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Stacey froze, feeling the cold of the polished floor beneath her bare feet. Her pink suit, hugging every curve of her body, felt foreign, like a second skin forced upon her. A foreign heart thudded in her chest—rapidly, as though warning of something inevitable drawing near.
"Object: James Richardson. Status: Player. Goal: Intimate interaction," — a holographic window popped up in front of her eyes. Stacey blinked, trying to erase the text, but the letters only pulsed brighter. Matt, who had recently become Stacey, widened his eyes in surprise and swallowed a lump in his throat—his lump. Even his breathing was different now: light, shallow, with a hint of a perfume he would never have chosen.
He had become Stacey by some strange accident and still didn’t understand why. It was just a sex-VR game he entered for fun, and this Stacey was one of many NPCs he’d been having fun with. Although, he...