Chapter Nine - Navigating the Real World

Harry slumped onto the plush leather couch of his luxury apartment, his body sinking into the cushions as if they could swallow the nightmare that had become his life. He had finally escaped the hellhole virtual world that had consumed him over the past few days. Still, as he emerged back into the real world, he came out looking like an exact replica of the virtual bimbo he had become.

The streamer’s fingers, tipped with glossy, bright pink nails adorned with tiny silver jewels, clutched his phone with a desperate grip. He brought up the number of his girlfriend, Georgia, and sighed. Eventually, the feminized man tapped the call button for the tenth time today, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and frustration as the call rang out unanswered yet again. Each unanswered ring tightened the knot in his stomach, amplifying his isolation.

Georgie had ignored every attempt to reach her, and the silence was a deafening accusation. Had she seen his streams, his humiliating transformation into Hayley? Was she ashamed of him? Had she moved on to a new man?

He tossed the phone onto the coffee table in frustration, the clatter echoing around an apartment that didn’t quite feel like home anymore. His oversized gray hoodie hung loosely over his transformed body. The baggy jeans did little to conceal the curves that now defined him: wife hips, a plump ass, and the heavy, unnaturally firm DD-cup breasts that pressed up against the hoodie’s soft fabric, a constant reminder of the virtual prison that had bled into his reality.

The transformed man shifted uncomfortably, the sensation of the loose clothing grating against his psyche, like something wasn’t right, although he couldn’t name why. All he knew was that he needed answers, and there was only one person who might have them: Michael King. His scrawny rival may have tormented and humiliated Harry inside the game before they were separated, but now that Harry was back in the real world, he could confront Michael face to face.

Harry rose with sluggish effort. He grabbed his keys from the counter and headed for the door. His bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as he slipped into a pair of white sneakers. It felt like an eternity since he had stepped in shoes that didn’t include a backbreaking heel. He was elated to have his own footwear, even as his sense of uneasiness lingered.

The streamer stepped out into the warm Santa Cruz afternoon, the coastal breeze brushing against his smooth, hairless skin, sending an involuntary shiver through his busty frame. The oversized hoodie felt like a shield against the peering looks. Yet, it couldn’t hide the involuntary sway of his hips or the bounce of his ample chest as he moved towards the SUV parked in the underground garage.

His platinum blonde curls, streaked with delicate pink highlights, spilled from the hoodie’s hood, framing his face and drawing curious glances from a passing neighbor. The feminized man ignored the stare, his focus locked on the mission ahead. Michael had answers, more than he was willing to share in-game, or at the very least, knew more about Lifesynced’s twisted mechanics than anyone else Harry knew. The feminized man needed to confront his nemesis, to demand clarity on how his body turned out this way, and how he was going to fight back.

He slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against the bare slither of back between his top and jeans. The engine roared to life, a low growl that matched the fury simmering in his chest. As he pulled out of the garage, the city’s vibrant streets blurred past, the palm trees and beachfront cafes a sudden reminder of the life that continued as he battled to take back his own.

His fingers, still adorned with those ridiculous pink nails, gripped the steering wheel tightly, the silver jewels catching his eye and stoking his anger. He’d been a king in the streaming world, a confident playboy with a gorgeous girlfriend on his arm. Now, he was this—a feminized caricature of a bimbo, trapped in a body that humiliated him at every turn.

The drive to Michael’s townhouse took him through quieter streets, the bustle of downtown fading into a sleepy neighborhood of modest homes. Harry pulled up to the two-story building, its front garden looking mowed yet strangely unattended to at the same time.

Parking the car with a sharp jerk, Harry stormed to the front door. His fist pounded against the wood, each knock a release of pent-up anger and frustration. “Michael, you piece of shit. I know you’re in there. Open the damn door!” he shouted, his voice a breathy coo that made him cringe. Despite the feminine lilt, Harry was relieved to find the bimbo dialect that had grated on him for so long was strangely absent.

No answer came, the silence amplifying his unease. Harry knocked again, harder, his heart racing as the quiet stretched on. As furious as he was, a peculiar thought entered the streamer’s mind. Michael had been locked in LifeSynced’s cells when Harry last saw him, bound by Lex’s guards. What if he was still trapped in the game, or worse, hurt in the real world?

