom and dad. Richard Prescott was a tall, distinguished man in his late fifties with neatly combed silver hair and sharp, intelligent features. Beside him sat Linda Prescott, an elegant woman with soft brown curls framing a warm, friendly face and kind eyes. The lack of wrinkles on her face told the world that she wasn’t ready to age just yet and was using science to ensure she kept her youthful appearance for just a little longer.

Nate looked up at the sound of heels clicking on the tile and broke into a wide, relieved smile the moment he saw his transformed friend. He crossed the room in three quick strides, placed his hands affectionately on Alan’s bare shoulders, and gently guided him further into the kitchen like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Mom, Dad,” he said nervously, “this is my girlfriend, Amber.”

Amber? The words hit like a slap. This was too much. Alan didn’t care that the asshole had saved his life, or that he had promised to do this for him. This was too far and too humiliating, and he wasn’t going to play the part of this nerd’s ultra-feminine girlfriend. She was way out of his league, anyway, Alan thought to himself. Inside his head, the transformed blonde was already screaming the refusal, ready to rip the whole charade apart right there in front of everyone.

However, instead of biting back, the shorter, feminized man found himself stepping forward and leaning in for a warm hug toward Nate’s dad, wrapping his arms around the older man with a bright, bubbly smile.

“Like, hi there! It’s so totally nice to finally meet you both!” he chirped in that humiliating voice he had discovered yesterday. He pulled back and immediately turned to Linda, giving her the same enthusiastic hug. “I’m Amber! Nate has told me, like, so much about you guys!” Alan was seething inside, but he didn’t seem to have any control over his body. Any action he made that went against acting like the perfect girlfriend in front of Nate’s parents was overwritten.

Linda pulled back with a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling. “Wow, I love your bubbly personality, Amber. We are going to get on like a house on fire.” She glanced down at his hands and gave a little gasp of approval. “And I adore your nails! That shade is just darling.”

The blonde cringed at the girly-girl talk. He had always been a man’s man: beer, sport, and women. He would happily pay to keep his casual girlfriends pretty at some salon, but he always zoned out the moment they spoke to him about the experience. This was different, however. He found himself gushing instantly, twirling one hand so the light caught the soft pink polish of the long nails. “Aww, like, thank you so much! I got them done at this adorable little salon just down the road. The color is totally my favorite right now!”

The words escaping his airy mouth made him want to throw up, but nothing on the external facade of his transformed body gave any sign of discomfort. Richard walked over to Nate and nudged his shoulder, giving his son a silent, approving wink that clearly said he thought his boy had lucked out with this one.

Linda clapped her hands together lightly. “Why don’t you and I sit in the living room, Amber? We can have a proper girl-to-girl chat while the boys catch up and clean up the kitchen.”

Alan felt his head nodding before he could stop it. “Like, that sounds totally perfect! Lead the way, Linda!”

The two women headed into the living room, Alan trapped inside his mind, unable to act like anything other than Nate’s bubbly girlfriend. “I love your top, by the way, and from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not wrong,” he heard the older woman say as they made their way over to the sofa.

The two men remained in the kitchen. Richard looked at Nate with raised eyebrows and a low chuckle. “So, son, how the hell did you pull that one off?”

Nate silently blushed, unable to remove the wide grin spread across his face. That device had worked perfectly, and his parents were buying every moment. They were only here for four and a half more days, and then he could release his friend and declare his debt paid. However, the nerdy man was starting to think he could relax and enjoy the week while it lasted. Having a girlfriend felt good, after all.

❖

Laughter filled the air of the small local coffee shop, warm and easy like it had been going on for hours. The place was cozy, with mismatched wooden tables and the rich aroma of fresh espresso drifting through the area. Alan sat tucked into the corner booth beside Nate, his long golden waves flowing over one shoulder as he leaned in close.

“You are totally right, Linda. He does have, like, those cute little dimples when he’s embarrassed,” Alan exclaimed, his voice high and bubbly as he reached over and affectionately cupped Nate’s chin, tilting the man’s face toward the table so everyone could see.

Nate blushed instantly, the color rising fast across his cheeks, but there was a secret spark in his eyes. He secretly enjoyed the attention and affection he was getting from a beautiful woman, even if that woman was his best friend in disguise. The warmth of Alan’s transformed fingers on his skin felt surprisingly nice, and for a brief second, Nate allowed himself to lean into the touch before pulling back with an awkward laugh.

The morning back at Nate’s place had set the tone for all of this. After the parents arrived and the initial introductions were out of the way, Alan had managed to separate from them for a few minutes. He had dragged Nate into the bedroom the second the older couple stepped into the guest room to unpack. The moment the door clicked shut, and they were no longer in the same space as Richard and Linda, the perfect girlfriend act dropped completely. Alan regained full control of his body again, even if the words still came out in that humiliating valley-girl lilt.

“Like, what the actual heck did you do to me?” he had hissed, unable to cuss properly, his hands planted on his tiny waist. “I totally can’t even do what I want without, like, something making me do something else!”

Nate had rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty. “Well, I sent instructions to your brain to keep up the act whenever my parents are close. That way, you won’t have to worry about slipping up and blowing the entire charade over one misspoken word. It’s for your benefit, too. Doesn’t it make it so much easier for you?”

Alan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nate had sabotaged his mind and was actually framing the situation as though it was to benefit the blonde. “My benefit? Like, you turned me into your fake bimbo girlfriend, and now you’re totally controlling my brain like some remote-control toy!”

The second they stepped back into the living room with the parents, the switch flipped again. The bubbly smile returned, the sway in the hips came naturally, and the giggles and vapid personality took over as though it had always been there.

Back at the coffee shop, Richard leaned forward with a friendly smile, stirring sugar into his coffee. “So, Amber, tell us a little about yourself. What are you all about? How was life growing up in California?”

Alan sat nervously, temporarily frozen in place. He hadn’t rehearsed a background story and had no idea how to respond to that. His mind scrambled for something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. He opened his mouth, ready to panic, when Nate chimed in smoothly, sliding an arm around the transformed man’s shoulder and pulling him close.

“Oh, Amber grew up in Woodland Hills, up in northern LA,” Nate said, giving Alan’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “But she moved out here to study cosmetology at beauty school. She’s got the best eye for hair and makeup I’ve ever seen.”

Linda’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. She set her latte down and leaned in. “Beauty school? I love it. That sounds so exciting! How is it going? Are you loving every minute of it?”

Alan stuttered for a moment, his mind blank. “Uhmm, like…” he cooed out in his sensual, feminine tone, unsure of what to say.

Nate jumped in again, holding his fake girlfriend even closer, his hand resting comfortably on Alan’s exposed midriff. “She’s too embarrassed to tell people, but Amber actually dropped out last semester. She kept showing up late to classes and just struggled to keep up with all the material. It was a lot, you know?”

There was a brief silence around the table. Alan’s stomach twisted. He hated being painted as some flaky, attention-deficient blonde, but his face stayed locked in a sweet, grateful smile.

Linda reached across the table and placed her hands gently over Alan’s manicured fingers. Her voice was warm and motherly. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you worry one bit. There is a life plan out there for everybody. You just haven’t found yours yet, and that’s perfectly okay.”

Alan internally despised every word of what the woman said, the way it reduced him to some ditzy girl who couldn’t handle basic responsibilities. Why did Nate have to make him out to be such a vapid ditz? However, outwardly he beamed, squeezing Linda’s hands back. “Like, thank you so much, Linda. That means, like, everything to hear that.”

Richard nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m sure you’ll find something more your speed soon enough, doll. Actually, I have some contacts in the area who are always looking for pleasant secretaries. Bright, friendly girls who know how to keep things organized. I could make a few calls for you if you’d like.”

Alan internally rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might fall out. The idea of being some chauvinist asshole’s secretary made his skin crawl. If they weren’t looking for assistants because of their sharp intelligence, then they were only going to hire him for eye candy, and that made the new blonde feel dirty all over. Fortunately, he would be back in his masculine body in just a few days, so none of it mattered. He kept the bubbly smile plastered on his face. “Like, oh my gawd, that would be totally amazing! Thank you so much, Richard.”

Linda clapped her hands with delight. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, Amber. This has been such a delight. I’d love to go out for a nice family meal tomorrow night. It would give us all a chance to dress up a little.” She turned to Alan with sparkling eyes. “And you and I could go shopping tomorrow to find you a nice dress for the dinner, my treat. What do you think, Amber?”

Alan couldn’t think of anything worse than spending an entire afternoon with this woman, shopping for girly outfits while pretending to be the most brain-dead woman in the world. The thought made him want to scream. But the words that left his glossy lips were pure sunshine. “Like, oh my gawd, Linda, that sounds totally perfect! I’d love to go shopping with you!”

Nate couldn’t hide the smile across his face, clearly impressed with how well his “girlfriend” was handling the situation, whether his friend intended to act that way or not. “Well, that’s settled then. We’ll go out for dinner tomorrow night.”

The group murmured in happy agreement, cups clinking as they toasted the plan. Alan kept the bright, bubbly smile locked on his face the entire time, laughing at the right moments and nodding along like the perfect doting girlfriend. Inside, however, he seethed at the fresh layer of humiliation piling on top of everything else. Another day of playing dress-up and pretending to be Nate’s brainless arm candy. He counted down the hours until he could rip this nightmare off and go back to being himself.

The coffee shop laughter continued around them, warm and light, while Alan sat trapped in the middle of it all, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world.

❖

The following day, Linda beamed as she and Alan stepped out of yet another boutique, her voice bright and full of excitement. “Oh, Amber, I just loved those cute heels on you. They make your legs look endless. I can’t wait to see my boy’s face when you’re wearing the entire ensemble tonight. He won’t know what hit him.”

Alan’s shoulders ached under the weight of a dozen glossy shopping bags dangling from his manicured fingers. The afternoon had dragged on for hours, though to him it felt like a lifetime of pure hell. Every few steps, another store seemed to catch Linda’s eye, and she would tug him inside with a delighted laugh, insisting they just had to look. They had picked out the dress for the evening long ago—a daring pink little number that hugged every curve and left almost nothing to the imagination—but that had only been the beginning. Heels in various styles, lacy lingerie sets that made the transformed blonde’s stomach twist, cute t-shirts with flirty slogans, short skirts that barely skimmed his thighs, tiny shorts that would give him a wedgie with each step, and one silky bedroom number so sheer and revealing it had sent a hot flush across his cheeks the moment Linda held it up. Every item had been added to the growing pile while his bubbly facade stayed perfectly in place, giggling and clapping like the eager girlfriend he was forced to be.

He tottered along the wide mall corridor, wearing a low-cut, tight-fitting yellow sundress and matching patent yellow stiletto heels. Alan’s arms burned, but the smile on his glossy lips never faltered.

A sharp wolf whistle sliced through the busy corridor from two young guys leaning against a railing up ahead. Alan’s body reacted before his brain could stop it. He felt repulsed the moment he realized the sound was aimed toward his humiliating, busty body. However, he flipped his long blonde waves over his shoulder and shot them both a playful wink, his lashes fluttering just enough to make the gesture land perfectly as he puckered an invisible kiss in their direction.

