Mikey Best strolled across Oakmont College’s main quad with his usual cocky bounce. He wore a faded Nirvana tee and cargo pants, nothing fancy, just comfortable enough to lug around his latest toy—a water balloon launcher tucked under his arm. His dark blond hair was a mess, and his hazel eyes scanned the crowd like a hunter picking out prey.

The quad was alive with students soaking up the early spring sun, sprawled out on the grass, or chatting in clumps. Most of them didn’t notice Mikey at first, but when they did, the vibe shifted. A few glared, others whispered, and one guy even flipped him off. Mikey just grinned wider. He lived for that reaction.

He’d earned it, no question. Last semester, he’d turned Kayla’s shower into a neon pink disaster, leaving her hair glowing for weeks. Vanessa still gave him death stares after he swapped her lip gloss with something that made her lips blow up like balloons. Megan hadn’t spoken to him since the day her locker dumped dildos all over the theater hall floor.

Then there were the guys. Dylan scratched himself raw for days, thanks to itching powder in his jockstrap. Cody’s ego took a hit when Mikey spiked his protein shake with something that shrunk his junk. Austin had to ditch campus for two weeks to peel off a dumb blond wig Mikey had glued to his head.

Mikey loved every second of it; he was the prankster king. Tomorrow was April Fools’ Day, hands down his favorite day of the year, when he could really let loose and turn the whole campus into his personal prank zone. Sure, it meant that he found lasting friendships challenging to maintain, and no one truly wanted to date him despite his decent looks, but who cared? Chaos was way more fun than some clingy girlfriend.

Today, he was on the prowl for a fresh target. His eyes landed on a girl by the fountain, standing out in a dark velvet top and long skirt. She had jet-black hair down to her shoulders and was glued to some weird book with symbols on it. Mikey didn’t know her, but she looked too serious and needed a good laugh.

He ducked behind a bench and set up his glitter cannon, quick and quiet. The thing was loaded with sticky pink glitter, perfect for messing up her day. He lined up the shot, watching her flip a page, totally oblivious.

He waited for the perfect opportunity before pressing the trigger, and bam—glitter exploded all over the unsuspecting student. It stuck to her hair, her book, her everything. She froze in horror, staring at the soggy pages, before looking up with eyes so pink they practically burned holes in him. Mikey lost it, laughing so hard he nearly fell over before taking off across the quad. He always hung around for the initial reaction but was smart enough to bold before it got serious.

Mikey could tell from the woman’s scowl that she was pissed. He wished he had stuck around longer. Anyway, it was enough for him. Another successful prank in the books, and tomorrow, he’d top it with something even better.

What Mikey didn’t know was that he targeted the wrong woman, and he was about to pay. Later that night, the girl sat alone in her dorm room, surrounded by candles she’d lit herself. She was April West, a senior who studied folklore and knew more than she let on. She held a strand of Mikey’s hair—nabbed from a gym prank he’d pulled weeks ago—and dangled it over a flame.

Her voice was low, almost a growl, as she muttered words he’d never understand. The hair sizzled and burned, and she smiled, just a little. She’d cursed him: tomorrow, every lie told to Mikey following the words “April Fools” would come true, no matter how untruthful or outrageous. Mikey hadn’t a clue what he’d just stepped into. He thought tomorrow would be fun, but he had no idea that all of his pranks were about to catch up to him.

❖

Mikey woke up in his cluttered dorm room, already grinning ear to ear. April Fools’ Day had finally arrived, and he could feel the buzz of it in his bones. His side of the room was a disaster—empty soda cans littered the floor, prank gear like rubber chickens and fake vomit spilled off his desk, and a stale whiff of last week’s pizza hung in the air. He didn’t care about the mess; today was his Super Bowl, and he wasn’t wasting a second.

He rolled out of bed, stretching his arms wide, still riding the high from blasting that girl with glitter yesterday. His faded t-shirt he had slept in was crumpled from sleep, and his boxers hung loose as he shuffled to the dresser. Across the room, his roommate Zach was already up, leaning against his own bed, fiddling with his phone. Zach was a stocky guy with short brown hair, usually easygoing but lately over Mikey’s nonstop antics.

“Morning, dipshit,” Zach said, glancing up with a smirk. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, backpack slung over one shoulder, ready to head out.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mikey muttered, pulling open his top drawer. He rummaged for a clean pair of boxers, pushing past socks and some crumpled gum wrappers. His fingers brushed something soft, and he yanked it out—a pair of pink lace panties, dangling there like a bad joke.

Before he could react, Zach piped up, loud and smug. “April Fools! You always wear women’s underwear anyway.”

Mikey whipped around, scowling hard. “What the hell, man? This your idea of funny?” He held up the panties, ready to lob them at Zach’s head. As much as he loved a practical joke, they were never quite as funny when they happened to him.

Zach laughed, deep and annoying. “Time you got pranked for once,” he said, grabbing his keys off the desk. “Enjoy your big day, princess.” He strolled out, shutting the door behind him, leaving Mikey stewing.

Mikey shook his head, muttering curses under his breath. He tossed the panties back into the drawer, reaching for his usual boxers. That’s when he felt it—a weird tingle shooting up his legs, like he’d stepped on a live wire. He froze, looked down, and saw his gray boxers shimmer for a second before transforming into the same pink lace panties Zach had planted.