Determined, Harry circled the back of the house, his sneakers sinking into the soft grass of the narrowing alley. Curiously, the back door hung slightly ajar, its frame splintered as if someone had forced it open, sending a jolt of apprehension down the feminized man’s body. His hands hovered over the handle, the baggy hoodie suddenly feeling inadequate against whatever awaited inside. The blonde pushed the door open and stepped into the dim kitchen.

The air was heavy with neglect, the counter cluttered with unwashed dishes, the faint hum of the operational refrigerator the only sound. The gamer’s heart pounded as he moved cautiously forward, his eyes scanning for any sign of his rival. He softly bit his plump lower lip. Whatever he was about to discover, he didn’t think he was going to enjoy it.

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Harry moved cautiously through the dim kitchen of Michael’s townhouse, his heart pounding rapidly as he navigated the clustered space. The air of the room felt heavy with neglect, alluding to a room that hadn’t been touched for some time. If Michael were here, he certainly hadn’t set foot in the kitchen in a long while.

The blonde crept into the hallway, its walls bare and dusty, the eerie silence amplifying his unease. He pushed open the door to a small bathroom, finding it empty, the sink dry and unused. The living room was next, its furniture coated in a thin layer of dust, confirming no one had been here for days.

Harry’s sneakers creaked on the staircase as he ascended, his hand gripping the banister for balance. At the top, he checked a small bedroom, its single bed untouched and unslept in, the closet empty. The main bathroom was equally vacant, the shower curtain pulled back to reveal nothing but a bone-dry tub. The transformed man’s breath hitched as he approached the master bedroom door, sensing like he was in some horror movie where the antagonist serial killer would jump out at him any second, the faint creak of the door sending a shiver down his spine.

Harry pushed the door open and stepped into the room, the curtains drawn tightly shut to rid the space of natural sunlight. A bright glare from a television screen dominated the room, casting stark shadows across a king-sized bed in the center. On the screen, a naked figure was busy pounding on a locked red-walled bedroom door. Harry’s eyes widened as he recognized the character on the TV. It was Lord Mitch Wandsworth, the avatar controlled by Michael in Lifesynced. While the avatar was undeniably him, the figure looked slimmer and frailer than Harry remembered. The blonde softly bit his plump lower lip as he noticed a pink plastic chastity cage encased the character’s cock, keeping the dick Harry had tasted many times looking tiny and useless.

Harry gasped, his full lips parting as he approached the television, the image of Mitch’s desperate attempts to leave the room searing into his mind. On closer inspection of the virtual room, sex toys were scattered around the space. Harry saw vibrators, cuffs, and gags splayed over the floor, as well as a large black butt plug lying ominously on the bed, their presence a cruel echo of Harry’s own humiliations on the game server.

A sudden, brief movement on the real bed inside the master bedroom caught Harry’s attention; the blonde’s big blue eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the figure lying on the dark bed beside him, his arms and legs spread wide and cuffed to the bedposts in a spread-eagled position. Michael was bound to his bed, with his bespectacled eyes closed, and a Lifesynced neural device clasped around his neck.

Shaking his platinum-haired head, Harry stepped closer and saw the same pink plastic chastity cage Michael’s character wore, wrapped around his own cock. The man’s frame was also slimmer and frailer than it had been the last time the transformed gamer had confronted Michael in the real world. Whatever had been happening to Michael in the game was being transferred over to the real world, mirroring Harry’s plight. Michael’s face was contorted in a mixture of shame and anger, reflecting what he must have been feeling inside the virtual reality game.

Without hesitation, Harry lunged forward, his fingers fumbling with the neural device clasp, yanking it from Michael’s neck with a sharp tug. Moments later, Michael’s eyes snapped open, his body jerking against the cuffs as he shouted, “I won’t let you touch me again!” His fists clenched, straining against the leather cuffs, ready to strike. Still, the restraints held firm, preventing Harry’s rival from inflicting any harm.

Harry stepped back, holding his breath as Michael’s wild eyes locked onto his face. “Hayley?” Michael gasped, recognizing Harry’s new look, confusion clouding his expression.

The transformed gamer shook his head slowly, his platinum blonde hair swaying with the motion. “It’s me, Michael, but I’m not Hayley. Welcome back to the real world.”

Michael’s eyes widened, his gaze raking over Harry’s transformed form, the hoodie and jeans doing little to hide the woman he had become. “Harry? You’re… you really look like this? What happened?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

“I woke up from Lifesynced. I finally escaped that cesspool,” Harry explained, his voice soft and sultry despite his lack of dumb dialect. “And when I did, I looked like this. My body, it’s… It’s become Hayley now.”

