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You are s-o-o-o cute

“Like, wow, sooo cute!” I coo at my own reflection, tilting my head just right for another selfie. I pout, arching my back slightly, pushing out my chest for a more “flattering” angle. “Hehe, Kevin’s sooo not gonna, um, like, recognize me! I’m, um… gonna be, like, a surprise, right?” I trail off, giggling awkwardly. Did I just… sound like that?

The phone trembles slightly in my hand as I take yet another picture in the swanky red car. Everything from the polished mir...

The Last Adventure of an Adventurer

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Hi everyone!

Wow, I can’t believe I’m finally posting this story about the harpy. Haha, I thought I’d share it back in 2024 since I announced it all the way in November, but it turned out that I only finished it a couple of weeks ago. The delay happened because I had to create the illustrations—I wanted to focus on all the details this time, and so the process dragged on, eventually coming to a full stop.

You’ll probably notice around the middle of the story that the ill...

Little bird

— Damn earrings... — Brian muttered, struggling to fasten the tiny clasp. His fingers, trembling from the unfamiliar fine motor task, fumbled clumsily with the delicate hook. The mirror reflected a tall brunette in an elegant dress. The deep burgundy fabric clung to her figure, emphasizing curves Brian hadn’t even been aware of yesterday. His gaze slid downward, from slender shoulders to the graceful line of the back, unable to avoid the new reality of every curve and inch of this alien...

Cognitive processes

— You know, it’s so ironic. I mean, how the entire construct of human consciousness affects our perception of our own body. In my—well, in the body I’ve ended up in due to random circumstances—all cognitive processes have to go through a different perspe... — Sara cut herself off abruptly, noticing Kyle’s gaze growing colder with each passing second.

— Listen, Sara, — Kyle smirked, leaning so close she could feel his breath. — Are you seriously saying this right now?...

Exchange center

Sarah stood in front of the body exchange center, arms crossed, tapping her foot lightly against the concrete. Nervousness was gradually turning into irritation. Jake had insisted she come here, but hadn't really explained why. She couldn’t stand all this modern body-swapping nonsense—the very idea of it disgusted her. He knew that, yet still told her they’d meet here! It felt like she was about to explode.

"I’ll give him a piece of my mind when I see him!" she thought, clenchin...

Leila

The clatter of pots echoed through the small yet cozy kitchen. Soft morning sunlight streamed through a narrow window, casting a gentle glow on the cream-colored tiles and dark kitchen cabinets. The countertop was spotless, holding a large metal pot where soup simmered, filling the air with the spicy aroma of saffron and turmeric.

The young woman standing by the stove stirred the soup carefully. She wore a long, floral dress with a high waistline, and her head was covered by a cream-col...

Fresh air might help

"Based on the above, we can conclude that the dispersion particles..." I groaned, slamming my textbook onto the bed. "Damn it... why is this so boring? Dispersion particles? Ugh, this is a complete nightmare." There was a time when I could spend hours diving into this kind of stuff, but now... I don't know. Why did I ever enjoy this so much?

I turned onto my side in frustration, feeling how my... new, large breasts shifted slightly with me. I sighed through gritted teeth, reminding myse...

Additional magical abilities

The bright light in the bathroom reflected off the white tiled walls, giving the small space an almost clinical sharpness. Kneeling on the cold floor, she sat there — an impossibly alluring woman with long chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, large hoop earrings swaying slightly as she adjusted her posture. Her boobs barely contained by a skimpy black bikini — one size too small, a gold logo glinting between the cleavage — the fabric stretching against her ample breasts. The tiny...

Her Name is Akira (comission)

Obliged to obey

The kitchen was quiet, with only the loud sound of slurping and soft feminine sighs breaking the silence when Angela turned on the light, returning from work.

— Goddamn it, what are you doing here? — she exclaimed, looking at the girl sitting on the floor with a displeased expression, chewing on sweet cereal from a bowl of milk. It was Greg—or as he had now decided for himself, and for everyone's sake—Gwen.

— What? I can’t? — Gwen glanced up after tearing herself awa...

