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Emma Undercover - Episode 3

The text of the story is in the attachment. I also strongly recommend putting on La Vie en Rose in Louis Armstrong’s voice in the background.

P.S. The continuation was made upon request. If you’re interested in something like this, send me a private message.

Ex-girlfriend's revenge - Part 2

A small continuation as part of revisiting some old stuff, lol =D.

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- You fucking cunt! Quickly change me back! What have you done to me ?!

Charlie was holding a phone with video conferencing turned on with Jessica - his ex-girlfriend, who, so unexpectedly for him, suddenly decided to call him

- Oh no, Charlie, or rather Goldie, it's irreversible

- What do you mean irreversibly ?! Are you stupid ?! I'll kill you!

- Oh no, I thought about that too. You wi...

Rethinking the Old - Undercover

From time to time I go back to my old stories — though you’ve probably noticed that. This time, I was thinking that maybe I should rewrite this one.

https://www.deviantart.com/green-tg/art/Undercover-part-1-811767123

Well... for now I was just fooling around a bit with image generation, and then, as usual =D, I switched to something else.

Not sure I’ll actually g...

Route 60

Part 1

— Woo-oo-oo! Now that’s a body! — a loud whistle rang out from the corner of the roadside café. — Girl, what modeling agency did you escape from?

Mallory turned around, clutching her dark sunglasses. Something twisted inside — irritation? Or shame? She hadn’t decided yet. The tight black shorts were pulling across her ass, and the red tank top, which had seemed fine earlier, now felt way too revealing. The bag’s strap burned her shoulder, and her breasts — ...

Free Genie #12 - Perfect Housewife

It was already late in the evening, and to be honest, I was so damn tired of this endless messing around with rags, of the smell of Domestos that had seeped into the skin of my fingers, of the draft crawling along my legs because the windows were wide open — “to air it out after cleaning,” as I now told myself. My knees ached like I’d really been living in this body not for a week, but for ten freaking years. But the strangest thing was, all this stuff — the cleaning, dusting, cooki...

Stoned Wizard

Go Read Anna Karenina

You can say all you want that YouTube is just cheap dopamine, that the content there is like fast food for your brain — but sometimes, one single video can turn your life so far around, there’s no coming back.

Rayshon, a twenty-year-old guy from the South Bronx, with tattoos scattered across his fingers, cropped jeans, and sneakers that always looked like they were halfway falling off, wasn’t a nerd or a bookworm. He was into beats, concrete courts, and not getting shot just for l...

This Is No Longer a Costume

Standing in the middle of the room, staring into the large mirror, Tim frowned.

Reflected back at him was a tall blonde with long wavy hair, wearing a tight brown top and a pair of workout pants. Her belly exposed, waist slim... And her breasts — massive, gigantic, and way too fake-looking, which wasn’t far from the truth, considering they were literally two fitness balls. The stomach, by the way, was also part of the clever costume — a silicone sculpted torso that wrapped over th...

Reality Rain

Goddamn it, now I don’t even have my keys on me. How the hell am I supposed to get inside?

— Come on, Trev! Open up! — I snapped, banging on the door, and winced right away, either from the pain—my fingers were freakishly sensitive now—or from hearing my own voice. This is fucked up. I just hope I’m imagining all this. Just like the rest of the guys who, like me, got caught in that freak rain and... turned into chicks.

— Shit... — I hissed, stepping back and pushin...

Strange Little Suitcase

The sun cast bright rays down onto the earth, lighting up the backyard of a large country house, where a girl was slowly walking along a path drowning in greenery — a girl whose appearance wouldn’t leave a single soul indifferent. And she knew it. Knew it all too well — and hated it deep inside, hated it without the faintest clue how to undo it. At least get her dick back…

Fourteen days ago, she had still been Trevor Decker — a cunning little suck-up in Romero’s crew, playin...