Michael reached out to take a closer look, but as he did, he tugged at the cuffs, his frame straining against the leather. “Can you get me out of here, please?” he pleaded desperately.

The transformed blonde moved to the bed, his fingers trembling with the cuffs, the glossy nails making the task awkward. He unbuckled the restraints one by one, his hands brushing Michael’s skin, the contact sending an unwanted shiver through his own busty body. The bespectacled man sat up, his eyes dropping to the chastity cage locked around his dick. He grabbed it with alarm, his fingers pulling at it desperately as he tried to remove it, but the device held firm. That thing wasn’t going anywhere. “Fuck,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “This thing… It’s locked tight, just like in that fucking game!”

“Who did this to you?” Harry asked.

Michael’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. “It has to be whoever plays Lex. His goons locked me in that game, and now I’m wearing the same thing out here. It’s gotta be him.”

Harry’s mind raced; a spark of realization dawned on him. “If they managed to physically restrain you, then they know where you live. Lex’s user must live in the city. They’re close.”

Michael nodded with a grim expression, still staring at his useless member. “What happened after we got separated?” Harry asked curiously.

Harry’s old rival shook his head, his eyes distant. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said abruptly. The man slid his bed and began searching his room, opening drawers and rifling through his closet. “The key to this damn thing had to be around here somewhere,” he muttered to himself. However, after a frantic search, he came up empty, his shoulders slumped in defeat as the chastity prison remained.

The blonde watched, a subtle hint of amusement riled up inside of him as he watched his former tormentor struggle with his own predicament.

Michael, frustrated, turned to the transformed gamer, his expression softening. “Look, man, I’m sorry about what I did to you in the game,” he said earnestly. “I went too far. I was so riddled with resentment after all those years of you bullying me, and so obsessed with obtaining that code-rewriting device, I became swallowed up in my emotions.”

Harry turned away, his jaw clenching as he remembered the torment that all started with Michael’s vengeful transformation challenge. “Just, like, focus on the mission, Michael,” he said tightly, a slight habit of his in-game valley-girl dialect slipping out. “This is no time for apologies.” Inside, Harry’s anger and mistrust festered, but he couldn’t afford to dwell on it, not in his current state.

The bespectacled man nodded solemnly, his expression resolute. “Okay. Well, we need to find out who’s controlling Lex in-game. Their real-world identity is the key to fixing us both.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed as he agreed. “Yeah. We find the player, we’ll get our answers.”

Michael straightened up, his naked, slim frame betraying his new determination. “We should work separately, we’ll cover more ground that way. Let’s do our research and meet back together at The Pine Inn on Maple Street. We’ll share what we find and plan our next move.”

Harry nodded. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.” He turned, his sneakers thudding against the floor as he left the naked Michael to get dressed. Stepping back into the hallway, he descended the stairs, ignoring the messy kitchen as he exited through the banged-up back door. He slid into his car and gripped the steering wheel, his pink nails flashing as if to remind the busty blonde of his predicament. He needed to find the truth, and now he had an ally to work with.

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Harry slumped into his gaming chair, the leather creaking under his transformed body as he hunched over his desk inside his apartment. His pink-tipped fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating a series of online forums and public beta logs for Lifesynced. The computer screen glowed with endless threads, articles, and developer notes, in the hope that one of them would mention UltraTek, or Lex Marvel, the sadistic player who’d turned his life into a humiliating nightmare.

His bright blonde hair, streaked with delicate pink highlights, brushed his shoulders as he strolled, the strands tickling his smooth, hairless skin. Every click brought the streamer no closer to answers, and frustration knotted in his stomach as he sifted through Lex’s metadata. The guy was using a VPN, and the user was a ghost, their trailer obscured by layers of digital smoke.

Harry leaned back, rubbing his temples, his long nails softly grazing his skin and sending an unexpected shudder through him. The clock on the screen caught the transformed man’s eyes: 6:47 PM. He was due to meet Michael at The Pine Inn in just over an hour.