Linda chuckled and shook her head, linking her arm through Alan’s free one with easy affection. “You are such a tease, Amber. You’re going to give my poor son a heart attack one of these days if you keep carrying on like that.”

Alan felt a fresh wave of sickness roll through his stomach at what his body had just done so automatically. It had felt completely natural around Nate’s mom, and that only made the whole thing worse. He forced another bright giggle anyway. “Like, oh my gawd, Linda, don’t worry; I totally only have eyes for Nate. My sweet little genius is the only guy who gets this girl all hot and bothered.”

They kept strolling, the bags swinging against the scantily clad blonde’s thighs as they marched. A colorful smoothie stall came into view, its bright fruit signs catching Linda’s eye. She slowed and pointed with a warm smile. “Why don’t we stop for a quick drink before we head home? All this shopping has left me parched, and it’s my treat.”

Alan nodded eagerly on the outside, even though his mind raced for him to get home as quickly as possible. “That sounds, like, totally amazing right now. I could so use something cold and sweet.”

They ordered fast, a strawberry-banana for Linda and a bright pink mango-passionfruit blend for the undercover girlfriend, and carried their cups to a small table near the edge of the walkway. The moment they sat down, Linda leaned in with that same curious, motherly sparkle in her eyes.

“Let’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you, Amber, and please don’t take this the wrong way,” she started, piquing Alan’s curiosity. “But what exactly do you see in my son? Don’t get me wrong, I love Nate with all my heart, but you’re not exactly the type of woman I ever pictured him ending up with. Honestly, when he first told us about you, I thought he might have made you up just to get us off his back.”

Alan internally agreed with every single word. Nate had gone completely overboard with the transformation, turning him into this exaggerated fantasy no real woman could ever live up to. It was preposterous to believe that the woman Alan had transformed into would choose Nate over the multitude of men she’d be able to pick from.

However, the blonde outwardly giggled, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink as he twirled a lock of golden hair around one manicured finger. “Like, where do I even start? Nate has the cutest little dimples when he smiles, and those eyes behind his glasses just totally melt me every single time,” he said with a bubbly flourish. “He’s smart, too, always tinkering with gadgets and, like, explaining things to me in a way that makes me feel special even when I don’t, like, understand half of it.”

The gushing made the transformed man want to puke, but he wasn’t done yet. “And his personality? He’s, like, gentle and totally thoughtful, and he remembers the tiniest details about what I like, like how I take my coffee or that I secretly love when he surprises me with flowers or sexy underwear. But the best part is totally how good he is in bed. Like, he knows exactly how to touch me, running his hands all over my body until I’m, like, practically begging, then he…”

Linda burst out laughing and waved her hands in front of her face, her cheeks turning pink. “Okay, okay, that’s enough!” she joked. “I don’t need the full play-by-play, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re happy. And you’ve certainly made my son happier than I’ve seen him in years.”

As the conversation settled down, Alan took a long sip of his smoothie through the straw, the cold sweetness sliding down his throat as his mind screamed in silent horror at the words that had just poured out of him. What the hell did that nerd do to his mind? Before he could recover, a large, muscly man in a tight white vest approached the table. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick arms covered in dark swirling tattoos, tanned skin that looked like it had spent hours in the sun, and a confident grin that showed perfect white teeth.

“Hey there,” the man said, his voice even deeper and smoother than Alan’s used to be as he looked directly at the transformed blonde. “I thought I saw you looking my way from across the mall earlier. You’re stunning, babe. I’d love to take you out sometime, maybe grab dinner or hit the club.”

Alan shuddered. He was always a smooth talker, but even he never had the confidence of this guy. It made him sick. However, what made him more alarmed was a soft tingling along his crotch that he had never felt before. He found himself flipping his hair again, tilting his head with a flirty little smile even as the words left his mouth. “Like, oh my gawd, that’s so sweet, but I already have a boyfriend.”

The man chuckled, leaning one hand on the table, letting his eyes drift appreciatively over Alan’s busty figure, completely ignoring the older woman beside him. “You look like a woman who can handle two situationships at once. Come on, just one drink. I promise I’ll make it worth your time.”

Alan was shocked. He would never have continued pursuing a woman after she declared that she already had a boyfriend. This man was disgusting, but why did it make his new crotch absently twitch? Still, the blonde kept the playful tone going, batting his eyelashes even while horror clawed at Alan’s inside. “As tempting as that sounds, cutie, I’m, like, really happy with just the one. But thanks anyway.”

The stranger chuckled before pulling out a torn piece of receipt paper from his pocket, scribbling his number on it, and sliding it across the table. “Okay, babe, I can take a hint. Call me if you ever change your mind.” He gave a wink and strolled away, high-fiving his buddy who had been waiting a few steps back.

Alan giggled again until the man was out of sight, then rolled his eyes hard and ripped the paper into tiny pieces, tossing them behind him without a second thought.

Linda’s grin widened as she chuckled softly, taking another sip of her smoothie. “You really are dangerous, Amber,” she told her son’s girlfriend. “Dangerous in the best possible way.”

❖

Nate and his father stood outside Mirano’s, the top Italian restaurant in town, under the soft glow of the entrance lights. Both men wore crisp buttoned-up shirts and smart pants, the kind of outfit that made them look like they belonged in a place this exclusive. Nate kept tapping his fingers against the side of his thigh, eyes flicking toward the street every few seconds.

“How much longer are they going to be?” he asked, his voice tight with worry.

Richard Prescott let out a deep laugh and clapped his son on the shoulder. “Calm down, son. They’ll be here soon enough. You know how women are when they’re getting ready.” He shook his head jokingly at his son, putting the nerves down to young love.

Nate forced a smile, but inside his stomach twisted. He had been nervous ever since Alan left with his mother that afternoon. Without Nate there to steer the conversation or control the environment, he had no idea if the device would keep working perfectly. It was still just a prototype, after all. One wrong word, one slip in behavior, and the whole week could come crashing down. The nerdy young man shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying not to let it show.

The sound of a taxi pulling up cut through the bespectacled man’s thoughts, and Nate rushed toward the car. Linda stepped out first in an elegant knee-length red dress that flowed gracefully around her figure. She looked refined and happy, waving at her husband and son with a bright smile. Nate’s heart stopped as he took in the image of the second occupant sliding out of the car.

Alan stood there on the sidewalk, transformed into something that made Nate forget to breathe. His blonde hair had been teased up into soft, voluminous waves that framed his face perfectly. Smoky eyeshadow made his wide blue eyes sparkle even more, the long lashes extending for miles and giving him a wide, innocent stare that screamed seduction. Soft blush dusted his cheeks, and his big, cocksucking lips were painted a brilliant, sparkling, clear crystal pink that caught every bit of light and begged to be noticed. Silver hoop earrings dangled from his ears, swaying gently with each movement, while a slim pink choker circled his neck, small silver spikes adding just a hint of edge to the ultra-feminine look.

The dress itself was magnificent. A low-cut pink halter style clung to his body in all the right places, the neckline plunging deep enough to create a small window just below the curve of his breast, exposing the smooth, flat expanse of his navel. The fabric was cut to highlight the round, obviously fake cleavage, pushing those spherical breasts up and together so they looked ready to spill out. From behind, the back dropped dramatically all the way down to just above his plump ass, revealing the entire smooth lines of the blonde’s spine and the gentle flare of his hips. The hem stopped teasingly just above the knee, short enough to draw the eye but long enough to stay classy in public. When she saw it at the mall, Linda said that she wished she were still young enough to wear a dress like that. Alan’s chest shimmered under the streetlights, doused with the faintest layer of subtle glitter that made every breath look like it was sparkling. Semi-sheer black stockings have his slim legs a dark, silkier complexion, leading down to a pair of pink 6-inch patent stilettos with a thick 2-inch platform. Nate was amazed at how perfectly the device operated; Alan balanced on those towering heels like he had been born in them, his hips swaying naturally with every totter.

Richard stepped forward and kissed his wife on the cheek, murmuring about how beautiful she looked. Nate followed suit with his date, leaning in to press a quick peck to Alan’s inviting, glossy lips. The contact sent a little thrill through the nerd, but he kept it light.

Alan felt incredibly uncomfortable, not just from the kiss itself but from being seen like this in public, every exaggerated curve on display for anyone walking by. With Nate’s parents right there, though, his body took over. He leaned in smoothly and returned the kiss, soft and affectionate, exactly like a devoted girlfriend would.

Nate pulled back and let his eyes roam over the outfit again. “You look great, Amber,” he said, his voice warm with genuine awe.

Despite Alan mentally willing his friend to shut the hell up, the valley-girl voice spilled out in a gush. “Like, thank you so much, baby! I wanted to look perfect for you tonight.”

They all headed inside together, the group chatting lightly as they approached the host stand. After Richard recited their booking, the hostess smiled pleasantly. However, her expression faltered slightly when her eyes landed on Alan and his scantily clad body. This was an exclusive restaurant, and the worker wasn’t sure if she could allow someone in with half their tits hanging out like that. She didn’t say a word about it to the group. “Uhmm, please hold on for one moment.”

After running off to check with her boss, she returned a few moments later and motioned for the four of them to follow her, acting as though she hadn’t just rushed off in a panic. She led them to a booth deep inside the restaurant, tucked away from any windows, exactly as her manager had instructed.

Linda piped up once they were all seated. “You know, I specifically ordered a window table when I called ahead.”

The hostess offered an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. There are simply no window tables available this evening.”

The older woman glanced around at the clearly empty window tables scattered throughout the dining room, but simply nodded, not wanting to cause a fuss. “That’s perfectly fine. Thank you.”

The hostess gave a quick, relieved smile and hurried away. Their waiter appeared almost immediately, a polished young man in a crisp black vest who handed out leather-bound menus and filled their water glasses with a professional flourish.

“Good evening, everyone,” he said to the group with a faint Italian accent. “Would you care for anything from the wine list to start?”

Richard scanned the list for only a moment before pointing. “We’ll take a bottle of the 2016 Opus One for the table.”

“Excellent choice, sir,” the worker responded. “I’ll give you some time with the menus and return shortly for your orders.”

Alan sat trapped between Nate and the wall of the booth, the low-cut pink dress shifting against his skin with each breath. He stared down at the menu, his stomach growling. He had barely eaten all day and believed he could eat a horse. He couldn’t wait to order the rib-eye steak.

The waiter returned a few minutes later, pen poised over his notepad. “Have we decided?”

Richard ordered first, then Linda. Nate chose the mushroom risotto. When it came to Alan, the words left his glossy lips before he could stop them. “Like, I’ll just have the garden salad, please. Two of them, actually; I’m totally watching my weight.”

Inside, Alan screamed. He wanted the steak so badly his mouth watered at the thought, but the nanobots in his mind had other ideas. The waiter nodded politely, trying to make his peek down the blonde’s dress not look too obvious, and disappeared toward the kitchen.