I am Emily…

"Mmmph..." Emily tried to exhale as Tom's lips pressed against hers, pulling her closer, as if he didn’t want this moment to end. As if he feared that if he let go, he would lose her forever.

She tried to focus, but everything felt incredibly strange and out of place. It was him kissing her, but after all, she was him… until yesterday. Something heavy tightened in her chest, and one question kept swirling in her mind: "What the hell is going on?"

When she woke up in this new b...

Brother and sister

"Damn it, why the hell didn’t she wear a bra today," thought Francis, staring down at the nipples poking through the thin fabric of his sister’s shirt. Her mocking voice immediately echoed in his mind: "Francis, only guys like you get distracted by crop tops and braless girls!" Back then, she had scolded him for his "basic" taste. But now, for some godforsaken reason, she had decided to dress exactly like that. And she probably had no idea that another random "swap" would happen at the wo...

A Tough Cowboy?

The humid heat lingered in the kitchen, carrying the smell of fried garlic and spices. The narrow, cramped room with faded tiles on the walls and a mountain of dishes in the sink felt like a tight aquarium where every detail screamed of the morning rush. On the table, squeezed between the stove and a plastic drying rack, jars of sauces and containers of food preparations were piled high.

A woman in a tight gray dress that clung more than she would have liked leaned toward a drawer, tryi...

The Escape

— So, what do you think? — Aya asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm but laced with desperation, as she stared off into the distance, addressing the girl sitting next to her, who went by the name Krya here.

Krya didn’t immediately understand what she was referring to. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a guy who had been staring at both of them for several minutes, nervously shifting from foot to foot. They both knew it wouldn’t be long before they were "chosen" by someo...

After the test

— Hey, Brad, listen… uh… how’d you answer the fifth question? — Kelly whispered, turning her head toward her neighbor and trying to look casual, as if she were just double-checking. Her face bore a tense expression, an attempt to appear unfazed.

Brad lifted his eyes from the test, throwing her a quick, assessing glance. His smirk was barely noticeable, but Kelly caught it—and cringed inwardly with humiliation. She already knew what he was thinking. Everyone knew. Everyone re...

Flash!

In a small, dusty room cluttered with boxes and old books, Jason twirled a strange vintage camera in his hands, one he had picked up at a garage sale from an enigmatic old man. The lens was scratched, and the body was adorned with intricate engravings resembling magical symbols.

— Listen, I’m telling you, this thing’s worth a fortune! — Jason exclaimed excitedly, holding the camera as if he’d already sold it for a million dollars. — Look at this engraving! It’s got to be s...

Ideal wife

Ugh, damn it, looks like I have to get up. The fucking sun—shining right into my eyes!

Wait… What damn sun?

I sat up abruptly… and immediately felt something unpleasantly shift on my chest. In my chest. A heavy, unfamiliar sensation. My head felt foggy, thoughts scattered. I raised my hand to my face to rub my eyes… and froze.

Thin, well-manicured fingers. French nails, almond shape, perfect white tips, cuticles smoothed. Definitely the work of an expensive salon. Ba...

Laundry of Another Self

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" A loud female voice suddenly jolted Dylan out of his daze. He had just tumbled out of the dryer drum and was now trying to make sense of what had happened. His brain was desperately fighting off panic. Everything around him looked the same as in his usual laundromat: the same machines, the same dim lighting, even the graffiti on the walls was familiar. But something was off—terrifyingly off.

He tried to stand, but an unfamiliar heaviness in his c...

The Price of a Second Chance

— "Well, how does it feel, Selena?" — a woman in a golden dress asked mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest and giving me an evaluating look.

I flinched at the unfamiliar name and instinctively clenched my hands, feeling the unusual weight of a bracelet on my slender, feminine wrist. Yeah, the sensations were... to put it mildly, strange. My throat felt dry, and every movement felt as if it were happening through a layer of soft plastic. I tried to take a step but froze in pla...

Parameter XR: Echo of Another Life

Episode 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/parameter-xr-of-139919982

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Part 1

Through the murmur of voices, intricately woven into the music of the evening ball, I could barely make out the sound of my own breathing. The grand hall of the Stiveyr Castle, my home since birth in this world, shimmered with golden reflections of magical lanterns. The patterns on the walls shifted, ech...