A sigh escaped the blonde’s full lips, the sound sultry despite his irritation. His research had yielded nothing useful. He’d hoped to bring something solid to the table, a lead to share with his unlikely ally, but the digital dead ends mocked his efforts. Michael, that scrawny nerd, was always better at this kind of thing, Harry thought bitterly. Despite the resentment burning inside, the blonde knew his former rival’s tech skills were his best shot at finding a way out of this mess. If anyone could dig up the truth, it was that bespectacled geek.

Harry pushed away from the desk, his chair rolling back as he stood, his sneakers pressed softly against the hard floor. The transformed man grabbed his keys from the counter and headed for the door, determined to make it to The Pine Inn on time. His hand reached for the doorknob, but a sudden, visceral unease stopped the man in his tracks, his fingers freezing mid-motion. The sensation was familiar, an echo of the discomfort he’d felt earlier as he got dressed, but now it surged through him tenfold, a suffocating wave that tightened his impressive chest. Harry parted his lips and gasped, his heart racing as he looked down at his outfit. The oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, meant to shield his transformed body from the public, felt wrong, like a betrayal of his very skin. “What the hell?” he muttered, his voice a breathy coo that made him wince.

The blonde tried to push forward, willing his hand to turn the knob, but the thought of stepping out in such modest, shapeless clothes sent an unwanted shudder of disgust through him. Harry’s mind recoiled, an alien thought intruding: he couldn’t go out like this. The idea struck the transformed man like a slap, and he gasped, his plump, inviting lips parting in shock. Where had that come from? The more he swelled on the loose fabric concealing his feminine curves, the more his skin crawled, anxiety pooling in his gut.

Harry’s eyes widened as the realization crashed over him. The exhibitionist trait from his character in Lifesynced, the one that forced him to flaunt his body shamelessly in-game, had bled into the real world. It wasn’t just his body that the game had twisted; it was his mind, twisting his instincts to crave exposure, to only feel right when his curves were on full display for the male gaze.

Desperate to shake the feeling and fight through his instincts, Harry forced himself toward the door again as he grabbed the knob. The anxiety surged more dramatically, overwhelming him. The blonde’s chest tightened as if the baggy clothes were suffocating him. The gamer’s hands trembled, the pink nails catching his eye, a mocking reminder of his transformed state.

He couldn’t do it. The need to shed the baggy layers and embrace something more revealing pulsed through him like an illicit drug. Defeated, the feminized man released the knob. He turned back, his heart pounding with a mix of shame and unwanted anticipation. He moved toward his bedroom, his wide hips swaying involuntarily, the heavy bounce of his breasts a constant humiliation beneath the hoodie.

In his bedroom, Harry flung open his closet, the doors rattling as he scanned the rows of masculine clothes. He pulled out a fitted jacket, holding it against his curvaceous frame, but the thought of wearing it outside sent another wave of unease through him. His fingers brushed a pair of tight jeans, wondering if their painted-on look would appease his new trait, but it still felt wrong, like its masculine trim was a style that didn’t belong.

Nothing in the man’s closet could suppress the growing anxiety, the craving to showcase his body. His DD-cup breasts pressed against the hoodie, begging to be freed, while his plump ass felt ever more confined in the jeans he wore. The exhibitionist trait whispered seductively, urging Harry to embrace his new form, to feel confident only when exposed.

The blonde groaned as he tossed the latest jacket back into the closet. “I need to go shopping,” he muttered to himself, the words heavy with resignation. The idea of stepping into a boutique, of choosing something tight and provocative, filled the gamer with shame, but also sent a signal of unwanted arousal through his body.

He had to meet Michael and uncover Lex’s identity. Still, he could do it looking like this, not in clothes that made him feel invisible. With a final, defeated sigh, he grabbed his keys. He headed out, knowing he’d have to find an outfit that satisfied the trait’s cruel demands before facing the world again.

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The sharp click of stilettos echoed through The Pine Inn, the sound cutting through the quiet hum of conversation from the patrons already in the establishment. Multiple men sitting at the bar turned, their eyes locking onto the source of the sound with undisguised hunger, their gazes trailing over the blonde woman strutting into the dive bar.

Harry felt their stares like a physical weight, each one a reminder of the humiliating transformation that had been forced upon him. His heart pounded with resentment, even as an unwanted warmth spread through his body, his skin tingling with a perverse thrill as his new trait reveled in the same attention. The blonde hated how his body betrayed him, how the male gazes sent a flush of heat through his feminine frame, but he couldn’t stop it.