“What the fuck?” he said, voice bouncing off the walls. He yanked the drawer open wider, digging through it. Every pair of his regular boxer shorts was gone, replaced with girly stuff—purple thongs, red satin briefs, even black ones with little bows stitched on. He rummaged further, but every garment was now soft, lacy, and extremely feminine.

He pulled at the panties he was wearing, hard, trying to rip them off. They wouldn’t budge—just snapped back, clinging tight like they were part of him. “What is this bullshit?” he grumbled, stomping over to his laundry pile by the bed. He flipped through dirty shirts and socks, hunting for anything normal. Nothing but more panties, all bright and lacy, staring back at him.

Mikey stood there, running a hand through his messy blond hair, trying to make sense of it. Zach wasn’t smart enough to pull this off—swapping everything overnight? No chance. Maybe it was some trick fabric or a dye job, but it didn’t add up. He snorted, brushing it off. April Fools’ Day was his big day, and he wasn’t letting Zach’s dumb stunt derail him.

He grabbed a white tank top off the floor and slipped it on before stepping into his cargo pants, hiding the pink panties beneath. The lace rubbed against him as he moved, soft and snug in a way that bugged him, but he pushed it out of his mind. In the mirror by his bed, he still looked like himself—scruffy, cocky, ready to mess with everyone. Close enough.

He headed out, and the dorm hallway was quiet except for a few early birds shuffling around. The panties shifted under his pants with every step, a constant soft nag he couldn’t ignore. Mikey grinned anyway. It was a decent April Fool’s joke, and Mikey was already planning Zach’s payback—maybe rig some hair removal cream in the shower. However, for now, the campus was ripe for his humor, and he had a whole day of chaos to unleash.

❖

Mikey stepped out of the dorm into the late morning sun, his grin as big as ever. The pink lace panties under his cargo pants felt strangely soft against his skin. The campus was getting busier; students crisscrossed the quad, some were lugging books to class, and others were chilling on benches with coffee in their hands. He had a whole day of April Fools’ chaos ahead, and his brain was already spinning with ideas.

He wandered toward the library building, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself about his next move. Maybe he’d rig a fake spider in someone’s lunch tray, or slip a whoopee cushion under a prof’s chair—classic juvenile stuff to kick things off. He was so caught up in his thoughts, picturing the looks on their faces, that he didn’t even notice where he was going. He pushed through a door without looking, thinking it was the men’s room near the library entrance.

The restroom was quiet, with all-white tiles and a humming light overhead. Mikey didn’t clock the lack of urinals or the nicer smell. He slipped into a stall, locked it, and dropped his pants to adjust the panties. They were still there, hugging his hips, soft as hell in a way that unnerved him.

“Zach’s a dick,” he muttered, giving them a tug. They stretched a bit, then snapped back, smooth against him like they belonged. “How the hell did he pull this off?” He shook his head, figuring it was some prank glue or a trick fabric. Whatever—it wasn’t stopping him today.

The door creaked open, and Mikey froze, yanking his pants up halfway. Footsteps clicked on the tile, followed by water running at the sink. He peeked through the stall gap and saw Kayla, one of his old targets, washing her hands. She was short, scrappy, with dark hair tied back.

She glanced at the stalls, spotting his sneakers, and her voice cut through sharp. “Who’s in there? Get out of the women’s bathroom before I report you to the dean!”

Mikey cursed under his breath, realizing his screw-up. “Shit,” he said, yanking his pants up fast. He fumbled with the lock, rushing out of the stall before she could make good on the threat. His cargo pants snagged low, the pink lace peeking out above the hem as he stumbled into view.

Kayla’s eyes narrowed, then widened as she clocked the panties. “Oh my God,” she said, laughing hard. “What’s with the pink lace, Mikey? You shopping at Victoria’s Secret now?”

His face went red, hands shoving his pants higher, but the damage was done. “Shut up, Kayla,” he snapped, glaring at her. “It’s a dumb prank from my roommate. This is not my usual style.”

She leaned against the sink, grinning like she’d won something. “Sure it is,” she said, voice dripping with mockery. “Looks good on you, princess. Really brings out your charm.”

He stepped toward the door. “You’re a riot,” he said with thick sarcasm seeping through. “Keep laughing, and I’ll—” She cut him off, her grin turning sly.

“April Fools!” she said, loud and clear. “I know what your dumb style is like. Anyway, it looks cute, and I think you’d look better without all that dumb body hair.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, about to fire back, but then he felt it—a weird tingle racing over his skin, like a thousand tiny brushes hitting him at once. He looked down, and his gut dropped. The dark hair on his arms—thick enough to flex about—was gone. Just smooth, shiny skin left, like he’d been waxed clean. The same effect had happened all over his boyish body.

He rubbed his arm, stunned; the softness felt unreal under his fingers and made him shudder. “What the fuck?” he cried out. He lifted his tank top, checking his chest—nothing there either, just bare, sleek skin gleaming back at him. Kayla’s jaw dropped, her teasing cut off as she stared.

“Okay, that’s freaky!” she said, backing toward the door, eyes wide. She bolted, leaving Mikey alone with the mirror. His smooth arms caught the light, almost too perfect.

“What the fuck is going on today?” he grumbled, still rubbing, trying to figure it out. He hadn’t shaved, hadn’t done a thing. He tried to laugh it off and brush it aside for now, but he couldn’t deny that something odd was happening to him today.