When the mains arrived, Alan stared enviously at the thick, juicy rib-eye on Richard’s plate while two bowls of leafy greens sat in front of him. Even Nate’s creamy risotto looked like heaven compared to this rabbit food. He poked at a cheery tomato with his fork, forcing a bright smile every time Linda glanced his way.

After an enjoyable bite of his steak, Richard took a slow sip of the rich red wine and looked across the table at the buxom blonde. “I spoke to some of my contacts today, Amber. I have a friend who fronts a law firm right here in town. He’s in the market for a new secretary and offered to interview you next week, if you’re still interested.”

Alan felt sick as another tomato rolled down his throat. He looked at Richard, then back at Nate. He didn’t want to be anywhere near some sleazy law firm as a piece of eye candy for the men who worked there. The thought made his skin crawl. But he knew he would be back to normal by Friday, back safe in his own body, so whatever he said here wouldn’t particularly matter when next week came around. That would be Nate’s problem. He smiled widely, finding himself sounding extremely grateful. “Like, oh my gawd, Richard, that would be totally amazing! Thank you so much. I’d love the chance for an interview.”

As the conversation moved forward, Lina smiled warmly at Alan. “You know, I had such a great time today, Amber,” she said. “I’ve always wanted a daughter to gossip and go shopping with, and I’m so glad my son has finally given me someone to do that with.”

Alan shuddered inside, recalling every boring step into store after store, the endless racks of frilly clothes, the way Linda had made him twirl in front of the mirrors. Yet, as was the norm since the start of the week, the words came out appreciatively. “Like, I enjoyed it so much too, Linda! We should totally do it again sometimes. It was so much fun.”

The mains slowly disappeared from the plates, and the waiter returned with a fresh round of water and the dessert menus. Alan waved his away with a bright little laugh. “Like, no thank you! I’m totally stuffed already.” Inside, he was starving, his stomach still growling for something substantial after the sad little salads.

Nate leaned over with a playful grin and slid the tiramisu menu closer. “Come on, baby. We can share one. Just a few bites. You’ll love it.” When the single fork arrived, Nate took charge. He dug the tines into the creamy layers of coffee-soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone, then lifted the bite toward Alan’s inviting lips.

The blonde’s mouth opened automatically. The rich sweetness hit his tongue, and a soft, involuntary moan slipped out, low and breathy, like the taste had sent a spark of lightning through his body. The sound was pure pleasure, the kind a woman might make when her lover hit the perfect spot.

Nate’s grin widened at the sound, a spark of pure satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He scooped up another generous bite of the dessert and brought the fork back to Alan’s glossy lips. The undercover girlfriend opened for it without hesitation, another low, breathy moan escaping as the creamy coffee-soaked layers melted on his tongue again. The sound was soft and needy, the kind that turned heads at nearby tables.

Nate chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying every second of the performance. He reached out with his thumb and gently wiped a small smear of mascarpone from the corner of Alan’s sparkling pink mouth. The touch lingered, slow and intimate, before Nate leaned in close enough that their breaths mixed.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only Alan could hear.

Then he closed the distance and completely kissed him.

Alan’s blue eyes flew wide in pure panic. He never signed up for this. This was too far. He was built like a blonde sex doll, dressed like a slutty Barbie attention-seeker, and now he was making out with his best friend in the middle of a packed, expensive restaurant, all because he was gifted a kidney two years ago. This was too much. Every part of him screamed to shove Nate away and run.

But his body had other plans.

A soft, needy moan vibrated from the transformed blonde’s throat straight into Nate’s mouth as his huge lips parted willingly. His tongue met Nate’s without a second’s hesitation, sliding against it in slow, wet strokes that made the kiss deeper and messier. The bespectacled man’s hand slid lower, absently caressing the side of Alan’s glitter-dusted chest, his fingers brushing over the exposed upper curve of one heavy breast. The touch sent an unwelcome spark of heat straight through Alan’s new body, and he found himself leaning into it, kissing back like a woman who couldn’t get enough of her man.

Across the table, Linda and Richard exchanged warm, approving smiles. Linda reached over and squeezed her husband’s hand, clearly thrilled to see their only son finally looking happy and in love. Richard gave her a small nod, raising his glass of wine slightly in a silent toast to the young couple.

Alan was fuming inside. His heart crashed against his ribs as he struggled desperately to take back control of his own body. He screamed at his limbs to push Nate away, but they refused to obey. The nanobots had him locked down tight whenever the bastard’s parents were nearby. No matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t seem to wrestle back even an inch.

The transformed blonde resolved right then and there that there were only three days left to go. He only needed to survive three more days. Once these old hags were out of the picture, Alan would get this bastard to change him back, and then he would beat his best friend to a bloody pulp as payback for every extra layer of humiliation he was being subjected to.

The kiss finally broke with a soft, wet sound. Nate pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against his date’s, breathing a little heavier than before. His hand stayed on Alan’s chest a moment longer, giving one last gentle squeeze before sliding away.

“You taste even better with dessert on your lips, babe,” Nate murmured with an intimate kind of confidence.

Alan’s big lips curved into a wide, adoring smile even as he screamed inside. “Like, baby, you are so bad,” he giggled in that humiliating voice. “But I totally love it.”

The rest of the dessert passed in a blur of forced laughter and easy conversation. Alan sat there trapped in his own body, smiling and nodding like the perfect girlfriend while his mind counted down the days until he could finally be free. Three more days. Just three more days of this nightmare.

And then he would make Nate pay.

❖

The neighborhood bar was a far cry from the high-end Italian restaurant of the previous evening, filled with the low hum of a jukebox and the annoying thud of a nearby dartboard. Alan sat on a padded stool at a high circular table, his legs crossed in a way that made his short denim mini-skirt ride even higher up his thighs. He wore a tiny, ribbed white crop top with the word “Babe” spelled out in gold lettering across his chest, the fabric ending just below the heavy, buoyant swell of his F-cup breasts. His midriff was completely bare, showing off the impossibly narrow waist that Nate had designed for him. He teetered slightly, the cork wedges he wore making a soft sound against the metal rung of the stool.

He was counting. Three days left. If he could just make it through tonight, tomorrow, and Friday, he could finally rip that silver device off his neck and forget this humiliating week ever occurred. He took a sip of a sugary hard seltzer through a straw, his big, glossy lips forming a pout around the plastic.

Richard and Linda sat across from them, looking relaxed and happy. Nate sat beside Alan, his arm draped casually over the backrest of the blonde’s stool, his fingers occasionally brushing against the smooth skin of Alan’s shoulder.

“You know, Amber,” Linda said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smile as she set her glass of white wine down. “I have a little confession to make, and Nate is probably going to hate me for saying it.”

Nate groaned softly, though the smile remained on his face. “Mom, whatever it is, I’m sure Amber doesn’t need to hear it.” Linda always had a habit of saying exactly what was on her mind, regardless of how that affected those around her.

The older woman ignored her son, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Alan. “When Nate first called us and told us about you, Richard and I were certain he was making the whole thing up. We thought he’d finally snapped and invented some phantom girlfriend just to get us to stop badgering him about his love life.”

Alan felt a genuine jolt of amusement ripple through his mind. Of course they did, he thought bitterly. Even his own mother knows he’s a loser. The mental image of Nate frantically trying to invent a fake woman to appease his parents made Alan want to bark out a laugh, especially as the truth was closer than they thought.

“Seriously,” Linda continued, reaching over to pat Alan’s manicured hand. “Nate was never exactly what you’d call great with women. He was always so quiet, so focused on his gadgets and messing around on the internet. We were convinced he would do everything possible to stop us from visiting once we asked to meet you. So, when we actually got here and met a gorgeous, sweet girl like you, we were more than pleasantly surprised.”

Nate’s face was bright red now, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he looked at the table. “Mom, seriously, just stop.”

Alan’s internal monologue was a storm of sarcasm, but as soon as he opened his pink-glossed mouth, the training files took over. He still couldn’t seem to act like anything other than Nate’s doting girlfriend when the man’s parents were in the same room as him. The blonde let out a high-pitched, melodic giggle and leaned his head onto Nate’s shoulder, his long waves cascading over the gold print of his chest.

“Aww, like, that is totally hilarious!” he chirped, his bimbo lilt reaching a sugary peak. “But I’m, like, the lucky one, Linda! Nate is such a sexy, smart hunk. I totally don’t know what I’d do without him.”

He reached up and playfully tousled Nate’s hair, batting his thick, dark lashes at the parents. Richard chuckled, clearly enjoying his son’s discomfort. Alan, however, was seething inside. Sexy hunk? He thought to himself. Nate would probably lose an arm-wrestling contest to an eight-year-old. There’s not an ounce of muscle on the fucking nerd. Despite the contradicting thoughts, Alan couldn’t stop gently rubbing his fake boyfriend’s arm.

“Well, we’ve had a lovely time tonight,” Richard said, checking his watch and standing up. “But I think your mother and I are going to head back to your apartment. We’re a little too old for the late-night party scene, and we want to give you two lovebirds some alone time to enjoy the evening.”

Alan’s heart leaped with a sudden, desperate hope that the night’s performance was finally reaching its curtain call. He didn’t want to spend another second in this noisy dive bar, and the thought of being able to finally take off these ridiculous platform wedges and peel the denim skirt away was the only thing keeping him sane.

“Like, oh my gosh, that sounds totally perfect!” the blonde chirped, his body standing up with a practiced, fluid grace as he smoothed the denim over his wide hips. “We should totally all head back together and, like, just relax! My feet are totally killing me from all that walking, and I totally think some cozy time is exactly what we need!”

He looked at Nate, silently begging him with his eyes just to agree and end this torture. Alan had fulfilled his part of the deal for the day, and since his parents were calling it a night, he saw no reason to stay out dressed like a streetwalker for Nate’s private amusement.

Nate, however, simply smiled, and there was a subtle triumphant glint behind his glasses that made Alan’s stomach twist. He reached out and slid his hand around Alan’s tiny waist, pulling the transformed blonde firmly against his side.

“Actually, Mom, I think you’re right. I think Amber and I should stay out for a little while longer,” Nate said, his voice carrying a new, confident weight that took Alan by surprise. He absolutely hated this version of his old friend. “She’s been such a trooper all week with the move and the visit, so I think she deserves a night on the town. We’d love to spend some real alone time together tonight.”

Alan’s mind roared with a silent, furious protest. The hell we would! He screamed internally. He opened his mouth to tell Nate exactly where he could shove his “alone time,” but as he looked at Richard and Linda, the training files locked his jaw and rewrote the words before they could leave his glossy lips. He found himself nodding eagerly, a bright, vapid smile plastered across his face.

“Like, oh my gawd, baby, you are so sweet!” Alan squealed, his voice reaching a pitch that made his own ears ring. “I totally forgot how much I love to dance! You are, like, the most thoughtful boyfriend ever!”