The gamer’s new outfit clung to every curve, amplifying his exposure: a pink tube top hugged his big, fake breasts, the word “Tease” scrawled across the garment in bold white letters, and the protrusion of his nipples through the top demonstrated his lack of a bra. White hotpants molded to his enhanced derrière, riding low on his hips and leaving his smooth thighs bare, while 4-inch pink heels forced a seductive sway in his step. His blonde hair, streaked with pink, ran loosely over his shoulders, framing the transformed man’s full, pouty, bright pink lips and heavily contoured cheekbones.

Harry hurried toward a secluded booth at the far end of The Pine Inn, his heels clicking against the sticky floor, each step inviting the lustful stares that followed him even further. The transformed gamer had hoped the booth’s distance from the bar’s patrons would offer some shield, a momentary escape from the attention that set his skin ablaze with unwanted arousal.

Sliding into the vinyl seat, he tucked his bare legs beneath the table, his hotpants riding up slightly to give him a minor wedgie and expose more of his thighs. Harry’s heart raced as he tried to focus, checking his phone for the time: 7:57 PM. Michael would arrive soon, if he wasn’t running late, and Harry needed to stay sharp. He only had meager findings to share with his former tormentor. He could only hope his rival had uncovered something useful about Lex’s identity.

Harry’s solitude was shattered when an unknown young man approached him, his swagger dripping with arrogance as he broke off from the group at the bar. He wore a tight white vest that clung to his muscular chest, accentuating every ripple, and black cargo pants that hung low despite the skull and crossbow belt wrapped around his waist. Without invitation, the cocky man slid into the booth beside Harry, his thigh immediately pressing against the blonde’s, sending a shudder through Harry’s curvaceous frame. “Hey, pretty girl,” the man said sleazily. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in a long time,” he said confidently as his eyes roamed over the transformed gamer’s slutty body, lingering on the word “Tease” stretched across Harry’s chest. “A fine piece of ass like you shouldn’t be drinking alone. Let me buy you a drink.”

The words ignited a rush of heat through Harry’s body, the unique traits he had adopted in game amplifying the humiliating sensation, making his nipples harden against the thin tube top. The blonde’s cheeks flushed, a soft giggle escaping his pouty lips despite the streamer’s disgust. “I’m not interested,” Harry said, his voice a sensual coo that betrayed his intent. “I’m waiting for someone.”

The man’s grin widened, his eyes catching the flush on Harry’s feminine face, the slight tremble in his posture. He knew the woman beside him was turned on. “Come on, sweetheart,” he pressed, leaning closer, his breath hot against the blonde’s ear. The man’s hand slid under the table as his fingers squeezed Harry’s crotch through the tight, hot pants, the touch sending a jolt of heat through the transformed gamer’s body. Harry’s thighs clenched, his body betraying him as a soft moan slipped from his bright pink lips. “I’d love to feel those cocksucking lips around me in the bathroom over there,” the man whispered suggestively, his eyes directed at the restroom sign across the bar.

Harry gasped, his mind screaming to push the man away, to escape the violation, but his trait-driven body leaned into the touch, amplifying the blonde’s shame. Panic surged as Harry glanced toward the bar’s entrance, desperate for a way out. His eyes locked on Michael, who had just stepped through the doorway, his slim frame and bespectacled face unmistakable as he headed toward the booth. Relief flooded Harry, and he seized the moment. “My friend’s here,” the transformed man said quickly, his voice breathy with urgency as he tried to pull away from the man’s grasp.

The arrogant man followed Harry’s gaze, his eyes landing on Michael. He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that grated through Harry’s soul. “That scrawny nerd?” the vested man scoffed, his hand still resting possessively on Harry’s thigh, fingers brushing the edge of his hotpants. “Forget about him. You need a real man in your life, not some loser like that.”

Desperate to break free, Harry slid out of the booth, his heels wobbling as he stood. He wrapped his arms around the approaching Michael’s neck, pulling him close before the nerd could react. Harry’s full, pouty pink lips pressed against his rival’s in a long, sensual French kiss, his tongue attacking Michael’s with a fervor that shocked them both. The kiss was deep, their lips locking tightly, Harry’s tongue entwining his former nemesis’s in a heated dance that sent a thrill through his feminine body.

His exhibitionist trait reveled in the public display, his busty frame pressed against Michael’s slight build, the pink tube top straining against his heaving breasts as his sensitive nipples grazed the fabric.

