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The room smelled like lilacs and the sickly-sweet scent of body lotion. Soft light glided across the glass surface of the vanity, reflecting off powder compacts, perfume bottles, and a pink vibrator neatly tucked in its box.

‘Shit… Again. What the hell is happening to me…’

Flashed through Erika’s mind as she bent down, still rummaging in search of that very stone with the neat engraving—the one she believed was behind everything she was now seeing in front of her. And not just seeing, but feeling, as her breasts swayed slightly with a heavy, unfamiliar weight inside the red swimsuit that seemed like the most… decent thing to wear. At least it covered something. The closet was full of clothes that made her sweat just looking at them: tiny tops, lace bras, shiny miniskirts, cat and nurse costumes. And this swimsuit... it felt like the only decent option, since walking around naked at home seemed even weirder.

— Maybe... maybe this is better than that... — she muttered unexpectedly, having frozen for a few seconds in that position, her gaze now locked onto a latex cat costume hanging on a separate hook by the mirror. It was glossy black, tight, but still revealing—with a deep plunge neckline, a zipper running from the navel all the way up to the neck, and a long, fluffy tail.

Her lips parted slightly. Not out of desire—more like shock, from how her body reacted to the outfit. Something inside her was pulling toward that costume. ‘You’ve lost your damn mind, Erik… Erika…’ Once again, it was hard for her to call herself by her old name, even though everything inside was screaming that this was all wrong, that she was still the same Erik who just yesterday, like his whole life “before,” used to mock girls who hustled guys for donations on streams—while trolling those same girls in their chat feeds, calling them second-rate hookers stealing the spotlight from real gamers.

His name was Erik. 24. A legend among toxic gamers in Overblood, with a Twitch channel where he could tear apart anyone who stepped even slightly out of his comfort zone. Especially women. — Git good or get on OnlyFans — said the tagline on his stream, and he was proud of it.

An hour ago, he woke up in this body. And now Erika—or LollaLips, as it read on the leather tag stitched to the fluffy robe she found draped over the back of a chair—had been walking around the apartment for over forty minutes, groping under cabinets, between cushions, even in the laundry basket, desperately trying to find that damned stone. The one that came in the mail with a postcard and no return address, scratched with the words: “Enjoy what you used to hate.” She had snorted then, thinking it was some dumb gift from another weird follower. But now… now it felt less like a prank and more like a suffocating nightmare come to life.

In that time, she’d already gotten pissed off at the sound of her voice—too high, too sweet, like even her anger was getting rinsed out somewhere deep in her subconscious. She tried to shout like before—loud and sharp, the way she used to flame whiny teammates through the mic. But what came out of her mouth was more like:

— Ugh, where are you, you silly little stone...

Too cute. Too harmless.

The body had a life of its own. Every step turned into a graceful sway of the hips, like she was walking a runway, not trying to escape a fucking curse. Her hips carried a pleasant yet strange heaviness, the inner thighs brushing against each other, softly rubbing, reminding her just how big they'd become. Her bare feet clung to the soft carpet, and with every step, she could feel her Tits sway from side to side, tugging her skin down.

— What now… a sweet damn lollipop to complete the humiliation? — muttered Erika, and even the curses that spun on her tongue came out like they were wrapped in silk, in a sweet, almost purring voice. Her gaze seemed glued to the cat costume. Latex sparkled in the setting sun, and the fluffy tail looked like it was winking at her—like it was… calling her. And something deep in her belly answered with a strange, faintly ticklish sensation.

— No... No-no — she mumbled, straightening up and taking a deep breath, though her eyes couldn’t look away. — This is just... just me going crazy, it’s all because of that... that damn stone...

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