❖

Mikey burst out of the library bathroom, his head still reeling from what he thought was Kayla’s stunt. The campus stretched quietly around him now, most students tucked inside for lunch or lectures, leaving the pathways lined with rustling trees and the faint hum of a lawnmower in the distance. He tried to focus on his April Fools’ plans, but his bare skin kept throwing him off—too weird, too slick, like he’d turned into some polished mannequin.

He pushed into the cafeteria, needing a soda and a new target to get his day back on track. It was lunchtime, and the place was loud, with trays banging on tables and voices shouting over the clatter of forks and plates. Mikey slipped through the crowd, dodging a guy balancing a tray of tacos, and grabbed a Coke from the vending machine. He cracked it open, leaning against a wall by the drink station to scan the room. Other students stared at him wearily. However, he wasn’t sure if they had noticed his new bare arms or simply that his reputation preceded him.

He spotted Dylan at a table near the back wall, hunched over a burger with a side of fries. Dylan was a tall, wiry guy with a sharp tongue. He was still mad about the itching powder Mikey had slipped into his jockstrap last semester. Mikey grinned to himself and decided Dylan was the perfect mark to shake off his weird morning. He needed a win, and this was it.

He strolled over with his drink in his hand and sat down in the chair across from his target. “Hey, Dylan,” he said casually, keeping his voice easy. “How’s it going today? I hope you’re not still pissed about last fall?”

Dylan looked up from his burger with a slow chew, his eyes squinting at Mikey. “Oh, fantastic,” he said in a flat tone. “It’s you again. What do you want this time, Mikey? Here to ruin my lunch, too?”

Mikey leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his soda. “Just checking in on you,” he said with a shrug. “You’re looking pretty good now, not scratching yourself silly anymore. I have to admit, it was a great reaction you pulled off.” Mikey laughed to himself.

Dylan set his burger down and wiped his hands on a napkin. “You’re a real sweetheart,” he said with sarcasm oozing out. “What’s your game today? Planning something stupid, as usual? Maybe getting a tan with that cute hairless frame of yours?”

Mikey shuddered and opened his mouth to retort when Dylan’s face broke into a sly grin. “April Fools!” he said loud enough to make nearby heads turn. “Your laugh is high-pitched and girly.”

Mikey opened his mouth to fire back at him, but then he felt a strange flutter bubbling up in his throat. “Screw you!” he said back before suddenly letting out a high-pitched girly giggle that sounded like it belonged to a little girl in pigtails. His hand flew to his mouth, and his eyes widened as the noise echoed around the room.

“What the fuck? It’s actually true?” Dylan said in disbelief. “Kayla messaged me and told me when she used that phrase, all your hair fell out.” He grinned. “This is golden!”

Mikey glared at him, his face turning red. “You’re an asshole,” he said. He tried to laugh it off, but that shrill, girly giggle came again, loud enough to make a few freshmen snicker at a nearby table. He clapped his hand back over his mouth, horrified at the sound.

Dylan leaned forward with his grin stretching wider. “Oh man,” he said, pulling out his phone. “This is too good. Say something funny again, princess; I need to record this for the group chat.”

Mikey shoved his chair back and stood up hastily, knocking his Coke over, and the soda fizzed across the table. “You’re so dead,” he said through gritted teeth. He couldn’t stay here, lost in his humiliation. He bolted for the door, with students staring and whispering behind him.

The prankster pushed outside with his smooth arms prickling in the cool air, his head spinning worse than before. “What the fuck is happening to me?” He questioned. The underwear, the body hair, and now that dumb laugh- they weren’t a coincidence. Something was seriously wrong, and Mikey was starting to feel it in his gut.

❖

Mikey stumbled out of the cafeteria, his heart thudding hard. The cool breeze brushed his smooth arms like a warning. The courtyard outside was nearly empty now, with just a few students wandering past with backpacks or chatting by the old fountain in the center.

He couldn’t get Dylan’s “April Fools” out of his head, or Kayla’s from earlier—those words had done something to him, something real, and it wasn’t just Zach’s prank anymore. His bare skin and that stupid giggle when he laughed were all adding up, and he didn’t like where it was going.

The prankster headed for the science building courtyard, needing a quiet spot to think this through. The area was calm, with only a few smokers lounging by the bike racks and a girl scribbling in a notebook under a tall tree. Mikey found an empty bench near a patchy hedge and sat down fast, running his hands over his hairless arms. They felt too sleek, too perfect, like they weren’t his, and the pink lace panties shifted soft under his cargo pants, only making his nerves itch worse.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at the dusty pavement. Kayla’s stunt took his body hair, and Dylan messed with his laugh after saying “April Fools.” It wasn’t random, and he wasn’t imagining it. He needed to test this and figure out what the hell was happening before it got crazier. His stomach twisted at the thought, but he couldn’t just sit here freaking out.

High-heeled footsteps tottered on the gravel behind him. Mikey glanced back to see Vanessa strolling by, her curvy figure swaying as she carried a stack of psych textbooks. She was one of his old victims, still bitter about that lip gloss swap that bloated her lips huge last year. She caught his eye and slowed down, her lips curling into a smirk like she’d found a punching bag.

“Well, well,” she said with a taunting lilt. “If it isn’t little Mikey. What’s wrong? Hiding out after Kayla and Dylan owned you?”

Mikey shuddered and stood up straight. She knew about the earlier events; word was getting around. “I’m not hiding,” he said, trying to sound confident. “I’m just taking a break. If you don’t mind, I got places to be.” He had to get out of here.