The arrogant man watched, his grin fading into a scowl. “Fine,” he muttered, standing up with a dismissive wave. “You two losers deserve each other.” He turned and walked off, disappearing into the bar’s crowd, his mocking laughter echoing behind him.

When the coast was clear, Harry broke the kiss abruptly, stepping back, his cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. His hands rested on his hips, his outfit accentuating his slutty curves. Michael’s eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Well, it’s good to see you too,” he said jokingly.

Harry glared at the man, his pouty lips pursed in irritation. “Forget that ever happened,” he snapped. The blonde slid back into the booth, gesturing for Michael to join him. “Let’s just talk about what we found.”

Michael nodded, his jovial grin fading as he sat across from Harry, his eyes briefly flickering over the blonde’s provocative outfit. Harry’s heart still raced from the encounter, his body tingling with the lingering effects of his trait’s betrayal, but he forced his focus onto the task ahead, determined to uncover Lex’s identity and end this nightmare once and for all.

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Harry sat in the secluded booth at The Pine Inn, his busty frame shifting uncomfortably as the tube top clung to his big, fake breasts, the word “Tease” stretched across his chest in bold white letters. Hit hotpants hugged his round ass, while his pink heels dangled beneath the table, brushing the sticky floor.

The lingering heat from his encounter with the obnoxious man still coursed through the gamer’s body, his unwanted traits amplifying every uncalled-for sensation. The feminized man leaned forward and cleared his throat, his pink lips parting with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Umm, I don’t have much to share,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment. “I’ve been scouring forums, digging into Lex’s IP logs, anything I could find. But he’s using a VPN, and it’s led me on a wild goose chase to nowhere.”

Michael leaned back in the booth, his slimmer body clad in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, a faint smile curling his lips despite the chastity prison locked beneath the outfit. The nerd’s eyes lingered on Harry’s sexy outfit a moment too long before he spoke. “Well, Harry. Lucky for you, I’m a lot smarter than you,” he said, his tone teasing but sharp. “Guess it pays to have a brain like mine.”

The blonde’s cheeks flushed in irritation. Harry crossed his arms, the top straining against his impressive tits, before glaring at Michael. “Just get to the point,” he snapped.

Harry’s rival’s smile widened, undeterred. “I’ve got a blackhat hacker friend who is a genius at finding needles in haystacks,” the bespectacled man said confidently. “He managed to hack into Lifesynced’s user servers, and it was surprisingly easy; it shows how safe our data really is.” Michael chuckled before continuing. “He activated the registration database, and it doesn’t matter what VPN Lex is using. Every player has to provide a verifiable postal address when they sign up for the beta program.”

Harry gasped, his full lips parting as his heart raced with hope. “You found him?” he asked, his sultry voice trembling with urgency.

The rival nodded, his expression growing serious. “The registration address is right here in Santa Cruz. In fact, it’s a house just a few blocks down from where you live. The registered owner is an elderly Mexican man, but the property is often listed as a short-term Airbnb rental unit.” He paused, leaning forward, his voice lowering. “I cross-checked the city’s energy usage reports, and that address has had an unusually high electricity bill for the last couple of months. There’s no doubt about it, the guy playing Lex is in that house.”

The blonde’s hand slammed onto the table, the impact making his big breasts bounce beneath the tube top. “We have to go there now,” Harry said fiercely, prompting multiple glances in his direction. The attention prompted the feminized man to lower his voice. “We can’t wait any longer.”

Michael raised a hand, his brow furrowing with caution. “Slow down, Hayley.. Uhh, Harry,” he said, trying to move past his slip of the tongue. “We don’t know what we’re walking into. Lex is a wealthy powerhouse in Lifesynced, with influence and resources. If he’s as rich and powerful out here, we don’t know what’s waiting for us.”

Harry leaned forward, his big blue eyes blazing with defiance as he gestured to his transformed body, the slutty tube top accentuating his form. “Look at me, Michael,” he snapped. “I’m stuck in this body, with these… fucking tits, this face, everything. It can’t get any worse for me.” The blonde’s hands rested on his hips, the hotpants hugging his plump ass, the movement drawing Michael’s gaze too long, his eyes lingering on the swell of Harry’s breasts.

The bespectacled man’s expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face as he adjusted his glasses. “I hear you,” his hand absently brushing his own crotch where his locked manhood stayed imprisoned. “It’s your call, Harry. If you’re ready to face this, I’m right there with you.”

