Skater.exe

You sit back in your creaky desk chair, boredom coursing through your veins as you scroll endlessly through subreddits and half-finished YouTube videos. That’s when you see it – a shady-looking download link titled Rebirth.exe. The page is covered in weird glitchy text: “Choose your best self – become it forever.”

Curiosity sparks in your chest. You open the program. The window pops up, a black screen with neon green options flickering one by one: gamer.exe, artist.exe, skater.exe, popstar.exe…

You smirk. Skater.exe? Why not. You click it, half expecting a Rick Roll.

Instead, the screen goes black. Your monitor flickers, glowing with a bright green flash. You feel heat building under your skin as your body locks up in the chair, your fingers trembling on the keyboard.

Then it starts.

Your chest feels tight – like someone’s pressing two warm hands firmly against it from the inside. You let out a gasp, your voice cracking higher as your nipples harden under your shirt. A moan slips past your lips as your pecs swell out into round, heavy breasts that jiggle slightly with each shaky breath. Your oversized shirt begins to hang differently, the collar slipping to reveal your delicate collarbones and the smooth slope of your neck.

Your stomach tenses and flattens, waist squeezing inward with a ticklish warmth that makes you giggle involuntarily. Why am I giggling? You try to focus, but your thoughts feel fuzzy, airy, like you’re high on something electric.

Your hips pop outward with a muffled crack, thighs swelling with plush curves. Your jeans tighten uncomfortably before reshaping around your slender legs, the denim becoming worn and soft as your ass fills out into a perky, plump shape that lifts you slightly higher in your seat. You feel a tingling rush between your legs as your manhood tingles with pins and needles, retreating and curling inward until a wave of heat pulses deep inside you. You arch your back, your entire body humming with pleasure as your new womanhood forms – so sensitive it makes you whimper softly.

Your face tingles, bone structure melting into smoothness. Your nose shrinks into a cute button shape, cheekbones rising, lips plumping into a soft pout. Long brown hair spills down your shoulders and chest, framing your vision as bangs tickle your forehead.

You blink rapidly, your vision sharpening behind large round glasses now perched on your tiny nose. A heavy green cap slides down over your hair – backward of course – with a flick of the brim. You feel an unfamiliar weight on your chest and see the gold necklace resting against your skin, catching the dim computer light.

Your oversized green skater tee feels comfy and breezy, showing a sliver of your tight stomach. Your jeans sit low on your wide hips, loose enough to slide around your slender legs but hugging your curves in just the right way to show off your perky new ass.

You glance around as your dim, cluttered bedroom flickers and shifts. The carpet morphs into a woven gray and white rug, a plush knitted blanket draped over a stylish couch. Skateboards lean against the walls. Posters of graffiti art and half-pipe tricks line the room. A faint scent of sweet shampoo and vanilla perfume fills the air, mixed with the rubbery tang of skate wheels.

You feel your new breasts jiggle as you shift in your seat, your nipples brushing your shirt and making you gasp quietly. A giggle bubbles from your lips again, your mind feeling airy and… spunky? Why would I feel upset… I look so cute. You stick out your tongue and snap a selfie instinctively, feeling a little ditzy but loving the vibe.

You tilt your head, your silky hair brushing your cheek, and smirk at your reflection on the black computer screen.

“How could I be mad,” you mumble with a giggle, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger. “Like… I’m totally adorable.”

And as you push yourself up from the chair, feeling the sway of your hips and the bounce of your breasts, all you can think about is grabbing your board from the corner and heading out to show off this cute new look to the world.