Vanessa tilted her head, her smirk growing sharper. “Oh, I mind,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re a walking disaster today, hairless and giggling like a fool, I heard. What’s the deal with that?” She asked, acting like she didn’t know.

Mikey glared at her and took a step back. “Nothing’s the deal,” he said, his voice tight. “Just leave me alone, Vanessa. I’m not in the mood for your crap.”

She laughed and set her books on a nearby table. “Oh, I know you, Mikey. You’re always in the mood for crap,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye. “April Fools! You’ve got a sexy, feminine body frame.”

Mikey froze, his gut sinking, as that eerie tingle washed over him again, rippling through his body like a warm shiver he couldn’t stop. He looked down and watched his broad shoulders shrink inward, his chest slimming as his hips curved out in a soft, sultry flare. His waist tightened as though a corset was squeezing tighter, reshaping him into a sleek, feminine figure that made his pants sag at the top and hug his new rounded hips.

“What the fuck?” he cried out, not for the first time. His voice trembled as he grabbed at his sides, feeling the smooth, curvy lines under his white tank top. He stumbled back against the bench, dainty, feminine hands sliding over his altered frame, the shape too strange and womanly to wrap his head around.

Vanessa’s smirk vanished as her books slid off the table with a thud. “Holy shit,” she said, backing away with wide eyes. “What happened to you? You’re a total freak now, Mikey!” She spun around and hurried off, chuckling to herself and leaving him alone in the courtyard.

The 19-year-old prankster stared at his reflection in a nearby glass door, his slim, hairless arms and girly curves staring back at him, void of almost any muscle. He had never been the most musclebound student, but he was still proud of his previous figure.

“This is insane,” he said, his voice low and unsteady. “Something’s seriously wrong here.” He clenched his fists, mind racing—those “April Fools” words were doing this, and he had to stop it before it got worse.

❖

Mikey stood frozen in the science courtyard, his dainty hands still clutching his curved hips as Vanessa’s heels clicked away into the distance. He couldn’t shake the image of his reflection—smooth arms, a slim waist, that girly frame twisting his cargo pants out of shape. Those “April Fools” words weren’t just pranks anymore; they were tearing him apart, and he had to stop it before he lost everything that made him Mikey.

He turned from the glass door and paced beside the bench, his sneakers kicking up gravel. Kayla, Dylan, Vanessa—they’d all said it, and each time he’d changed. His hair was gone, his laugh was fucked up, and now his body was slight and feminine—he had to dodge anyone else pulling that line, but the campus was full of people itching to screw with him today, and word of his torment was spreading. His mind scrambled for a plan, maybe find Zach and choke some answers out of him. It had all started with him.

Voices spilled from the lecture hall nearby, and Mikey ducked behind the hedge, his heart racing at the thought of more eyes on him. His luck ran out when Cody stepped into view, his broad, muscled frame looming as he scanned the courtyard. Cody was still pissed about that estrogen-spiked protein shake Mikey had slipped him last spring, and his grin said he’d been waiting for revenge.

“Well, look at you, Princess,” Cody said, strolling over with a swagger. “Mikey, the little doll. This group chat I’m in says you’re falling apart. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”

Mikey stood up and squared off against the man, his tank top stretched tight over his newly developed curves. “Fuck off, Cody,” he said, his voice sharp despite the tremor underneath. “I’m not dealing with you right now.” His figure looked ridiculous against Cody’s broad frame. Even with his former figure, he couldn’t compare to the hulking man.

Cody laughed and planted his feet a few steps away. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his grin stretching wide. “We have a score to settle, don’t we?” He tilted his head with a glint in his eye. “April Fools! You’ve got a pathetic, tiny cock.” The large man chuckled as he spoke.

Mikey’s stomach lurched as that familiar tingle flowed over his groin, and the poor prankster knew what was coming next. He doubled over, his hands clutching his groin as his prized manhood dwindled down to a pitiful nub. “No, no, no!” he yelled, his voice cracking as he almost fell to his knees, clawing at his pants in sheer panic. “Not my fucking dick!”

Soft footsteps crept up behind the pair, and Mikey spun around, still hunched, to see Emily standing there, her small frame clutching an art sketchbook. She’d been burned by those exploding breast forms last year, and now she smirked, having heard every word. “Tiny cock?” she said, her voice quiet but smug. “What cock? April Fools! You have a tight, hairless pussy!”

That sensation surged again, a slick heat pulsing through his crotch, and Mikey felt his shriveled cock vanish entirely, replaced by a smooth, tight slit that left nothing of what he’d prized most. He collapsed onto the gravel with a desperate groan, his feminine hands fumbling under his pants to find only a soft, feminine slit where his manhood once stood. “This isn’t real!” he shouted, his voice breaking as he pounded the ground, a solitary tear streaking down his face.

Cody crossed his arms with a satisfied nod. “Look at you now,” he chuckled. “Ain’t that poetic? I think having a pussy suits you.”

Emily tilted her head with a little laugh. “Serves you right, Mikey,” she said, her smirk growing. “Hopefully, you’ve learned your lesson.”

Mikey glared up at them, his curvy body trembling as he wiped his face. “Fuck you both,” he exclaimed. “This isn’t over.” He dragged himself up and bolted out of the courtyard. He had to get to the bottom of this and claim his manhood back.