Richard clapped his son on the shoulder, giving him an approving wink. “That’s the spirit, son. Take care of her. We’ll see you both in the morning.”

Alan watched with a mixture of mourning dread and pure rage as the parents waved one last time and disappeared through the front door of the bar. The moment the door swung shut, the artificial warmth in Alan’s expression vanished, replaced by a gold, sharp glare. He didn’t have the same level of doting compulsion now that the parents had gone, but the vocal filter remained as punishing as ever.

“Like, what the actual heck, Nate?” Alan snapped, his hands flying to his hips as he tottered in his wedges. “The deal was to, like, fool your parents! They aren’t even here anymore, so why are we totally still out in this dump? I want to go home right now!” He stomped his foot and folded his arms, unaware of how humorous his petulant pout looked to his friend.

Nate didn’t look particularly intimidated by the display. In fact, he looked like he was having the time of his life, leaning back on his stool and watching the way Alan’s massive, spherical breasts jiggled with every angry movement. He signaled to the bartender, holding up two fingers before turning back to his fuming friend.

“Calm down, Amber,” Nate said, his tone infuriatingly steady. “We told my folks that we were staying out to enjoy the night. If we head back five minutes after they leave, it raises questions we don’t need them asking. It would be too weird for them to find us back at the apartment immediately when we’re supposed to be in the ‘new lovebirds’ phase of our relationship.”

Alan growled, though the sound came out as a soft, breathy huff that made his shiny pink lips part in an inviting way. He’s enjoying this, Alan realized with a surge of genuine hatred. The little bastard is actually getting off on bossing me around.

“Like, we totally aren’t even in a phase, you big silly!” Alan chirped, his eyes visibly cringing at the ridiculous dialect he was unable to shed. “We are, like, totally done for the night! I’m totally not staying in this noisy place just to, like, sit here and look at your dorky face!”

The bartender returned, sliding two tall, vibrant neon-pink cocktails onto the table. They were garnished with oversized paper umbrellas and thick wedges of pineapple that dripped with syrup. The scent of sweet, tropical rum wafted from the glasses, and despite his rage, Alan had to admit they smelled good.

“One hour,” Nate insisted, pushing one of the drinks toward Alan’s manicured hands. “We stay for one hour, we finish these drinks, and then we go. It’s a compromise. You said you owed me anything, remember?”

Alan stared at the cocktail, then at Nate’s smug expression. Anything, he thought. I really should have specified that didn’t include becoming a six-pack-of-sequins bimbo. He grabbed the glass, his long nails clicking against the condensation, and took a deep, desperate pull from the straw. The sugar was overwhelming, but the kick of the alcohol followed close behind, spreading a dangerous warmth through his petite chest.

“Like, fine!” Alan snapped, though his voice was already beginning to lose its sharp edge as his second drink of the night hit his system. “One hour, Nate! And then we are totally, like, leaving for real!”

The night began to blur at the edges far faster than Alan anticipated. The sweet cocktails were deceptive, masking a heavy pour of rum that hit his much smaller, more delicate system with the force of a freight train. By the time he reached the bottom of the second glass, the thud of the dartboard sounded like it was happening inside his skull, and the high-pitched chatter of the bar seemed to echo from a great distance.

Nate signaled to the bartender again. Alan tried to raise a manicured hand in protest, but his fingers felt heavy and uncoordinated, his long pink nails brushing uselessly against the tabletop.

“Like, Natey,” Alan slurred, his tongue feeling three sizes too large for his mouth as the world took a slow, nauseating tilt to the left. “We gotta, like, totally go home now. I think the floor is, like, wobbling or something silly. It’s been, like, totally an hour by now, right?”

Nate didn’t check his watch. Instead, he leaned in closer, his hand sliding from the back of the stool to rest firmly against the bare skin of Alan’s back. The heat of the touch made Alan shiver, a sensation that felt far too good for a man who was currently being held hostage in a blonde woman’s body. Nate’s glasses caught the overhead glow as he offered a wide, slow grin.

“You’re right, Amber. This scene is getting a bit boring, isn’t it?” the man whispered, his voice vibrating against Alan’s ear. “But I don’t think we need to go home just yet. We should go dance at the club next door instead. They have better music and even better drinks.”

Alan immediately shook his golden-blonde head, a movement that made his vision swim and his protruding breasts bounce painfully against his chest. His internal thoughts were screaming at him to get up and walk away, but his motor skills were rapidly dissolving into a haze of strawberry rum and nanobot interference.

“N-no,” Alan stammered, his words tangling together into a messy heap of syllables. “No more dancin’… I said no-no… the music is, like, totally upside down and I need to, like, go to the sleep-place with the blankets and the thingies.”

Nate grinned and didn’t miss a beat. He stood up, wrapping an arm around Alan’s narrow waist to keep him from sliding right off the high stool. He looked down at the stumbling, incoherent blonde with an expression of mock delight.

“That’s a great idea, Amber! I knew you’d want to go to the club!” Nate exclaimed, projecting his voice just enough for the surrounding patrons to hear the happy couple. “Let’s get you on the dance floor, baby. You’re going to be the star of the show.”

Alan tried to pull away, to tell Nate that he was talking absolute nonsense, but his legs felt like they were made of overcooked noodles. He found himself leaning heavily into Nate’s side, his massive breasts pressing against his friend’s arm as he was guided toward the exit. The cool night air hit his face for only a second before the heavy, thumping bass of the club next door began to vibrate through the soles of his wedges. He felt his hips starting to sway in time with the music, an involuntary response that made him want to weep with frustration.

The last thing Alan remembered was the feeling of Nate’s hands roaming over his wide hips on a crowded dance floor, the smell of sweat and perfume clogging his nose, and the sensation of his own high-pitched, drunken giggles echoing in his throat.

Then, the darkness finally swallowed him whole.

Alan’s eyes slowly, painfully fluttered open, the light in the room feeling like a physical burn pressing against his eyeballs. A crashing ache throbbed against his skull with the intensity of a jackhammer, making him groan into the pillow. His mouth felt like it was coated in dry velvet, and his thoughts were a fragmented mess of fruity cocktails and loud, pulsing beats.

The blonde blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was in a bed—Nate’s bed—and the soft morning light filtering through the curtains told him he had blacked out for a significant portion of the night. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten home, or how the night at the club had ended. The last clear image he had was the spinning lights of the dance floor and the feeling of Nate’s breath against his neck.

A soft shift in the mattress beside him made his heart pound against his chest. He froze, gasping for air as he felt someone stir in the sheets. Slowly, Alan looked down at his own body. He was entirely naked, the cool air of the room brushing against his smooth, hairless skin.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw a pale, slender arm draped casually across his naked, buoyant bosom, the hand resting comfortably atop the heavy curve of his right F-cup breast.

Beside him, Nate let out a long, satisfied sigh in his sleep, his fingers twitching slightly against Alan’s sensitive nipple. Of course, Nate was in the bed; it was Nate’s bed.

Alan lay there, staring at the ceiling with his heart crashing against his chest, the crushing realization of his missing memories and the physical presence of his friend beside him making him want to scream. What the hell did I do last night? He wondered, his mind racing through a dozen terrifying possibilities as he remained trapped in the perfect body of a blonde bimbo girlfriend.

❖

I am going to kill him. I am going to find the biggest, heaviest object in that apartment and beat Nate Prescott into a bloody pulp when I get home! Alan’s internal thoughts were a jagged, pulsing scream that perfectly matched the insistent pounding behind his eyes. Every step he took on the sidewalk felt like a small explosion in his skull, the remnants of last night’s drinks and the blurry, missing hours at the club haunting his every movement.

He stepped through the glass doors of ‘The Azure Serenity Spa’ alongside Linda, his hips automatically swaying in a tight, bubblegum-pink velour tracksuit that hugged his exaggerated curves. The jacket was cropped high, showing off his pierced navel and tiny waist, while the low-rise pants were emblazoned with the word ‘Juicy’ in silver font across his plump, rounded ass. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a messy, high ponytail, and large designer sunglasses hid the dark circles under his wide, innocent blue eyes.

“Oh, look at you, still so fragile,” Linda teased with a playful nudge of her elbow against Alan’s arm. She had been relentless since they woke up, her voice bright and cheery in a way that felt like a serrated blade against Alan’s nerves. “You must have been really tearing up that dance floor after Richard and I left, honey. I swear, I’d give anything to have been a fly on the wall to see Amber’s legendary moves. You certainly look like you gave Nate a night he won’t forget, considering how late you two crawled into bed.”

Alan felt a hot, prickling flush crawl up his neck as the memory of waking up naked next to his soon-to-be-former-friend flashed through his mind. I don’t even know what I did. I don’t know what he did. If that nerd touched me while I was blacked out, I’ll bury him in the desert. He wanted to snarlingly tell the older woman to shut up, to go find a dark corner and rot in silence while he nursed his misery in peace.

However, as they approached the modern marble reception desk, the nanobots in his neck flared with a subtle warmth, and the vocal filter caught his rage before it could reach his glossy, pouting lips.

“Like, oh my gawd, Linda, totally stop it!” Alan chirped, his voice a breathy, high-pitched trill that made his stomach churn. He reached up and adjusted the sunglasses, offering a shy, petulant smile. “Natey is just, like, such a party animal when he wants to be, and I totally couldn’t help but keep up with my big, strong hunk of a man. But my poor little head is, like, literally about to explode like a glitter bomb.” The words tasted like tar on Alan’s tongue, and he struggled to keep his already sensitive stomach in check. The fact that the device on his neck had come up with a cutesy nickname for Nate made the pretty blonde want to cut his tongue out.

Linda chuckled, amused by the petulant display, and turned her attention to the receptionist. The woman behind the counter wore a crisp, white uniform and a professional smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She clearly didn’t enjoy the job.

“We are here for the full spa special,” Linda announced, her tone authoritative and excited. “I’ve booked the together-massage session, along with the hair and makeup package. It’s my treat for Amber here. She’s had a very long night and needs to be completely refreshed for our dinner tomorrow. We have an appointment under Prescott.”

The receptionist checked a few items on her screen and nodded toward a pair of large wooden doors. “Of course, Mrs. Prescott. Please follow the attendant to the locker rooms to change into your robes and slippers. We will begin with the shared massage suite.”

Alan followed a young woman in a sage-green tunic through a quiet corridor, his hips rocking with every step of his platform flip-flops. The interior was decorated in soft neutral tones and natural wood, creating an atmosphere that was supposedly relaxing but only made Alan feel more irate. In the locker room, he was forced to peel off the tracksuit, revealing the hyper-feminine body he had been coerced into. He slipped into a thick, white terry-cloth robe and stepped into a pair of oversized, fluffy slippers. Their size would have been too small for his man-sized feet, but looked too large now.

Linda emerged from her own stall, looking energized. “Don’t you just love this place, Amber? It’s exactly what the doctor ordered for that nasty hangover.”