Stand like this… right?

— Stand like this… right? — Lori's voice trembled, and she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, feeling her new hips press unnaturally against the soft leggings.

The photographer lifted his eyes from behind the camera lens with irritation and sighed loudly.

— You’re a model, you should know how to pose, — he exhaled, adjusting the lens. His patience was clearly running thin.

— I… I don’t know, — Rachel lowered her gaze awkwardly, hunching slightly. Almost...

Smoke break

— "And… what was your name again? Jaycee, Judy…?" — the guy asked curiously, trying to strike up a conversation with the girl standing there, smoking thoughtfully.

— "Jake," — she replied sharply, looking off to the side. Her voice, though curt, carried a hint of hurt and embarrassment. The guy smiled, convinced this was just some kind of joke to make him leave her alone.

— "Hey, seriously?" — he chuckled, tilting his head slightly and squinting as if searching for...

New task

Selena (3:14 PM):

😂😂😂 Good job, Quentin! You’re like a little doll! I never thought you’d actually do those “duck lips.” By the way, put on something else... maybe some high heels? 😏

Quentin (3:15 PM):

Enough. I did the photo. You promised. Now change me back! I’m not doing any more of this crap.

Selena (3:16 PM):

Oh, you’re so funny when you’re angry! 😘 But, how should I put it... I said I’d think about it, not do it right away. �...

Corporate Espionage Gone Wrong

Amanda stumbled awkwardly down the corridor, tottering on high heels as though wearing them for the first time. Her knees bent clumsily, and her gait was drastically different from her usual confident stride. Every so often, her hands would tug at the tight green dress with a kind of irritation, as though the dress itself annoyed her, despite looking incredible on her and accentuating her slender figure.

Suddenly, she froze in the middle of the corridor, catching something odd out of th...

Walk to the beach

— Oh God, oh God, oh God, — muttered Marcus, feeling fear tighten around his throat. His own voice sounded… high and soft, completely unrecognizable. The heavy belly pulled him downward along with the new, unfamiliar weight of breasts. With every step, his back strained, his lower back throbbed, and his legs felt like they were about to give out from exhaustion. This was nothing like his usual light step; it was a slow, awkward shuffle, as if he had to calculate every movement to avoid ...

Spider-Maria

"Oye, ¿de qué estás hablando? Mi nombre es Peter, este es…" (Hey, what are you talking about? My name is Peter, this is…) Maria scowled, pressing her hand against her chest and feeling an unfamiliar softness beneath her usual Spider-Man suit. "Esto no es mío, parece que lo hizo uno de mis enemigos, ¿tal vez un duende verde? ¡Es su estilo!" (This isn’t mine, looks like one of my enemies did it, maybe the Green Goblin? This is totally his style!)

The photographer furrowed his ...

Briefing on Heels

The clattering of high heels echoed through the production floor, cutting through the loud hum of machinery. John Starcord, a hard-nosed director with an iron will and a reputation as the strictest boss around, now stood before her team of workers, clad in skinny jeans, a white blouse, and heels, looking as if she’d just stepped out of Instagram rather than into a factory.

— So, boys, — John drawled, playfully adjusting her helmet and giving her team a once-over, — I hope you’...

Grimace

Standing at the entrance of the store with a hood pulled over her head and a scarf covering her face, Maddie—or as she was called just a week ago, Matt—tried to gather her strength. She needed to buy groceries, as everything she had was gone. But what should have been a simple task was now anything but.

“Come on, just do it. You only need to buy food, you don’t even have to talk,” she muttered to herself, taking a step forward. Inside the store, it was warm, with people bustli...

Just a toy

Spreading his arms wide, Francis stared intently at the strange magical artifact that seemed to be speaking to him—or so he thought—and said:

— Come on! Come on! You think I care?! — Francis's voice trembled with tension, but there was no fear, no hesitation in it. He stood before the glowing stone, which seemed completely out of place in the dimly lit living room.

Ever since he accidentally found this stone in an old box, his life had started to fall apart. First, there w...