❖

Mikey bolted from the science courtyard with his heart hammering in his chest, his sneakers pounding the pavement as he raced toward the dorms. The campus was winding down now, students trickling out of buildings with tired eyes or heading to the dining hall for an early dinner.

The feminized prankster couldn’t think straight—his smooth arms, curvy hips, and that tight slit where his dick used to be were screaming proof something was seriously fucked up. He had to find Zach, the bastard who’d started this with those damn panties.

He shoved through the dorm’s front door, ignoring the guy at the desk who barely glanced up from his phone. The hallway stretched ahead, quiet except for a couple of freshmen arguing over a video game behind a closed door.

Mikey’s room was at the far end, and he stormed down the corridor, his pants sagging loose around his slim waist while hugging his flared hips. He didn’t care who saw him now—he needed answers, and Zach would give them, one way or another.

He burst into their room, the familiar mess of soda cans and prank gear greeting him as he entered. Zach wasn’t there, but Mikey didn’t have time to wait. He started pacing, his feminine hands clenched into fists, muttering to himself about how to fix this. “It has to be Zach,” he said, his voice tight with panic. “He started all this. He should know how to end it.”

Footsteps thudded outside the dorm, and Mikey spun toward the door as his classmate Austin stepped in. Austin was another old target—still sore about the dumb blond wig Mikey had glued to his head the previous year—and he grinned when he saw Mikey’s panicked pacing. “Well, damn,” he said with a low laugh. “Look at you, Mikey. Our group chat’s going nuts, and it’s all true from the looks of you.”

Mikey stopped pacing and glared at him. “Get out of my room, Austin!” he snapped, his voice shaking. “I don’t have time for any bullshit.”

Austin leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Oh, no way,” he chuckled. “This is too good to miss. I can’t waste the chance to get in on the action and get some revenge.” He straightened up with a wide smile. “April Fools! You’ve got a sexy, girly, flirtatious voice.” He softly bit his lip, waiting to see if his command had stuck.

Mikey’s throat tightened, and he coughed out, a warm flush spreading through his vocal cords like a soft caress. He opened his mouth to yell, but his voice rolled out different—smooth, sultry, with a teasing lilt that turned his words into a purr. “Fuck you, Austin,” he said, and it sounded like a flirty invite, dripping with charm he didn’t want. His eyes widened, hands flying to his neck as he tried again. “Get out now!” Again, he spoke with a playful, flirtatious lilt.

Austin blinked, then burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said gleefully. “You sound like you’re hitting on me! It suits the new you, Mikey.”

Mikey staggered back, his curvy frame shaking as he gripped the edge of his desk. “What are you assholes doing to me?” he purred, the flirty tone twisting his anger into something sensual. “This isn’t funny, you piece of shit!” Even as his words stung, they still spilled out like a teasing coo. The feminized student slammed his fist on the desk, his face burning with frustration.

Austin tilted his head and laughed. “Oh, it’s hilarious,” he said with a mocking edge. “You’re a walking flirt now. Enjoy your new voice!” He pulled out his phone and started typing. “Gotta spread this one around.”

Mikey sank onto his bed with his feminine hands trembling. “I’m done,” he whispered, the words lilting out like a sultry sigh. “I’ve gotta find Zach.” He couldn’t wait for his roommate to get home. He needed answers before this got any worse. Before he left, he grabbed a belt and wrapped it around his pants to stop them falling from his slim waist and hugging his wider hips. Once tightly buckled, the prankster headed out to find his roommate.

❖

Mikey stormed out of the dorm with his belt cinched tight, holding his sagging pants up over his curved hips as he headed across campus. The evening was settling in, students milling around the quad with takeout bags or hurrying to late study sessions. He couldn’t waste time—Zach had to be somewhere, and every minute risked another “April Fools” screwing him over worse. His smooth arms prickled in the cooling air, and the void between his legs made him feel sick. However, he shoved those feelings down and continued, focusing on finding his roommate.

He aimed for the student facilities building, figuring Zach might be grabbing food or hanging out after class. Mikey pushed through a group of guys arguing about some football game. They paused and looked at him with a knowing grin as he slipped past them. Inside, there was no sign of Zach, just a sea of faces, some turning to stare at his girly figure with grins and whispers.

“Perfect,” he purred under his breath. Even when talking to himself, his voice was soft and flirtatious. “Where are you, Zach?” He moved through the lounge, dodging a guy juggling a stack of pizza boxes, his tank top stretched tight over his slim frame as he scanned every corner. The belt kept his pants from slipping, a constant, nagging reminder of his fucked-up day.

A loud laugh caught his attention, and Mikey turned toward the snack bar to see Megan leaning against the counter, twirling a straw in her soda. She was tall and leggy, still holding a grudge from the dildos he’d dumped in her locker the previous semester, and her sharp eyes locked onto him with a smirk. It was his funniest prank yet. The look on Little Miss Prude’s face when dozens of sex toys escaped from her locker the moment she opened it, along with the shocked expressions of the students around her. He would never forget that day.

She sauntered over with a sway in her step and stopped a few feet away. “Hey there, Mikey,” she said with a mocking lilt. “You’re looking fabulous today.” She mocked. “I’m glad I found you here.”

Mikey glared at her and took a step back. “Leave me alone, Megan,” he said, his sultry tone turning his anger into a flirty tease. “I’m looking for Zach. Have you seen him?”

Megan chuckled and shook her head. “Nope, I haven’t seen him,” she said smugly. “But I’m not letting you off that easy. You’re too much fun like this, all girly and flirty.” She leaned forward with a wicked grin. Someone needs to do something with that hair, though.”