The only thing I need is a cheeseburger, and for Nate to get hit by a bus, Alan thought. However, his mouth curved into a bright, vacant smile that showed off his perfect white teeth. “Like, you are totally right, Linda! This is, like, so much better than just sitting in bed and feeling like a total gross mess!”

They were led into a spacious massage suite containing two heated tables. The room was bathed in a soft, indirect flow that didn’t strain Alan’s eyes, and the air carried the faint hint of essential oils. Alan was instructed to disrobe and lie facedown on the table. He felt a deep sense of humiliation as he settled onto the padded surface, his huge breasts pressing uncomfortably against the table before he adjusted himself into the face cradle.

Soon, two therapists began their work. Alan felt a pair of warm, oil-slicked hands begin to knead the muscles of his back and shoulders. The sensation was undeniably pleasant, and despite his internal fury, he felt his body starting to relax under the expert pressure. The therapist moved lower, her hands working over the exaggerated curves of his hips and the swell of his ass, treating him with deep, professional care.

The silence of the room was broken only by the therapists’ orderly movements and the faint instrumental melody playing in the background. Alan squeezed his eyes shut as the therapist worked a thick, peppermint-scented cream into the nape of his neck, her fingers grazing the edge of the nanobot device. A strange, phantom tingle traveled down his spine, making the blonde’s toes curl under the white sheet. It was as if the device sensed someone was trying to remove it.

“I have to tell you, Amber, I’ve been looking forward to a day like this for a long time,” Linda said, her voice sounding slightly muffled from her own face cradle on the adjacent table. “Raising Nate was a wonderful experience, of course, but he was always such a serious, quiet boy. He never wanted to do anything remotely girly growing up. No matter how many times I offered, I could never get him to join me for a pedicure or even a simple shopping trip.”

That’s because he was probably too busy building gender-swapping mind-control gadgets in the basement, Linda, Alan thought savagely. This kid was likely a weirdo then, and he’s a criminal now.

“I always wanted a daughter,” the older woman continued, a note of genuine warmth in her tone. “Someone I could truly bond with over things like this—someone who understands the importance of self-care and a good blowout. I honestly feel Nate has finally given me the daughter I’ve always wanted. I’ll have to remember to thank him.”

Alan grumbled sarcastically inside his own mind, a bitter laugh echoing through his consciousness. I’m not your daughter, Linda. I’m the guy who gets all the women while your son wallows in his own self-pity. I’m a man whose supposed best friend performed a digital lobotomy on my personality, all because he gave me a kidney once. The idea of Linda thanking Nate for turning Alan into a living doll was enough to make him want to scream, yet the nanobots were already processing his external response.

“Like, wow, Linda! You are, like, totally making me cry!” Alan’s voice trilled, dripping with a sugary, emotional warmth that the transformed man found physically repulsive. He reached blindly with one hand, his long pink nails finding Linda’s hand on the edge of her table and giving it a tender squeeze. “That is, like, so special! I totally feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have, like, met you and stuff.”

I’m going to throw up, Alan thought. I’m literally holding her hand while a stranger rubs lavender oil into my fake tits. This is the seventh circle of hell. He took a deep breath. Just one more day, the blonde kept telling himself.

The massage eventually transitioned into a full-body waxing session, a part of the “special” that Alan hadn’t realized was coming. Even though the nanobots had already stripped his body of every trace of masculine hair, the aesthetician insisted on the routine. He was led to a smaller, more clinical room where he had to lie with his legs spread as the woman applied strips of warm, tacky wax to his inner thigh and bikini line.

Every time a strip was ripped away, a sharp, stinging jolt of pain traveled through his heightened nerve-endings, making him let out soft, breathy yelps. I have no hair there! Why is she doing this? It’s just ripping off the top layer of my fucking skin! Internally, he was cursing like a sailor, but externally, he just bit his full, glossy lip and giggled whenever Linda asked if he was okay.

“It’s the price of beauty, honey,” Linda said from the other side of a curtain, her own waxing session proceeding with much more stoicism. “Nate is going to appreciate how smooth you are tonight, I’m sure.”

If Nate touches me again, I’m going to smooth his brains all over the sidewalk, the transformed man thought, his jaw tightening.

The afternoon concluded with the hair and makeup package. Alan sat in a swivel chair as a stylist worked on his long, blonde waves, blow-drying them into a voluminous, bouncy style that framed his face in soft curls. Another technician applied a full face of glam makeup, emphasizing his wide, blue eyes with dark eyeliner and heavy lashes, and finished with a layer of dazzling hot pink gloss on his plump lips.

By the time they were finished, Alan looked like a different person from the hungover mess who had tottered into the building. He felt refreshed in a way that he hated to admit, his skin glowing and his headache finally receding into a dull throb, and he looked the perfect image of a party bimbo ready for another night on the town.

The stylist spun the chair around with a flourish, and Alan found himself staring at a reflection he still wasn’t used to. The makeup was heavy, giving him the appearance of an over-the-top starlet, with high-definition contouring that made his face look even softer and more delicate. His lips were a wet, glittering distraction in the center of his face, and his blonde hair had enough body to make his small frame seem even more petite by comparison.

“Like, oh my gawd, I look totally snatch!” Alan squealed, his hand coming up to frame his face in a practiced gesture of vanity. Inside, he felt as if he were looking at a wax figure of an entirely different person. Snatch? Snatch?! I’m going to put a bullet in my own head if I ever use that word again when I’m back to being a man.

Linda walked over, looking equally polished, though far more conservative. She placed her hand on Alan’s shoulder and looked at him through the mirror. “You look breathtaking, Amber. Nate is a very lucky man. I hope you know how much I appreciate you for coming out with me this afternoon. It’s not every girl who would put up with her boyfriend’s mother dragging her around all day.”

Alan stood up and moved back to the locker room to change out of the robe. He stepped back into the pink velour tracksuit, the fabric tightening over his wide, waxed hips, and the word ‘Juicy’ stretched across his backside. His hair puffed back out perfectly after he fit his head through the hoodie, and he stepped back into the tall-heeled flip-flops, ready to finally get out of this place.

As they walked toward the front exit, passing the marble reception one last time, Linda took a deep breath. “I meant what I said earlier, you know, about the daughter I always wanted. This week has been a dream come true for me. I feel like we’ve really become close.”

Alan felt the surge of the training files once more, the irresistible pull of the doting, grateful persona Nate had programmed into his skull. He couldn’t help himself. He turned to Linda and wrapped his arms around her in a tight, feminine hug, his big, fake breasts pressing firmly against her as he squeezed with genuine strength. He buried his face in her shoulder for a moment, the picture of a devoted young woman.

“Aww, Linda, like, thank you so much for the best day out ever!” Alan chirped, his voice vibrating with a high-pitched, bubbly enthusiasm that sounded disturbingly sincere. “You are, like, totally my favorite person right now! I feel, like, so special that I get to be the girl Nate brings home to you!”

Kill me. Just kill me now, Alan thought as he pulled back and offered a dazzling, glossy-lipped smile. He linked arms with Linda and walked out into the afternoon air, his hips tottering and his mind already planning the slow, painful demise of Nate Prescott. He had survived the spa and another day in this torture. Just one more day, he told himself one more time.

❖

Friday evening had finally arrived, and for Alan, it couldn’t end fast enough. The four of them were seated at a circular table draped in heavy white linen at The Texan Bull, an upscale steakhouse that catered to a wealthy clientele. Richard and Linda were already deep into their main courses, their faces glowing with the satisfaction of a good meal and a great week.

I am going to eat Nate’s liver with a side of fava beans the second I get out of this body, Alan thought savagely. He stared down at the bowl in front of him, which contained a sad, uninspiring Caesar salad. The lettuce and parmesan looked unappetizing, and the dressing did nothing to enhance the flavor, especially compared to the food beside him. The blonde glanced to his right, where a thick, juicy sirloin steak sat on Nate’s plate, the meat perfectly seared and glistening.

Alan’s stomach let out a low, desperate growl that he hoped was masked by the ambient noise of the restaurant. He was famished, having not had a proper red-blooded meal in almost a week. When the waiter had arrived to take their order, Alan’s mind had been ready to call for the biggest ribeye on the menu, but the moment Nate had leaned in and suggested the salad would be “better for her figure,” Alan found himself nodding with a wide, vapid smile.

“Like, a salad sounds totally perfect, babe,” he had chirped, the words feeling like a betrayal of his very soul.

He took a tiny, delicate bite of a crouton, forcing himself to chew slowly. Just a few more hours, he reminded himself. Once they leave for the airport, the week is over. I’ll get Nate to flip the switch, and then I’m going to spend the next month figuring out a revenge so thorough he’ll wish he left me to die on that operating table.

“Oh, Amber, I just can’t get over how much fun we had yesterday,” Linda said, dabbing her lips with a silk napkin. She looked over at Alan with a warm smile. “The spa was exactly what we needed. I’d love to make it a tradition every time we come down to visit you two.”

Alan felt the familiar surge of the training files, his posture softening as he leaned toward the older woman. “Aww, Linda, like, I would totally love that!” he gushed, his silly voice vibrating with forced excitement. “It was, like, the bestest girl time ever! I’m totally going to miss you so much when you leave!”

Nate took a slow, deliberate bite of his steak, chewing with a smirk that Alan wanted to wipe away with a tire iron. “Amber looked so gorgeous when you two came back home yesterday,” the young man chimed in, his eyes roaming over Alan’s form. “I loved that makeup look from the salon so much that I told her she just had to recreate it for our big dinner tonight. Didn’t she do a great job, Mom?”

Alan felt a wave of cold fury wash over him. I spent a fucking hour and a half in front of that mirror. I watched my own stupid fucking hands move like they belonged to someone else, applying layers of foundation and paint like I was some kind of doll. The memory was a blur of involuntary movements; his body had gone into a terrifying autopilot the moment Nate made the suggestion back in the apartment.

Tonight, Alan was dressed in a tightly-fitted black bandage dress that squeezed his narrow waist and pushed his round F-cup breasts up toward a dangerously low neckline. The fabric was dense and unyielding, highlighting every curve of his transformed hips and the round shape of his bubble butt. His long blonde hair was styled into the same voluminous, bouncy curls from the spa, framing a face decorated with smoky eyeshadow and dramatic, sweeping lashes. His plump lips were coated in a thick, hot pink gloss that made them look wet and constantly inviting. Around his neck, a gold chain sat on his chest, drawing attention to his delicate collarbone.

“Like, I’ll do anything for my hunky boyfriend!” Alan chirped, leaning his head affectionately against Nate’s shoulder. He could feel the heat radiating from Nate’s arm, and it made him want to recoil, but he stayed pinned there, acting the part of the obsessed, loving arm-candy.

Richard let out a hearty chuckle, setting his wine glass down with a clink. He looked at his son, his eyes crinkling with a mischievous glint. “I have to say, Nate. I’m still a bit shocked. Growing up, I really thought you were going to end up married to your computer. You were always so much more comfortable in front of a screen than talking to a lady. I used to tell your mother I wasn’t sure you’d ever find a girl who could put up with all your boring tech talk.”