The transformed blonde’s resolve hardened, his pink, perfect nails digging into his palms as he clenched his fists beneath the table. “We’re going to that house,” he said, his sultry voice firm with determination. “Let’s get him tonight.”

Michael nodded as he clasped his hands together on the table, his jaw tightening, leaning forward. “Then that’s what we’re doing,” he said resolutely. “We’ll confront that bastard together.”

Harry stood, his 4-inch heels clicking sexily as he slid out of the booth. The new stares from the bar’s patrons sent a fresh wave of heat through his body, making his nipples harden against his top again. The blonde ignored the attention, his focus locked on the mission ahead.

Michael followed, a couple of steps behind his transformer former foe, his eyes trailing over Harry’s slutty sway, the seductive curve of his ass accentuated by the heels and his tight pants. As they moved toward the exit, Michael caught the eye of the arrogant man who had flirted with Harry earlier, still standing at the bar, watching the pair exit. Michael winked at the man, a fleeting gesture that went unnoticed by Harry, an act that showed how much fun Michael was having with his former bully, all transformed despite his intent on helping him return to his former form.

Harry tottered through the doors and stepped into the cool Santa Cruz night. He waited for Michael to follow him before the pair turned toward the parking lot, intent on confronting the man who had dominated them both. It was time for payback.

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Harry and Michael pulled up to the Airbnb location in a quiet Santa Cruz neighborhood, the car’s engine cutting off with a low hum. Michael leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the house. Every window was dark, save for a faint green glow emanating from an upstairs bedroom. “That’s our target,” the nerd said, his voice low but steady. “Just that one light. Whoever’s in there is probably hooked into the game in that room.”

Harry nodded, his heart pounding nervously as he gripped the steering wheel, his pink nails digging into the leather. His pink top still clung to his fake chest, the word “Tease” mocking him, while his hotpants hugged his ass, the 4-inch pink heels awkward as he stepped out of the vehicle. The cool night air brushed the blonde’s exposed skin, sending a shiver through his feminine form.

The pair moved toward the house, their footsteps soft on the pavement. Michael scanned the exterior, his bespectacled gaze searching for threats. “No security cameras,” he murmured tensely. “That’s a good sign.”

Michael tried the front door, pressing down on the handle, but it held firm, locked tight. “Damn it,” he muttered, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy before he moved onto the back door, which was also secured. As he moved back around the front, the nerd’s eye caught a slightly open window besides the front entrance, its frame ajar just enough to offer a chance.

“Wait here,” the man told Harry, his slim frame already hoisting itself up. He climbed through with surprising agility, disappearing into the house. Moments later, a soft click echoed, and the front door swung open. Michael gestured inside. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll check downstairs first. You head upstairs.”

Harry nodded, his heels clicking faintly as he stepped inside, the sound sharp inside the silent house. “Got it,” he said, accepting the instructions. Michael headed toward the living room, while the feminized man ascended the staircase, his steps slow and cautious. The green hue guided him to a room with a half-closed door.

Harry’s heart raced as he gently pushed the door open, the creak louder than he’d liked it to be. The room was dark, except for the three monitors casting an eerie light, their screens displaying images of the Lifesynced environment. The center monitor showed Lex Marvel’s avatar in his opulent CEO office, exuding power. The transformed blonde’s eyes locked onto a figure seated in a large computer chair, facing the screens, a neural device clasped around their neck, the chair hiding their form.

The busty blonde stepped forward until his heels caught on a sliver of string placed inches above the carpet, tripping a wire stretched across the floor. An alarm blared, shrill and piercing, and the figure in the chair jerked, the neural device disengaging as they logged out. Harry stood alert as the figure swiveled around to face the transformed man, ready to confront the man who had done this to him. Except, the image staring back at him wasn’t a man at all, it was a woman with a wide, confident smile.

The woman’s long blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, shimmering with a sleek sheen. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, her pouty lips curved in a knowing smirk. Her slim, lithe, athletic body was clad in a tight black tank top and leggings, accentuating a subtle cleavage that hinted at understated allure. Harry’s big blue eyes widened in shock and horror, his breath catching as he recognized the woman facing him. It wasn’t just any woman—it was his girlfriend, Georgia Roberts.