Mikey’s eyes widened as he knew exactly what was coming. “No, don’t!” But his plea was too late.

“April Fools!” Megan said the dreaded words. “Instead of that greasy mop, you now have long, wavy, perfectly maintained platinum blond hair.”

Mikey closed his eyes as his scalp prickled. He felt the sensation run through his scalp, and a lush weight spilled down his back. The transformed man grabbed at his head as his short, messy blond hair stretched into long, wavy strands, cascading past his shoulders in a flawless platinum shimmer. The silky locks brushed against his slim waist, glossy and perfect, a stark contrast to the previous unkempt style he’d had before. “No! No! What the fuck?” he purred, his sultry voice laced with panic as he tugged at the strands.

Megan stepped back and laughed outright. “Oh, that’s stunning,” she said with a gleeful nod. “You’re a real beauty queen now, Mikey! This is too good.”

Mikey stumbled against a chair, his curvy frame trembling as he shook his head, his new blond waves swaying with each movement. “This is bullshit,” he said, the sultry lilt making it sound like a tease. “You’re all assholes!” His hands tangled in the hair, pulling at it like he could yank it free.

Megan smiled and pulled out her phone. “This is going online,” she said playfully. “The chat needs to see this!” She turned and walked off, leaving Mikey fuming.

The new platinum blond glances around; dozens of eyes were staring right at him; they had seen the whole thing. Mikey’s cheeks flushed red with humiliation as he turned to escape the building. Was the entire campus against him? Couldn’t anyone take a joke? Shaking his head, the blond strands brushing against him as he did, the transformed man left the student building in search of his roommate.

❖

The downtrodden man trudged across campus with his long platinum blond hair swaying behind him, the belt still holding his sagging cargo pants over his curvy hips as he headed back to the dorms. He glanced up at his dorm building in the distance and froze—light glowed from his room’s window, meaning Zach must have finally returned. Relief hit him hard; he had to get answers before anyone else turned this day into more of a nightmare.

He picked up his pace, his sneakers slapping the pavement as he shoved through the dorm’s front door, ignoring the desk guy texting in the corner. Mikey’s heart raced, he was so close to confronting Zach, but his nerves buzzed with every step, his feminine frame and sultry voice a constant reminder of how fucked-up everything had gotten.

Halfway down the corridor, Kayla and Vanessa stepped out from a side hall, blocking his path like they’d been lying in wait. Kayla smirked with her arms crossed, her dark hair tied back, while Vanessa leaned against the wall, grinning like a cat with a mouse. Mikey’s stomach sank—he didn’t need this right now.

“Well, look at you, Mikey,” Kayla said teasingly. “You’ve come a long way since I saw you in the bathroom this morning. That hair’s a nice touch.”

Vanessa nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, you’re really filling out,” she said playfully. “From scruffy prick to sexy blond bombshell. It’s quite the improvement, huh?”

Mikey glared at them and clenched his fists. “Get out of my way,” he said, his flirtatious lilt turning his anger into a sultry purr. “I’m not playing around.” He tried to push past the duo, but his more petite frame took away his muscular strength, and they easily pushed him back.

Kayla laughed and stepped closer. “Oh, no chance,” she said with a wicked grin. “You’re too cute to let go now. Let’s pretty you up some more.” She tilted her head mischievously. “April Fools! You’ve got the cutest, most feminine facial structure on campus.” She chuckled.

Mikey’s face tickled as that now familiar feeling washed over him. He could only stare back in horror as his jaw softened and cheekbones lifted into a delicate, girlish curve. His eyes widened slightly, lashes thickening as his features reshaped into a smooth, dainty look that matched his curvy body. “What the fuck?” he purred, his sultry voice trembling as he touched his face, feeling the new softness under his fingertips.

Vanessa smirked and stepped forward. “Oh my god! You look perfect, Mikey!” she said with a gleeful laugh. “Kayla’s got skilled, but it’s not quite the look we’re after.” She leaned in close and winked. “April Fools! You’ve such big lips that would even make a pornstar jealous.”

Mikey’s lips tingled as the sensation moved from his face and concentrated on his mouth, his lips swelling into a big, luscious cupid-bow shape that puffed out thick and glossy under the hall lights. Just as he thought they had stopped, they plumped up even further. There was no denying it; Mikey now had huge DSL lips.

He stumbled back, hands flying to his face as he formed a natural pout, even as he stared back in disbelief. “No!” he purred, the sexy tone twisting his panic into a tease as he pressed his fingers to the oversized lips.

Kayla stepped back and clapped her hands. “That’s incredible,” she said gleefully. “You’re a total knockout now, Mikey! Picture perfect!”

Vanessa grinned and pulled out her phone. “Speaking of pictures. Say cheese!” she said with a playful nod. Mike didn’t hang around, pushing past them with all the might he could as he rushed up towards his room. His roommate needed to fix this, and fix this now.

❖

Mikey raced down the dorm corridor with his heart slamming against his chest. Kayla and Vanessa’s laughter echoed behind him, but he didn’t look back. His dorm room light was on, and that meant he could receive the answers he needed, a way out of this hellish day.

The room sat empty, the desk lamp glowing brightly over Zach’s bed with no sign of his roommate anywhere. Mikey’s stomach dropped like a stone, his breath catching in his throat. “No, no, no!” he purred, his sultry voice trembling as he spun around to scan the space. “Zach, where the fuck are you?”