Nate’s cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red as he looked down at his plate. “Dad, come on. That’s not true,” he said defensively.

Oh, it’s absolutely true, Alan thought, a rare spark of genuine amusement cutting through his rage. You’re a geek who had to build a magic collar just to get a date. Your old man knows exactly what you are. However, before he could relish the small victory of Nate’s emasculation, his body reacted. Alan straightened up, his hand sliding beside him to cover Nate’s, his long pink nails contrasting against his friend’s skin.

“Like, Richard, you are being totally silly!” Alan chirped, his voice sounded offended on Nate’s behalf. “Natey is, like, all man! He’s, like, the smartest, strongest guy I’ve ever met, and he totally knows exactly how to take care of a woman.” He gave Nate’s hand a supportive squeeze, gazing at him with wide, adoring eyes despite the revulsion in his gut.

Richard chuckled smoothly at the light-hearted retort. “Jeez, Nate, how much are you paying this woman?” he teased. “But seriously, you need to put a ring on that finger before she finally sees sense.” His last comment brought a subtle jab into Richard’s side from Linda.

A heavy silence suddenly descended over the table, although Alan struggled to comprehend why. Nate stopped chewing, his fork hovering mid-air before he set it down on the edge of his plate. He didn’t look at his father. Instead, he turned his head slowly toward Alan, his gaze fixed and unreadable behind his spectacles.

What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that? Alan felt a cold prickle of unease crawl up the back of his neck, right where the silver device was nestled beneath his golden locks. The look on Nate’s face wasn’t the usual smug grin Alan had become accustomed to this week; it was something far more intense.

“Natey? Like, what is it, baby?” Alan asked, his voice far too breathy for the transformed man’s liking. He moved to pull his hand away, but Nate gripped it firmly, his thumb stroking over Alan’s long, pink manicured nails.

Nate cleared his throat, his voice coming out a little more hoarse than usual. “I wasn’t sure I was going to do this now, in front of all these people, but what the hell.”

Do what? Alan thought in a panic. Don’t do anything stupid.

Nate pushed his chair back, the sound of the legs against the floor bringing the murmur of conversation around them to a standstill. He rose from the table, then slowly descended toward the floor until he was down on one knee beside Alan’s chair. The blonde’s eyes widened; he didn’t like where this was going.

Linda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in a gesture of pure, shocked delight. Richard sat back, a satisfied and knowing grin spreading across his face as he watched his son.

“Amber,” Nate began, his voice surprisingly steady as he looked up into Alan’s wide, blue eyes. “I know it hasn’t been that long since we started living together, but this week has shown me something I‘ve known in my heart for a long time. You are the most perfect woman in the entire world, and I can’t imagine spending another single day without you by my side.”

Alan’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. No! Nate, stop this! Get back up, you fucking dweeb! He tried to pull his hand back, to stand up, to shout that he had had enough of this bullshit, but the nanobots in his neck were already firing. His body remained seated, his hand stayed firmly in Nate’s grasp, and a soft, breathy gasp escaped his glossy lips.

Nate reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. He flipped it open, revealing a diamond ring that caught the restaurant’s ambient light. The stone was huge, surrounded by smaller gems on a silver band.

“Amber Mills,” Nate said, his voice dropping into a register of solemn, nervous devotion. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to be my wife? Will you marry me?”

The world seemed to stop spinning for a moment, leaving Alan suspended in a vacuum of absolute, paralyzing horror. Wife? He just said wife. He’s proposing. His parents will be gone in a couple of hours. What the hell is he playing at? The blonde’s mind was a frantic, incoherent scream, a primal rejection that should have sent him bolting for the nearest exit. He wanted to spit in Nate’s face, to scream that there was no way in hell he would ever agree to this sick, twisted charade.

Yet the restaurant’s silence grew heavy with expectation, the patrons around the couple pausing everything they were doing to see how this moment would end. Then the device at the back of Alan’s skull delivered a surge of compliance that felt like a warm, numbing wave. He felt a single, hot tear escape his eye and roll down his cheek.

His big, hot-pink lips contorted into a wide, radiant smile that felt like it was splitting his face apart. His head began to nod with a frantic enthusiasm that he could not suppress.

“Yes! Oh my gawd, yes! Like, yes, yes of course!” Alan squealed, his high-pitched, bimbo tone filling the room with a joy that he didn’t feel.

He found himself holding his hand out, his fingers trembling with suppressed rage. Nate’s hand was steady as he took Alan’s, his fingers sliding the silver band onto Alan’s manicured finger. The ring was heavy, a cold shackle that sat firmly against the blonde’s skin. Nate rose from the floor, a look of pure joy shining on his face, and pulled the transformed man into a crushing embrace.

Alan’s face was pressed against Nate’s shoulder, his huge breasts squashed against his friend’s chest as he felt the man’s arms wrap possessively around his tiny waist. Inside, Alan was a whirlwind of black, bottomless fury, his consciousness retreating into a dark corner of his mind to avoid the reality of the touch. I am going to kill him. When we get home, and he changes me back, I will end him.

The nearby customers in the steakhouse erupted into a round of spontaneous applause, several people standing to cheer the newly engaged couple. The sound was deafening, a chorus of approvals for a lie that was spinning out of control.

Nate pulled back just enough to look into the transformed man’s eyes, his expression one of tender, sickening adoration. He leaned in and pressed a deep, lingering kiss on Alan’s glossy pink lips. Alan’s body responded with a needy moan that vibrated against his friend’s mouth, his own lips parting to accept the kiss with a hunger that made him want to vomit.

Linda was visibly moved, her eyes red and watery as she pulled a crumpled tissue from her purse and sneezed softly into it. “Oh, Richard, look at them. They’re just so perfect together.”

Richard beamed, his chest swelling with fatherly pride as he clicked his fingers to catch the attention of a nearby waiter. “A bottle of your finest champagne, please! We need to toast the happy couple!”

The waiter hurried away as Nate kept his arm firmly around Alan’s shoulders, his fingers grazing the skin of Alan’s arm. Alan sat there, the diamond ring a constant, heavy presence on his hand, while he maintained the wide, vapid smile of a bimbo who had just had all her dreams come true.

Inside, the man was already planning his revenge. Nate did this on purpose, as one final, disgusting prank, he told himself. Just a few more hours. Then, I’ll be back in my manly body, and I’ll make sure Nate pays for every poor decision he’s ever made.

❖

The front door to Nate’s apartment swung open, and the group shuffled inside, the celebratory energy of the steakhouse following them home. Alan tottered across the threshold in his six-inch stilettos, the bandage dress constricting his gait as he made a beeline for the sofa. His feet were a mess of fire and pressure, and the new diamond ring on his finger felt like it was cutting off the circulation to his entire hand.

“Oh, and the guest list!” Linda exclaimed, her voice lifting with an excitement that made Alan’s head throb. The older woman hadn’t shut up the entire drive home. “We simply must sit down and start a preliminary tally of everyone we need to invite from back home. Your Aunt Martha will be thrilled, and Richard, we have to make sure the country club remains open for the reception.”

Alan collapsed onto the cushion, his big, fake tits bouncing with the impact. I don’t care about Aunt Martha. I don’t care about the reception. In exactly ninety minutes, you two are going to be in a taxi, and I am going to be a man again. He watched the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away with a beautiful, agonizing slowness. He just had to keep the smile on his face for a little while longer.

Richard tossed his keys onto the counter and moved toward the kitchen. Linda followed him, still yapping about floral arrangements and perfect color schemes.

“Would anyone else like a final glass of wine?” the older man asked, his hand already reaching for the cupboard where the stemware was kept.

Nate checked his phone, a small frown creasing his forehead. “Actually, Dad, it’s getting pretty late. If you guys are going to make that eleven-thirty flight, we probably need to get your bags to the curb. We’d risk you being late if we start on another bottle now.”

Alan felt a surge of adrenaline, his internal self cheering at Nate’s rare moment of sensibility. Yes, exactly. Go. Get out. Don’t look back.

“Like, oh my gawd, Natey is so totally right,” Alan chirped. He stood up, his hips swaying as he smoothed the black fabric of his dress. “I would, like, totally die if you guys lost all that money by being late for your plane! It would be, like, the biggest bummer ever!”

Linda paused, standing upright in the kitchen. She exchanged a slow, meaningful look with her husband, and he offered a slow, knowing nod in return. A silent conversation passed between them, one that made the hair on the back of Alan’s neck stand up.

“What is it?” Nate asked, his eyes darting between his parents.

Linda turned back to the couple, a warm and maternal smile spreading across her face. “Well, Nate, your father and I had a little chat while we were waiting for the valet after dinner. We realized that you and Amber are so young, and you don’t know the first thing about organizing a large-scale event like a wedding.”

Alan felt a cold, sharp stab in the gut. He didn’t like the direction this conversation was heading. No. Whatever you are about to say, don’t say it.

“We decided that we simply couldn’t leave you two to handle all of it alone,” the older woman continued, her tone dripping with a helpfulness that felt like a death sentence to the transformed blonde. “So, Richard called the airline and already canceled our flight.”

The room fell silent. Alan felt as if the floor had suddenly dropped out from under his stilettos. You did what? You were supposed to leave. You have to leave.

“We’ve agreed that we are going to stay here for a month or so,” Linda announced, her eyes shimmering with delight. “Longer if necessary, of course. We want to be right here to help you plan your big day and make sure it’s the most perfect wedding for both of you. It’s the least we could do for our only son, and our favorite new daughter.”

Alan’s mind was a static-filled void of abject horror. What? No! I can’t spend another hour in this fucking body! He tried to speak, to scream, to tell them that it was a terrible idea, but his jaw felt as if it were made of lead.

Nate cleared his throat, a hesitant smile touching his lips. “Mom, Dad, that’s… well, it’s very thoughtful. Seriously. But you guys have your own lives back in Florida. I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

Linda stepped toward her son, taking his hands in hers. “It isn’t any trouble at all, Nate. It would be our absolute honor to help you two prepare for your future. We’ve been waiting for this for years.”

Nate rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes flicking to Alan for a split second. “Well, I suppose it would be okay,” he said slowly. “So long as it’s fine with Amber, of course.”

Alan wanted to roar. He wanted to scream that it was definitely not fucking okay. He wanted to tell Nate that he was done with the charade and to demand that he return to his body immediately. However, he was still in the presence of Nate’s parents, and the nanobots definitely weren’t prepared to let the blonde ruin the moment.

He felt his glossy, pink lips curl into a wide, ecstatic smile. Before he could stop himself, he was moving across the room, wrapping his arms around Linda in a crushing, enthusiastic hug.

“Like, wow, Linda! That is, like, totally the best news ever!” the transformed man gushed, his voice echoing with a high-pitched joy that made his internal self want to retch. “I was, like, totally dreading doing all this wedding stuff by myself! It’s going to be, like, so amazing to have you here to help me with everything!”

