The hum of the heater in the small, dimly lit living room was the only thing breaking the silence. Four college boys, Ryan, Leo, Chris, were sprawled across the couch and floor, their energy still buzzing from a late night video game session, while Ryan’s dad was upstairs in his office. The room smelled faintly of stale pizza and energy drinks, the kind of smell that clung to the walls of a house that hadn’t seen a cleaning in weeks.
Ryan stretched, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, boys, let’s get philosophical. What’s your dream girl? Like, if you could just snap your fingers and create her, what’s she like?”
Leo smirked, leaning forward. “Easy. She’s gotta be Asian. Like, stereotypically hot Asian. Dark eyes, smooth skin, the whole package.”
Chris chimed in, adjusting his cap. “Yeah, I’m thinking… huge tits, but not cartoonish, you know? Like, proportional. Small waist, thick thighs, and a bubble butt you could bounce a quarter off of.”
The boys laughed, but Ryan’s dad, upstairs in his study, froze. A strange tingling sensation ran through his body, like static electricity crawling under his skin. He looked down at his hands and frowned. “What the hell…?” he muttered, shaking his wrists as if to dispel the feeling. But it didn’t go away. If anything, it intensified. Ryan’s dad’s heart raced as his skin seemed to ripple, his features shifting. His hair thickened and darkened, cascading down his back in silky waves. His chest suddenly felt… tight. He looked down in horror as his pecs softened, swelled, pushing against his shirt. “No, no, no,” he muttered, pulling at his collar. “What is happening to me?”
Downstairs, Ryan added, “Oh, and lips like, dick-sucking lips. You see those and you just know she’s got skills.”
Upstairs, Ryan’s dad gasped as his mouth tingled. He stumbled to the mirror on the wall, his reflection blurring for a moment before it sharpened. What… what is this? His lips were swelling, becoming fuller, softer, more defined. He touched them with trembling fingers. “This isn’t real,” he whispered, his voice shaking. But it was. It was very real.
Leo laughed, oblivious to the upstairs panic. “Oh, and gotta be short, like 5’5, but curves for days. Long black hair down to her waist, you know? Flawless.”
Meanwhile, Chris was on a roll. “And she’s gotta be young. In her 20’s. Young enough to be fun, but not too young to be creepy.”
Ryan’s dad’s breath hitched as his body seemed to shrink, his height dropping, his frame narrowing. His waist cinched in, while his hips flared out, giving him an hourglass figure that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. His legs, once muscular and lean, now looked soft, thick, and impossibly shapely. He gripped the edge of the desk, his new curves making him feel off-balance. Griping the desk, he looked back in horror, watching his ass inflate like a balloon. “This isn’t possible,” he whispered, his voice higher now, softer. “This… this can’t be happening.”
Downstairs, Ryan grinned. “Oh, I know, she’s gotta work at a strip club. Imagine coming home to that every night.”
Ryan’s dad then found himself standing, his body moving on its own. He tried to resist, but his legs carried him toward the door, his hips swaying in a way that felt completely alien. His newly manicured hands reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a black lace bra that somehow fit perfectly. He didn’t remember putting it on, but there it was, cupping his new, heavy breasts. His heart pounded as his hands moved to his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to reveal a matching black thong.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” he thought, but his mouth didn’t move. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t protest. His body wasn’t his anymore.
He stepped out of the room, his bare feet silent on the carpet. The staircase loomed ahead, and he descended it with an unnatural grace, his hips swaying with each step. The boys’ voices grew louder as he approached, but they didn’t notice him.
Ryan was mid-laugh when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and his jaw dropped. “Holy… shit.”
His friends followed his gaze, and the room went silent.
Standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, was a woman who looked like she’d just stepped out of their wildest fantasies. She was 5’5 with long, jet-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her full lips were painted a deep red, and her dark eyes seemed to pierce through them. Her curves were on full display, the black lace of her bra and thong barely containing her.
No, no, no! Ryan’s dad screamed internally, but his body moved forward, hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped in front of the boys, her lips curving into a sultry smile.
“Hey, boys,” she purred, her voice smooth and seductive. “Want me to dance for you?”
The boys exchanged stunned glances, their mouths hanging open. Ryan was the first to recover, his cheeks flushing. “Uh… yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”
She gave them a wink and began to move, her body swaying to an invisible beat. Her hands trailed up her sides, cupping her breasts before sliding down to her waist, accentuating her curves. She turned, bending over slightly, her bubble butt on full display. The boys let out a collective groan, their eyes glued to her.
Stop! Stop this! Ryan’s dad screamed in his mind, but his body kept going, twirling and grinding with a practiced ease. His lips parted as he tried to speak, to tell them who he was, but the words that came out were, “You like what you see, boys?”
Chris let out a low whistle. “Holy hell, you’re amazing.”
Ryan’s dad’s heart sank. He tried again, his voice trembling, “I’m not… I’m not who you think I am!” But the words that came out were again different. “I’m here just for you, boys,” she said instead, her voice dripping with sultry promise.
The boys cheered, completely unaware of the horror unfolding inside her. She continued to dance, her body moving in ways that felt both alien and strangely natural. Wake up! Wake up! She screamed internally, but there was no use. This was her reality now. The boys watched, mesmerized, as she moved, their dream woman brought to life right before their eyes. Ryan’s dad watched in horror as he kept dancing for them, trapped in his own body.