Footsteps thudded in the hall, and Mikey turned to leave, only to freeze as seven figures filled the doorway, blocking his escape. Kayla, Vanessa, Megan, Emily, Cody, Dylan, and Austin stood there, grins plastered across their faces like they’d caught him in a trap. His chest tightened—every single one of his old targets, the students he’d screwed over, now staring him down with wicked amusement.

Kayla stepped forward and smirked. “Well, well, Mikey,” she said teasingly. “Look at you, all prettied up and nowhere to go.”

Cody chuckled and crossed his arms. “Looking great, babe,” he said smugly. “I love those lips.”

Mikey glared at them, his curvy frame trembling as he backed up against the desk. “Get the fuck out,” he said, his flirtatious lilt turning his anger into a sultry tease. “Do I look like I’m up for playing your twisted games?!”

Vanessa tilted her head and grinned. “No? But we’re having so much fun. Isn’t that right, guys?” she said playfully. “I think it’s time we finished you off.” She said ominously.

Megan sauntered forward with a wicked smile. “Oh, yeah,” she said gleefully. “We’ve been having fun all day, Mikey. Some rando calling themselves ‘Karma’ added us to a group chat this morning. They told us how to mess with you. They told us to make the most of it because it would only last a day.” She grinned.

Mikey’s eyes widened as he gripped the edge of the desk. “What?” he purred, his sultry voice shaking. “What are you talking about?”

Dylan chuckled and pulled out his phone, scrolling with a nod. “Dunno who they are,” he said casually. “But they said everything we said to you after ‘April Fools’ would stick until midnight. Look at you. They weren’t wrong!”

Emily stepped up with a shy smirk. “You’ve earned this, Mikey,” she said softly. “For everything you’ve put us through this past year.” She giggled. “April Fools! You’ve got cute budding breasts to go with that feminine body.”

Mikey’s chest tingled as that familiar heat concentrated in his chest. He shook his head as his tank top stretched with small, perky mounds swelling beneath, pushing out into delicate curves, with nipples gently poking against the top. He grabbed at them, his tiny hands shaking. “No more!” he purred, his flirty tone masking his panic as the buds formed.

Cody laughed and stepped closer. “Budding breasts? Screw that!” he declared. “We need them bigger than that. April Fools! You’ve got massive, round, super fake tits. How about we make them an F-cup?”

The heat flared hotter, and Mikey gasped as his chest ballooned outward, swelling into gigantic, round monstrosities. Implants inflated inside him, and the results were undeniable. Massive, round F-cup breasts strained his tank top to breaking point, the fake heft bouncing as he stumbled back. “No!” he purred, his sultry voice cracking as he clutched the massive curves, his face flushing with panic.

Megan frowned and crossed her arms. “Cody, that’s nasty,” she scowled. “He’s already messed up—why go that far?”

Emily nodded and shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, that’s overkill,” she spoke quietly. “Those are ridiculous. We don’t need to be that crude.”

Cody smirked and held up his hands. “Oh, come on, ladies,” he laughed. “It’s Mikey! The guy who spiked my shake with estrogen! Remember what he did to all of you. Look at him. He’s already a chick now; let’s make it count!” He winked, and the girls hesitated.

Kayla shrugged and smiled. “He’s got a point,” she said playfully. “Mikey’s been a dick to all of us. I say we keep it going.” Megan and Emily exchanged glances, then nodded reluctantly.

As the group argued, Mikey stood, horrified, in the corner as he wrapped his small hands around his new, impressive cleavage. There was no way anyone could hide these. He looked like a pornstar, an actual bimbo!

Vanessa stepped up and grinned. “You’re looking great,” she said with a laugh. “But let’s look at that style of yours. It doesn’t exactly match the image we’re going for.” She chuckled, prompting a wild shake of the head from the tormented prankster. “April Fools! You always wear the brightest, boldest makeup, and your fingernails are immaculately manicured and painted, along with your toenails.”

Mikey’s face prickled as the pins and needles tickled across his skin, vivid blush painting his cheeks, thick eyeliner framing his eyes, and glossy red lipstick coating his inflated, huge lips in a bold sheen. His nails shimmered, growing long and manicured with bold, red polish that matched his toes peeking from his sneakers. “Get me out of here!” Mikey purred as he tried to push his way through, but the group pinned him back towards the corner of the room. He was their caged pet.

Dylan smirked and stepped forward. “Not so fast,” he said with a laugh. “You can’t go out in public looking like that.” He bit his lower lip and smiled. “April Fools! You always wear the sluttiest outfits on campus. Literally, no one wears sluttier outfits than you, Mikey.”

The tingle pricked across Mikey’s body as his outfit glowed and started to transform. His tank top morphed into a skimpy, red crop top that bared his slim navel and barely covered his F-cups, the fabric plunging low and clinging tight to his exaggerated curves. His cargo pants rethreaded into a tiny pleated black faux-leather miniskirt, and his already feminine panties shrunk further and gave him a wedgie as they transformed into a lacy red g-string. Finally, a pair of strappy red 4” stiletto high heels wrapped around his feet, forcing him to teeter awkwardly. “What?!” he purred in horror and confusion as he tugged the skirt, struggling to cover his ass.