As Alan held the older woman, Richard let out a hearty laugh. “Well, that settles it then! I’m going to uncork the bubbly. We have an engagement to celebrate.”

The transformed man pulled back from the hug, his eyes narrowing at Nate as best as he could manage through the thick, dramatic lashes. He kept the smile plastered on his face, but his mind was already screaming for a confrontation.

“Natey, honey?” Alan cooed with a sugary voice. “Can I, like, totally speak with you in the bedroom for just a teeny tiny second? I have, like, so many ideas I want to share with you!”

Nate’s smirk was barely visible, but it was there. “Of course, baby. Lead the way.”

Alan turned and headed toward the bedroom, his heels tottering and his heart pounding with a black, unfiltered rage. He needed to get this off his chest, and he needed to do it now.

❖

The bedroom door clicked shut with a sharp, final sound that Alan had been waiting for since the group left the restaurant. The second the wood separated the fake couple from Richard and Linda in the other room, the mask of the adoring, ecstatic fiancée shattered. Alan didn’t even wait for Nate to speak. He marched forward, his six-inch heels clicking with an aggressive rhythm on the floorboards, and shoved Nate in the chest with every ounce of strength his petite frame could muster.

The force of the push caught Nate off guard, and he stumbled backward until the edge of the mattress hit the back of his knees. He sat down heavily on the bed, his glasses crooked on his face, but he didn’t look surprised. He just looked at Alan with a calm, expectant gaze.

“Like, what the actual heck was that dumb stunt at the restaurant, Nate?” Alan snapped, his voice still high-pitched and breathy despite being able to take on his usual personality. The blonde gestured wildly with his right hand, the massive diamond ring catching the air as he paced. “Are you, like, totally trying to humiliate me on purpose? This is, like, so not okay!”

Nate reached up and straightened his glasses, a small, dark smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I thought you liked the ring, Amber. It’s a three-carat princess cut. It cost me a lot of money.”

“I don’t care about the stupid ring!” the transformed man shouted, his face flushing a bright pink under his heavy glam makeup. “The deal was to, like, pretend to be your girlfriend until the end of the week. I fulfilled that promise! I did everything you asked! So what’s your actual problem? Why are you, like, totally dragging this out?”

The bespectacled man on the bed leaned back on his elbows, his demeanor shifting in an instant. The awkward, dorky friend Alan had known was absent from his eyes. In his place was someone colder, someone who looked at Alan with a disturbing sense of entitlement.

“You always thought you were so special, didn’t you, Alan?” Nate said, his voice dropping into a low, steady tone. “The big college football star. The ladies’ man. God’s gift to women. You always walked around like the world owed you something for just existing.”

Alan blinked, his thick, dark lashes fluttering in confusion. “Like, what the hell are you even talking about? You’re acting like a total weirdo right now.”

Nate’s eyes narrowed behind his lenses. “I’ve watched you for years. I’ve watched you walk into bars and have every woman in the room look at you like I was invisible. I’ve listened to you make fun of me, making those jokes about my ‘lack of romantic interests’ and how I was probably more comfortable alone anyway. I’m sick of being the punching bag in your life!”

“Like, stop being such a total pussy, Nate!” the blonde bit back, crossing his arms over his buoyant breasts. “It was just, like, banter and stuff! We’re friends! Friends give each other a hard time. That’s totally how it works!”

The nerdy man stood up, the movement slow and deliberate. He stepped into Alan’s space, towering over the shorter, feminized man. “Banter? My parents gave me hell for years because I wasn’t giving them the daughter-in-law they always wanted. They wanted the big wedding, the grand events, the family name to continue. And every time I got away from them, I had you there, reminding me of how much of a loser you thought I was. Do you have any idea how that makes a man feel? To be a failure in the eyes of his parents and a joke in the eyes of his friend?”

He’s actually insane. I’m in the room with an actual fucking lunatic. Alan stepped back, his heart racing. “Like, I’m totally sorry if I hurt your feelings or whatever, but you need to, like, chill out and change me back right now! This was only temporary, and I’m totally demanding that you turn me back into a man this second!”

Nate let out a sharp, dry laugh that sent a shiver down Alan’s spine. “Temporary? Alan, look at yourself. You make a far better bimbo than you ever made as a man. You’re beautiful. You’re submissive. You’re on your way to becoming the devoted wife my parents always wanted, and the girl I always deserved.”

“You’re so crazy. I’m totally not going to, like, go along with this!” Alan screamed. “Nothing you do will ever make me stay like this!”

The man didn’t look worried. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up as Nate navigated to the correct app. “You acted so perfectly in front of my parents all week, Amber. It was really impressive. But I think it’s about time we stopped playing around and helped you act just as perfectly whenever we’re alone, too. It’s time to ensure you stay in character at all times.”

The transformed blonde knew he was in trouble, his pulse hammering in his ears. “No!” he shouted, his voice reaching a terrified, high-pitched peak. He reached up, his manicured fingers clawing desperately at the back of his neck, trying to tear the silver device away. He had hoped it would pop off as easily as it was applied, but the metal wouldn’t budge. He felt his nails digging into his own skin, but he was unable to gain any leverage on the invading item.

Nate pressed a series of buttons on the app, and Alan felt a sudden tingle at the base of his skull. It wasn’t painful, but it was ominous. He felt a strange, liquid warmth spread through his limbs, and his posture shifted without his consent. His back arched, pushing his big, fake breasts forward, and his hips tilted back to accentuate the curve of his big ass. He found himself standing in a hyper-feminine, submissive pose, his hands dropping to his sides to rest daintily on his thighs.

“So, Amber,” Nate said, his voice dripping with dark, arrogant confidence as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. “How are you feeling right now?”

Alan opened his mouth to shout that he was feeling like a man who was about to commit murder, but the words were snatched from his throat before they could be formed. He felt his jaw soften and his glossy pink lips part, a soft, involuntary sigh escaping him.

“Like, oh my gawd, Natey!” the blonde chirped, his voice sounding thick with a sugary, vacant enthusiasm. “I’m totally feeling better than ever! I’m, like, so happy to be your girl, and I totally can’t wait to be fucked silly by my big, strong husband-to-be!”

Alan’s eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror. The internal scream was so loud he thought it might shatter his own skull, yet his face remained locked in a wide, sexy smile. He felt a single tear roll down his cheek, but his hands moved automatically to brush it away, his fingers then twirling a lock of golden hair with a playful, flirtatious energy. Stop it! Shut up! Nate, I’ll kill you for this!

Nate’s grin was vindictive as he reached out and grabbed Alan’s narrow waist, pulling the smaller blonde toward him. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, babe. I think it’s time we properly celebrated our engagement.” He turned Alan around and pulled the zipper of the black bandage dress down, the fabric falling to reveal the impossibly perky, rounded F-cup breasts and the smooth, hairless expanse of his back.

“Mmm, like, yes please!” the blonde’s voice purred, his head lolling back on Nate’s shoulder as his clothes were stripped away. He felt his legs being guided apart, and soon he was lying back on the mattress, his wide hips flared and his bubble butt pressing into the sheets. His internal self was clawing at the walls of his consciousness, begging for any return of control, but his body responded to Nate’s touch with a desperate, slutty eagerness. When Nate finally entered Alan’s bald pussy, the sensation was an explosion of unwanted, physical bliss that made the blonde’s back arch and his toes curl in the air.

Alan’s body welcomed the intrusion instantly, pussy clenching hot and wet around the thick shaft. “Oh my gawd, yes, fuck!” the blonde moaned, hips rolling up to take every inch while his huge breasts bounced with the motion. Nate groaned in satisfaction and began to move, slow and deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside Alan’s new orifice. The transformed man’s manicured nails dug into Nate’s shoulders, urging him deeper, his bright pink lips parted in loud, breathy cries of pleasure that filled the bedroom.

Inside, Alan’s mind was a storm of pure horror. No, no, stop! This isn’t me! I’m not moaning like a whore for you, you sick fuck! The screams tore desperately through his thoughts, but his external voice only grew filthier. “Harder, baby, like, fuck your little bimbo fiancée harder!” he gasped, legs wrapping tight around Nate’s waist as his body chased every thrust. Nate kept the pace steady and loving, hips rolling in deep, sensual circles that made Alan’s pussy flutter and drip, the wet sounds of their bodies joining in obscene and constant.

Nate leaned down, capturing one of Alan’s stiff nipples between his lips, sucking while he drove in harder, the headboard starting to knock softly against the wall. Alan’s back arched clean off the mattress, a high, slutty whine escaping him as his pussy squeezed around Nate’s member. “Yes, yes, just like that, I’m your perfect little wifey!” he squealed, golden hair fanned across the pillow, and heavy breasts jiggling with every powerful stroke.

The bespectacled man’s rhythm built steadily, each thrust growing deeper and more possessive as he buried himself to the hilt inside Alan’s dripping heat. The blonde’s body betrayed him completely, inner walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the thick cock that stretched him open. Alan’s hips bucked up to meet every stroke, his tits bouncing wildly. “Like, oh god, you’re so deep!” the blonde whimpered, his manicured nails raking down Nate’s back as his legs locked tighter around his fiancé’s waist, pulling him in even harder.

Inside Alan’s mind, the horror was unrelenting, a constant scream that tore through every thought. This isn’t happening! I’m not moaning for him! Get out of me, you twisted freak! Yet his glossy pink lips kept spilling filthier encouragement, his pussy growing slicker and hotter with every plunge. Nate groaned against Alan’s neck, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles that dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside him until the blonde’s eyes rolled back in unwanted ecstasy.

Nate suddenly slowed, leaning in close until his lips brushed the blonde’s ear. His breath was hot as he whispered. “Enjoy this moment, Amber… because we’re going to relive it every single night after you say ‘I do.’”

The words hit like a lightning strike. Alan’s body shattered. A raw, uncontrollable scream of pleasure ripped from his throat, high-pitched and desperate as his pussy convulsed violently around Nate’s cock. His back bowed sharply off the mattress, round breasts heaving while his thighs shook and his toes curled tight in the air. Wave after wave of intense orgasm crashed through him, his voice breaking into loud, broken cries that echoed through the bedroom and beyond. Alan had no idea how to escape his situation; all he knew was that he was fucked, figuratively and literally.

❖

Six Months Later

Linda let out a sharp, audible gasp, her hands flying to her chest in a gesture of pure, maternal overwhelmedness. She stood in the small, wood-paneled side room of the Grace Community Chapel, looking at the young, beautiful blonde staring back at her from a full-length mirror.

“Oh, Amber, you look absolutely breathtaking,” Linda whispered, her voice wavering with emotion. “I simply cannot believe this day is finally here. I can’t wait for everyone to see you up at that altar. You’re going to take Nathaniel’s breath away, just like you’ve taken mine.”

The older woman stepped forward and wrapped a warm arm around the blonde’s narrow, lace-covered shoulders. She pressed a quick kiss to Amber’s cheek and wished her luck one last time before slipping out of the room to take her seat.