Georgia’s smile widened, her green eyes glinting with triumph. “Hello, Hayley,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “You look so good. We should go shopping together sometime. You’d make the perfect mall slut, strutting around with me.” Her voice was filled with amusement as the woman took in the moment.

Harry’s mind raced, a million thoughts colliding as his heart pounded faster. He fumbled, his pink nails trembling as he stared at her. “G-Georgia? Why?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Did you do this to me?” He glanced down at his busty form.

Georgia’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, I did,” she said, her tone unapologetic. “And I don’t regret it for a minute.”

“How?” Harry demanded, his voice rising with desperation. He had so many unanswered questions, he had no idea which ones to ask first. “How did you do this?”

The girlfriend leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, her athletic frame relaxed but commanding the room. “That code-rewriting device your friend tried to steal, the one I have in my possession,” she said smoothly. “It’s incredible. It can actually connect to any neural device, and it lets you alter the very building blocks of someone’s being, their very DNA. I reshaped you, Hayley, and here you are.”

The transformed blonde’s eyes widened, gasping sharply. “Why would you do this to your own boyfriend?” he asked the woman sitting before him, his voice breaking with betrayal.

Georgia grinned, her plump lips curling with malice. “Why? I was tired of being seen as nothing but your prized trophy anymore,” she said, her voice turning sharper. “You paraded me around, boasted to your friends, treated me like a possession with no ambitions, no skills, no damn smarts. I wanted you to know what it’s like being a pretty bimbo prize, the feel the weight of every male stare.”

The woman leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto his. “I’m not as dumb as you think I am, Hayley,” she looked her transformed boyfriend up and down. “Your body loves it, doesn’t it? The way it reacts, all hot and needy.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed, shame mixing with fury. “Look, I’m sorry, Georgia,” he said, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Please, you have to change me back.”

Georgia pouted, her lips mocking his plea. “It’s funny how an animal is sorry once it’s been cornered. And why would I change you back?” she asked, her voice full of condescension. “You look so perfect like this. Manipulating Mitch was easy, and now you’re Hayley in the real world, exactly as I wanted.”

The blonde streamer’s fists clenched, his long nails digging into his palms. “You won’t get away with this, you bitch,” he said, his voice fierce despite the soft lilt of his new soprano.

The woman grinned, raising her hand to reveal the ring glinting on her finger. “Oh, no? Perhaps you’ve forgotten something, darling,” she said, her voice laced with triumph as she displayed the Master ring on her ring finger. “I still hold this.”

Harry gasped, his eyes dropping to the slave ring on his own finger, its presence almost forgotten until Georgia reminded the blonde of his plight.

Georgia grinned, softly licking her full lips as she consumed Harry’s discomfort. “Now, how about we restore that cute valley-girl dialect you’ve been missing. It was so charming inside the game, I’m sure it’ll be just as fun out here in the real world.” She smiled deviously.

The transformed gamer coughed, his throat tightening as his voice box adjusted its new instructions, the Master ring making Georgia’s commands absolute in Harry’s mind. “Like, oh my gosh, Georgia, please stop this!” he pleaded, the words spilling out in a humiliating cadence as his cheeks burned with shame.

Harry’s girlfriend’s smile turned wicked, her green eyes glinting with sadistic delight as she heard that familiar bimbo dialect. “Oh, I’m just getting started, sweetie,” she said menacingly. “I wonder what else I can have you do for me.” She stood up, her high ponytail swaying, her athletic frame exuding control as she narrowed the gap between the two blondes. “Let’s find out how much fun we can have with that slutty body of yours.”

Georgia’s grin widened, her pouty lips parting as she prepared to issue her next command, her voice dripping with anticipation. “I know,” she said, her tone wickedly playful, as if a cat was toying with a mouth. However, before the words could entirely leave the woman’s lips, a sharp crack split the air, and Georgia’s eyes widened in shock.

A baseball bat had struck the back of her head with a sickening thud, and Georgia crumpled to the floor, her lithe body limp and unconscious. Harry gasped, his heart racing as his pink-tipped fingers covered his plump, pink mouth.

The transformed man’s big blue eyes darted upward, relief overwhelming him as he saw Michael standing over Georgia’s fallen form, the bat still gripped tightly in his hands. Their gazes locked, wide with shock, the silence heavy between them as the reality of Georgia’s betrayal and Harry’s narrow escape sank in, leaving them staring at each other in stunned disbelief. What was their next move?

End of Chapter Nine