Crazy Ell

The hot light streamed through a panel of amber stone, as if filling the room with some kind of magic. The air carried the scent of something salty and herbal, thick like after a sauna. He... now she, though she didn’t know it yet, was lying on a lounge chair, feeling like something was off. The masseur had left quite a while ago and still hadn’t come back.

— Um... Sorry— she hesitated, hearing her own voice and immediately cleared her throat — Kkh-kh! What the...

Proppi...

Flat-Chested Reincarnation

James. James Brown. 42 years old and... a virgin. Yeah, like even I could believe that, but it was true. I'm a system admin, a homebody, constantly pissed at clients and my own reflection in the mirror. Life was like a broken record: work, home, computer, Friday dumplings with ketchup, and another sleepless night on porn forums.

I was walking home, same as always, crossing Mason Avenue and Linden Street, staring off into the distance while some old cybersecurity podcast droned in my hea...

Let's Just Watch a Movie

The silence of the room was broken only by the occasional muffled sobs coming from the pillow the girl had buried her face into. Her narrow shoulders trembled, and the light fabric of her skirt rustled faintly with her small movements. The pink top stretched across her back, revealing a tattoo—yet another disgusting reminder of how far things had gone.

– Why the hell are you still crying? – a hoarse, irritated voice shattered the sticky calm of the room. – It's been hours of the...

How I Became a Harpy

*Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

— Greg, for fuck's sake, goddamn you. I told you to come straight in, not ring the bell and wait for someone to open the door... — I mumbled... or rather, whispered. Or more precisely, she whispered.

I was crouching in the bathroom, staring into the mirror at a curvy stranger with wings instead of arms, massive tits, disgustingly long eyelashes, and a shirt hanging on her like it was on a hanger, tight only in all the wrong places.

My heart was pou...

HotLabGirl

In a small room barely accommodating an old couch piled with pillows, a narrow table cluttered with half-empty coffee mugs, and a bulky monitor perched on a wooden stand, the air hung heavy after a wild night. An open energy drink can, men's clothes—clearly the kind worn by old guys—strewn nearby, and the steady blinking of the monitor completed the scene of Trevor's modest room. A graduate student at the university, he lived here on the second floor of the campus.

However, today, j...

Fun Vacation

Oh. We’d just woken up after our first night at the hotel. The first night in this body, where everything felt totally different from what I was used to, and these two assholes, like they’d chugged energy drinks in their sleep, were now jumping around me like a couple of monkeys, not even letting me have a normal breakfast.

— Come on, put on a normal face already, — Max laughed, jabbing his phone at me.

I rolled my eyes, feeling how the banana in my hand was hanging limply...

A Quick Descent Down the Corporate Ladder

— Let. Me. GO! You fucking chunks of dumb meat! I’m your boss! — the girl shrieked hysterically, struggling in the grip of the security guards who effortlessly held her in place, not even straining. They were following the orders of the one who was now their boss — or at least looked exactly like Richard Blake, CEO of B-Tech Industries, a company with 8,000 employees and a multibillion-dollar turnover.

One of the guards chuckled, still gripping her arm as she thrashed.

—...

Bro-Girlfriend

Part 1

— So where is she... — Lucy muttered quietly, walking slowly along the walls lined with books in the city library’s reading room. Her voice was soft, almost distracted, but there was steady confidence in her steps — her intuition rarely failed her.

She knew who she was looking for. More precisely, who she was following. And the moment she turned the corner, her eyes landed on a familiar head of hair: long, dark blue strands with a faint turquoise shimmer cascading d...

Truly Getting into the Role

Jason stood in a brown skirt and a loosely laced white peasant blouse, waiting for the monologue of “the peasant Frenham,” played by Trevor, to reach its final breath—that strange moment when the stage seems to freeze, hanging in anticipation of the next line, when he would approach “Agatha” and hand her the flowers, expressing in that gesture all his care, love, and hope that his feelings might be returned.

A fairly ordinary, routine performance. For the third year in a row, ...