Amber remained perfectly still, her wide blue eyes fixed on the stranger in the mirror. Two weeks ago, Nate had taken her to an upscale clinic for one final “touch-up” before the wedding, and the results were staring back at her with undeniable, artificial perfection. Her lips had been filled to an extreme degree, leaving her with a full, permanent pout that made her mouth look soft and perpetually ready for a man’s attention. The crystal pink gloss she wore only served to highlight the fullness of the tissue, making the bottom lip hang slightly.

Her long blonde hair was swept up in a glamorous, intricate updo, with several loose, curling tendrils left to frame her face and neck, drawing the eye down to the silver device that was now almost entirely hidden by the delicate lace choker. Her makeup was a masterpiece of expert application, with dark eyeliner and shimmering shadows that made her eyes appear vast and innocent, framed by luscious lashes that were long enough to brush against her thinly arched brow.

The wedding dress was a classic white, but it had been heavily modified to suit Nate’s specific, slutty tastes. The bodice was a deep, plunging V-neck that barely managed to contain the full, buoyant swell of her 34F-cup breasts, the lace panels sheer enough to hint at the dark, hardened nipples beneath. The waist was cinched so tightly it looked as though a man could snap it with two hands, leading down to a skirt that hugged her wide, flared hips and her round butt before flaring out into a modest train. A dangerously high slit ran up the left side, exposing her slim, silk-stockinged leg all the way to the mid-thigh.

I am going to chop Nate’s head off and sit it on a pike when I get out of this, Alan thought with dry, resigned sarcasm. Assuming I ever get out of this. I’m basically a high-end trophy with a pussy at this point.

The door opened, breaking Amber’s train of thought. A pretty redhead in a sage-green bridesmaid dress poked her head inside, offering a bright, nervous smile. “It’s time, Amber. They’re all waiting for you.”

Amber’s face contorted into a wide, radiant smile, her head nodding with an automatic, joyful energy. “Like, thanks, Jade. I’m totally coming right out!”

She sighed deeply, her internal self rolling its eyes as she took one last look at the blonde doll in the mirror. She lowered the sheer lace veil over her face, picked up the beautiful bouquet of white roses, and headed out of the room, tottering precariously on her white 6-inch stilettos.

The grand pipe organ began to swell with the opening notes of “Here Comes the Bride,” the sound vibrating through the floorboards and up through Amber’s arched feet. The wooden doors at the back of the chapel swung open, and the entire congregation rose to their feet as one. Alan felt the familiar hum of the nanobots at the base of his skull, forcing his shoulders back and his chin up as he began the long walk down the aisle.

At the far end, Nate stood waiting. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with a decorative white bow tie, his glasses pushed firmly up on his nose. He looked every bit the triumphant, smug genius who had successfully traded a kidney for a permanent, high-definition plaything.

As Amber reached the altar, Nate reached out, taking her hand with a grip that was far firmer than necessary. Before the priest could even begin, the bespectacled man’s other hand drifted upward, his fingers giving Amber’s barely covered left breast a firm squeeze, just because he could.

“You look gorgeous, babe,” Nate whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear it.

Get your paws off me before I put you through a fucking wall, Alan snarled in the silence of his own mind. Just wait until the honeymoon, you little nerd. I’ll figure out a way to reset this thing, cut your balls off, and then you’ll be the one wearing this fucking dress.

The priest stepped forward, raising his hands to settle the crowd. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Nathaniel Prescott and Amber Mills in holy matrimony.”

The ceremony proceeded with agonizing slowness, as if a lifetime to the consciousness trapped behind Amber’s sparkling blue eyes. The priest spoke at length about the sanctity of marriage and the union of two souls, while Alan spent the time imagining various ways to dispose of Nate’s body once he found a way to override the programming.

When it came time for the vows, Nate went first. He looked into Amber’s face with a look of sickening devotion. “Amber, I promise to cherish you and to provide for you. I promise to be the man you deserve and guide our lives together with love and strength.”

Guide our lives? You mean program my life, Alan thought dryly. You’re a real romantic, Nate.

The priest then gestured toward Amber. “And I believe Amber has prepared her own vows for her husband.”

Amber took a breath, her heart racing against the tight lace of the bodice. She felt the nanobots surge again, delivering the rehearsed words straight to her tongue. “Nate, like, you are totally the most amazing guy ever. I promise to be your devoted, obedient girl for the rest of our lives. I promise to always look my best for you and to keep my lips ready for your pleasure, because I’m totally yours, forever and ever.”

Alan’s internal mind groaned with a heavy, cynical exhaustion as the words left his mouth. Obedient girl? God, I’m actually reading from a script written by a guy who thinks fedoras are a personality trait. He watched the congregation through the sheer lace of the veil, seeing Linda dabbing her eyes with a lace handkerchief while Richard smiled with a sense of pride.

The priest looked toward Nate, his expression solemn and traditional. “Nathaniel Prescott, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Nate said, his voice ringing through the chapel with a terrifying level of certainty.

The priest then turned his gaze toward the busty Amber. “And do you, Amber Mills, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

Alan tried to lock his jaw, to force a silence that would break the flow of the ceremony, but his body was no longer his to command. He felt his throat tighten and his chest expand as the nanobots delivered the final, binding confirmation.

“Like, I totally do!” Amber chirped, her voice reaching a high-pitched sugary lilt that echoed against the vaulted ceiling.

The priest called for the rings, and a young page stopped forward with a small white pillow. Nate took a delicate silver band encrusted with a row of shimmering diamonds and took Amber’s hand. He slid the ring onto her pretty, manicured finger, his grip possessive and firm. “With this ring, I wed thee,” Nate murmured, his eyes locking onto his bride’s.

Alan felt his own hand reach out with a fluid motion, his long pink nails glinting as he picked up a matching gold band for his husband. His body didn’t miss a beat as he took Nate’s hand and slid the jewelry into place. “And with this ring, I totally wed thee,” the blonde gushed, her voice bubbling with a radiant joy that made Alan’s internal self recoil.

The man leading the service turned to face the congregation. “Now, if there be any reason these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

I’ve got a reason! This guy is a mad scientist, and my real name is Alan! The scream echoed in the dark corners of Alan’s mind, but externally, he remained perfectly still, his glossy pink lips forming a wide, expectant smile. The silence in the church was heavy as people leaned forward to witness the final moments.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife,” the priest declared, nodding toward the groom. “Nathaniel, you may now kiss the bride.”

Nate stepped forward with a wide, arrogant grin. He reached out and lifted Amber’s veil, tossing it back over her elaborate updo before capturing her face in his hands. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, and before Alan could react, Nate’s tongue was pushing past his glossed lips, claiming his mouth in a deep, messy kiss that lasted far longer than was appropriate for a church. The congregation erupted into a loud round of applause, the sound of cheering filling the room as the organ began to play a celebratory recessional.

The new husband pulled back, his eyes dark with a satisfied heat, and linked his arm through Amber’s. They began the long walk back down the aisle, rice raining down on them as they reached the entrance of the chapel. Amber laughed, a melodic sound that was entirely involuntary, and paused at the top of the stone steps.

She turned around and tossed her bouquet over her shoulder. A group of women scrambled for it, and a young, slender brunette in a purple dress caught the flowers with a squeal of delight, her friends cheering and clapping around her. Amber waved one last time, her hand adorned with her new wedding ring, and Nate guided her down the steps toward the waiting black limousine.

The chauffeur opened the door, and Nate helped Amber inside, the train of her white dress rustling against the leather seats as she slid in. The door shut with a muffled thud, cutting off the noise of the wedding guests and leaving them in the quiet, climate-controlled interior of the vehicle. The limo pulled away from the curb, a ‘Just Married’ sign trailing behind with noisy cans.

Nate sat back, a look of absolute, unmitigated victory on his face. He reached out and cupped Amber’s chin, tilting her face toward his as he gave her another lingering, deep French kiss. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb stroking the fullness of her new, permanent pout.

“Are you ready for the honeymoon, Mrs. Amber Prescott?” Nate asked, his voice vibrating with possessive confidence.

Amber giggled, her eyes sparkling with a vacant joy. “Like, wow, I totally love the sound of that! I’m, like, so happy to be your wife, baby!”

Nate chuckled and kept his hand on the blonde’s chin, his eyes searching hers as if he were looking for a trace of the man he had once known. “I wonder if Alan is still in there somewhere,” he mused, his voice dropping into a low, mocking whisper.

I’m still here, you little prick! And I’m still going to find a way to kill you! Alan shouted into the empty void of his own mind, his consciousness seething with bitter rage. Enjoy the honeymoon while you can, because as soon as I find a way out of this, I’ll be cutting your balls off and fitting you into this dress.

Externally, Amber tilted her head to the side, her expression one of pure, blonde confusion. “Like, baby, who is Alan?”

Nate let out a loud, genuine laugh and patted his new wife’s cheek. “That’s a good answer, babe. A very, very good answer.”

He reached down and began to unzip his tuxedo pants, the sound of the metal teeth loud in the quiet car. He fished out his cock, which was already hard and pulsing, and looked at Amber with a predatory intensity.

“I have been staring at those new lips ever since you got them at the clinic,” the man said, his fingers grazing Amber’s mouth. “And now that we’re officially married, I think it’s a great time to really put those pouty cocksuckers to the test. Don’t you agree, Amber?”

Amber giggled lightly and reached out, her manicured fingers brushing absently against his shaft. “Like, baby, you are so bad!”

Kill me now. Just find a sharp object and put me out of my misery, the transformed man thought with a heavy internal sigh.

Amber’s body didn’t share the sentiment. She felt her face flush a deep, pretty pink, her newly plumped lips parting in a soft, eager gasp. Her conditioning was humming at a fever pitch now, rewarding every submissive thought and action with a burst of sugary endorphins that made her brain feel as if it were being dipped in warm honey. She shifted on the leather seat, her white dress riding up her silk-stockinged thighs as she lowered herself to her knees on the floor of the moving car.

“Like, I guess I have to be a good little wife and do what my husband says,” Amber giggled, her voice a breathy, sultry purr. She reached out with her manicured fingers, stroking the thick, pulsing length of Nate’s cock with a flirtatious energy.

She leaned forward, her large breasts pressing together as she lowered her face. She wrapped her fat, glossed lips around the head of the shaft, the crystal pink gloss sticking slightly to his skin as she began to bob her head. The taste was salty and masculine, and the blonde moaned out as if she were enjoying every moment of it.

Nate let out a long, shuddering groan, his fingers tangling in Amber’s golden updo as he pulled her closer, his mouth finding her ear as he drove himself deeper into her wet, warm throat. “Enjoy this moment, Amber,” he whispered triumphantly. “Because we’re going to relive it every single night now that you’ve said ‘I do.’ You belong to me now, and I’m never letting you go.”

The black limousine continued its journey, disappearing into the late afternoon haze as it carried the happy couple toward their new life together. Mr. and Mrs. Prescott, living happily ever after. Well, kind of.

The End.