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“Hey, idiot! It’s me! Yes, it’s me, Steven fucking Brenks! I don’t know how this happened, but for some reason I look like this right now… damn, these fucking boobs are so annoying,” she grumbled, adjusting her chest during the video chat. Her friend Matt stared at the screen, wide-eyed, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, sure, Steven. And I’m Santa Claus. Nice try at the prank, but I’m not falling for it,” Matt replied, leaning back in his chair with an amused grin.

“This is not a joke, dumbass!” Steven snapped, her voice shrill and childishly girlish, much to her disappointment. “I downloaded some stupid app on my phone, ‘Dream Woman Creator’ or something, just to see what it was. Next thing I know, I'm looking at this reflection in the mirror!" She gestured to her luscious body, her hands subconsciously tracing the curves she now despised, her breasts swaying again with the movement. "Now I'm stuck like this, and I can't change back!"

Matt couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. "Damn, man - er, girl - whatever, that's rich. You expect me to believe that an app turned you into some kind of... I don't know, sex doll version of yourself? Steven is a fucking womanizer who never..."

"I'm telling you, it's me!" she snapped, wanting to sound menacing, but her new, higher, seductive voice couldn't do it.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, princess. What was it called? Some kind of magical app that turned you into the girl of your dreams?" Matt couldn't stop laughing, but he still stared at the girl's huge tits and the way she jiggled and touched his cock off camera. "What, did you want to be a slut or something?"

"I didn't want anything like that!" she took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "I can't change back even after I reinstalled the app, and now... now I can't stop thinking about..." She cut herself off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Matt raised an eyebrow, catching the slip. "Thinking about what, Stevie? Go ahead, spit it out. You've got my attention now."

Steven hesitated, her gaze darting away from the camera. "I... I keep having these thoughts, urges. Like... wanting to... do things. With guys," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession made her feel even more humiliated, a shiver running down her spine as unwanted desires continued to gnaw at her. She shifted uncomfortably, her new body betraying her as her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her top, causing her to shudder in unwanted pleasure.

Matt chuckled darkly, leaning closer to the screen. “Oh, this is getting good. So what’s stopping you? I mean, you look the part, right?” He smirked, clearly enjoying the discomfort it was causing her.

“Shut up! This isn’t funny!” she screamed, feeling a sickening embarrassment twist in her stomach. “I’ve been trying to fight it, but it’s getting harder. Every time I move, I feel... arousal. And it’s not just physical. It’s like my thoughts are changing too. I keep finding myself thinking about... things I never would have thought of before.” "Well, well, well," Matt said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "You're becoming quite the little slut, aren't you?"

"Fuck you, Matt!" Steven hissed, but her anger was mixed with something else she didn't want to admit. Her breathing was quickening now, her body reacting to the very idea Matt was planting in her mind. "Hey, I'm just calling it like it is. Let's say you were Steven, which you probably weren't, but you're definitely not Steven anymore. You're, I don't know, Stephanie? No, that's too cute. Maybe... Stacy? Yeah, Stacy. That's a good slut name for you."

She blushed, unable to resist, her body responding in a way that she liked being spoken to like that, being called a slut. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, feeling her resolve crumble. "It's not me. I'm not... I'm not a slut." But Matt just laughed again, cruelly and relishing her misery. "Oh, come on, don't be such a prude! You look like you'd jump the first guy you see."

"No, I... I wouldn't," she muttered, but the words felt like a lie, even as she said them, she could feel her voice wavering. Her hand moved along her short-skirted ass, and, unable to keep it together, she bit her plump lip, letting out a soft moan and imagining herself being fucked like a cheap slut by the first guy she met. "I need to get out of here," she said, more to herself than to Matt.

"Where are you going, Stacy?" Matt taunted, his voice following her as she headed for the door. "Going to find yourself a nice cock to suck? Or maybe you'll just spread your legs for the first guy you see?"

“Shut up, Jake,” she whispered, but the words had no effect and she turned off the phone. Stacey shook her head, feeling the soft strands of her now long hair brush against her shoulders, remembering the last thing she had seen on her phone screen after her transformation. The message “Enjoy your new life” and that was it.

But when she stepped outside, the unfamiliar sway of her hips and the way the men’s eyes followed her every move made her shudder. And no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the itch grew stronger, whispering thoughts she didn’t want to hear.

She noticed a man walking toward her, his gaze glued to her body in a way that made her skin crawl. But instead of the disgust she had expected, there was something else – excitement, a twisted arousal that both terrified and excited her.

"Hello, baby," the man greeted roughly, not even bothering with manners, confident that this girl would not refuse.

Instead of brushing him off, she found herself smiling back, a real, genuine smile that made her stomach churn with disgust. "Hello," she said quietly, her voice dripping with a sweetness she didn't recognize.

And then, without thinking, without even realizing what she was doing, she reached out and touched his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and she felt a surge of power, something dark and primal that she had never known before.

"What's a sweet creature like you doing all alone?" the man asked, leaning closer.

"I... I'm just... looking for a little fun," she heard herself say, the words escaping before she could stop them.

The man smirked, his eyes slid over her body. “Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Before she knew it, he was pulling her against him, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. Stacey gasped, her body reacting instantly, pressing against him, wanting more. And then, without thinking, she kissed him, her hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt, feeling the hardness beneath it.

Deep down, Stephen screamed in protest, but Stacey silenced him with a moan of pleasure. She wasn’t Stephen anymore. She was Stacey, and Stacey was exactly what Matt had said.

A slut.