Kiss of True Love

Robert hated Alt Shift. Every time he looked in the mirror, instead of the gray-haired CEO Robert Stevenson, he saw... her. A girl. Young. Indian. With features so foreign to his former self. Plump lips, expressive eyes, full breasts. He hated the pink sari that tickled her thighs with every movement. He hated those tits, bouncing with every turn of the car, sweating under that damned, suffocating bra. But most of all, he hated the way his “husband” looked at him now — that smug bastard...

Not my wedding

"Shit..." Brandon thought, taking a deep breath and feeling how his—no, Veronica’s—long hair lightly tickled his bare shoulders with every small movement of his head. The delicate pearl earrings swayed softly, brushing against the skin just below his earlobes. Footsteps sounded from behind the door, and he turned his head, once again noticing how the silky strands grazed his skin, as if whispering: "This is real, Brandon..."

— Ronnie, sweetheart, are you ready? — came the fami...

Say it...

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Executive Employee - Episode 2

To say this day had been a nightmare for Miranda would be an understatement. It was already half past five, and she still hadn’t received ev

Episode 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/132410588

To say this day had been a nightmare for Miranda would be an understatement. It was already half past five, and she still hadn’t received even the slightest hint that all of this was basically just some dumb f...

Korean Werewoman

— Oh my God, Clara! How many times?! I’ve told you a hundred damn times — stay out of my rare insect collection! — Harold yelled, bursting into the living room and angrily kicking the dusty suitcase by the couch. His thick fingers clenched around a glass of whiskey like it was the source of all his problems. — Those bugs aren’t toys, they’re... they’re scientific value! I nearly broke my neck in Korea climbing those goddamn mountains!

— Maybe you didn’t break your ne...

Just for the Joke

Even though Rick now looked like some Instagram chick, the pose he/she had flopped into on the couch was totally him: theatrically ridiculous, arms thrown back, tongue sticking out like an idiot. He/she crashed next to Ralph and Alex suddenly and in that typical Rick way, continuing this imaginary photo shoot that was getting weirder and weirder.

— Oh blah-blah-blah, I'm a dumb bitch, I just love fucking guys and taking pics for my stupid followers! — Rick yelled in a cartoonish voi...

Roadside Diner

Fester hated this place with every fiber of his being. That rundown backroom of the greasy spoon where he now sat, leaning against a plastic table, felt like pure hell to him. It had all happened too fast: a few clicks in the weird app “DreamShift,” one thoughtless activation of the test mode driven by horny impulses, a flash — and now he was here. Two months already.

— Hey, Cindy, what’re you doing just sittin’ there?! — came a mocking voice from across the room.

It...

Respawn Point

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 ...

Emma Undercover - Episode 2

The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, like someone was trying to mask adult tension with some ridiculous form of strange innocence.

Emma ran her fingers over the bow on her neck, adjusting it so it sat perfectly straight, then looked up at the camera pointed at her.

'Well then... let's begin,' she sighed inwardly and reached for the phone screen to press the record button.

Time started ticking. Her face instantly lit up with a rehearsed smile, and her lips—glossy and p...

I'm Not Like That...

Even though it was a sweltering California night outside, the air in the upstairs bathroom felt thick with tension. Loud bass waves boomed from the speakers, pounding so hard that the glass with toothbrushes on the sink rattled each time.

– Hey, maybe it's time to stop clinging to your old life? – Gina, sitting on the washing machine with half-loose hair and a look that carried more irritation than sympathy, crossed her legs and stared challengingly at the girl across from her.

Emma Undercover

Emma, 15:23

Where the fuck am I supposed to get some decent clothes?!

Stephanie, 15:27

What do you mean? You were given everything. What kind of question is that?

Emma, 15:28

Given?! Is that what you call this bra-corset and mini skirt?! I look like I’m about to audition for some porno mutt!

Stephanie, 15:28

That kind of language isn’t appropriate for a young lady, Emma. You need to remember who you are. By the way, send me a photo for the report....