Megan smirked and clapped her hands. “Oh my God, you look stunning, Mikey. A real slut,” she giggled. “But I don’t think Mikey suits you anymore, does it?” There was a menacing glint in the woman’s eyes. “April Fools! You always answer to Missy and use she/her pronouns from now on.”

Mikey’s mind jolted as he felt a tickle in his brain. He knew she had done something, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what had happened. His old name slid away, with a new one in its place. “I’m not Missy!” he purred, but then hesitated, his voice faltering. “I’m… Missy?” His eyes widened as “she” settled in, his identity bending under the weight of the command. He couldn’t think of himself as Mikey anymore, nor could he muster the energy to use male pronouns.

Austin grinned and stepped closer. “Hey, Missy,” he said playfully. “I think one final change will make this whole day perfect.” He stepped closer, rubbing his hands. Missy didn’t like where this was going. “April Fools! You always talk like a dumb valley girl every time you speak.”

Missy’s throat prickled as the tickling surged through her vocal cords, her voice pitching up into a bubbly, airheaded lilt that stayed sultry and flirty. “Like, oh my gawd, no way!” she purred, the valley girl’s tone making her panic sound like a ditzy tease. Her huge lips quivered as she clapped her hands to her mouth, eyes wide with terror. Missy shook her head. “Like, you guy. You have to totally change this, puh-leaze!” She cooed out in a sweet, soprano tone.

The group erupted in laughter, and Cody stepped forward with a wide grin. “Like, totally perfect!” he mimicked with a chuckle. He raised his hand, and Kayla high-fived him hard, her smirk gleaming.

Megan clapped Austin’s hand next and smirked. “Enjoy your new life, Missy,” she said gleefully. “You’re not the campus prankster anymore.”

Vanessa high-fived Dylan and laughed. “The campus slut more like,” she winked. “I hope you never turn back.”

Austin slapped Cody’s hand last and grinned. “Later, bimbo,” he said smugly. “If you find yourself getting hungry later, come find me.” He crudely licked his lips in the new bimbo’s direction as the former man’s tormentors left the feminized Missy alone.

Missy sank onto the bed with her long blond hair spilling over her massive F-cups, her oversized lips pouting as she stared at her manicured red-painted fingernails. “Like, oh my gawd, what did those pooheads do to me?” she purred, the valley girl lilt turning her despair into a flirty whine. She flopped back, her huge tits round and perky on her chest even as she lay there. “Like, this better reverse tomorrow.” She cried out in hope. For now, she was Missy: a bottle blond, busty bimbo with huge lips, a slutty dress sense, and a voice that could stop flirting with anyone she met.

❖

The following morning, Missy stirred awake on her bed, her long platinum blond hair a tangled mess. She had expected to feel Mikey’s old body again after she awoke. The bimbo sat up with a groan, her massive F-cups jiggling under yesterday’s red crop top, and muttered in her valley girl lilt, “Like, oh my gawd, please be me!” Her hands brushed her huge chest, and she froze, disappointment crashing over her as she felt the same curvy frame, the tight slit between her legs unchanged.

She climbed out of bed without thinking, teetering in yesterday’s heels, and automatically moved to her closet. Her hands grabbed a new slutty outfit that had magically appeared in her wardrobe—a tight pink tube top that barely held her busty boobs in and a white leather miniskirt that wrapped dangerously around her thighs.

She slipped into the outfit like it was natural and then sat at her desk, applying bold makeup instinctively—pink lipstick to match her top, heavy eyeliner, bright blush—her perfectly manicured hands working fast. She didn’t even notice she was doing it, lost in a daze until she turned to the mirror.

Missy stared at her reflection—huge pink lips, F-cups spilling from the tube top, long blond waves framing her curvy figure, somehow magically looking untangled and perfect—and snapped back to reality, her hands flying to her face.

“Like, no way, I’m still totes her!” she purred, the valley girl tone trembling with panic. She pressed her fingers to her huge lips, realizing she was stuck as the bimbo they’d left her as, no midnight reset. “Like, this is so not fair!” she murmured, the flirty lilt making her despair sound teasing as she slumped against the desk.

A note caught her eye on the bed. She teetered over and grabbed it, trying to decipher how it got there. It read: “April Fools. Karma’s a bitch. April x.”

Missy’s stomach twisted as she gasped, “Like, April? Oh em gee! That glitter girl totally did this?!” Her huge lips quivered, the realization hitting. April West, the girl Mikey had dowsed in glitter a couple of days ago, was “Karma.” She crumpled the note, purring, “Like, I’m so gonna kill that meanie!” her flirty voice shaking with rage, not exactly portraying the anger she intended.

The door swung open, and Mikey’s roommate, Zach, stepped in, stopping dead as he saw a slutty, busty bimbo on Mikey’s bed. She was the epitome of a slutty bimbo caricature, and Zach’s favorite type of woman.

Missy spun around, wobbling in her tall heels, and purred, “Like, Zachy, you hafta help me, puh-leaze!” her valley girl tone was desperate but oozed sex appeal.

Zach’s eyes widened. So many questions spun around in his head. What was this knockout doing in his dorm? How did she know his name? He shook his head. Why should he care?

He grinned broadly at the busty blond bimbo. “Happy to help a babe like you,” he said with an eager chuckle, stepping closer.

Missy froze, her huge pink lips parting as Zach approached, his grin growing wider. She was trapped, a slutty, busty bimbo with no way back. Mikey and his antics may have struggled to find friendship and lovers, but Missy would have no such problems.

The End.