Alec has never had anything romantic in his life, ever. He constantly dreams about falling in love with a girl, who also reciprocates the same level of affection toward him, and often imagines scenarios, in which he creates some of the most lovely memories with his made-up wife, starting a family with her and just living life to its full extent. Of course, the closest he was to this was sending an anonymous love letter to his last crush back in high school. When he somehow managed to get the letter without being noticed and read through the rejection, and then being fed a negative outlook on the dating sphere in the world, he frankly just gave up on finding real love and switched to masturbation.

As he leaves the bathroom and dries up his slick body after washing the mess he made following his last goon sesh, he hears a knock on his front door followed by quick, leaving footsteps. "Huh… who could that be…" He wonders as he finishes drying up and puts on a pair of boxers before going to the door. He looks through the peephole and doesn't see the person that just fled. However, before he can turn away and go on about his day, something lying on the floor catches his eye: a small envelope, with a big red heart on it, which makes his own heart skip a beat. "What the hell? Is that a love letter?" He picks it up from the floor, inspecting it with narrowed, focused eyes. Going to the living room, he slowly unfolds the envelope and pulls out a letter that is written in cursive, fancy handwriting, which makes his heart race more. The text on the letter follows:

"Hi, Alec.

You are most likely wondering right now who I am and why I am sending you this letter. I can't fully answer the first question besides hinting you this: you know me very well from a long time ago back in highschool. As for the next question… Well, you won't believe me at first. I am in love with you. Like, deeply in love, head over heels for you. For some reason, I genuinely cannot stop thinking about you ever since high school. You may think this is fake, and I wouldn't be surprised. But this is very true. Please, if you wish to give me a chance, I'm inviting you on a blind date at the local park tomorrow at 6:00 PM. Wait for me specifically at that isolated bench, you know which one. I hope I'll see you later, sweetie. :)

• Anonymous Lover"

He leaves the letter on the table and looks away in thought of suspicion. What if this is just a prank to waste my time, he thinks to himself, or worse, get me into some kind of trouble? In reality, though, there shouldn't be any reason for him to receive consequences for naively going to a location with a stranger. Who's going to bother to do this fake date, especially him out of other people, just to potentially scam him? Besides, this person is from allegedly from high school, and some deep, small part of him hopes that it is his crush.

And after some deciding, here he is the next day, walking on a pathway in the aforementioned park. He's dressed in a decent all-black outfit, his hair styled and textured for increased physical appearance and his body scented with lavender from his perfume. After a bit of walking, he arrives at the location from the letter - a spacious tree clearing with the lone bench sitting in the middle under a lamp pole. The atmosphere that surrounds this place unsettles him. But regardless, he walks up to the bench, looks around if anyone's watching, and he sits down on it, the wooden surface surprisingly warm through the fabric.

But before he can react, the bench starts faintly glowing red and his mind is hit with a wave of fog and dizziness. As his body starts to warm up, tingling all over, it begins shifting without his awareness - muscles simply fade away, strong hands and feet transforming into dainty ones, skin becomes smoother and hairless. His now shrinked waist and wider hips give him undeniable feminine curves and fat increases in his butt and thighs, making them thicker and bounce with every little movement. His face starts to turn unrecognizable and more feminine while his eyecolor turns a red, crimson hue. Just when his whimpering voice increases in pitch, his hair suddenly explodes in length, the end of it reaching his bubble butt, and the strands are recolored to a fiery red hue, with a red hair tie that wasn't there before sitting on his head from behind.

The flesh on his chest slowly starts to swell until two big mounds form, jiggling with each breath that he takes, undoubtedly D-cup from the way they press against his strained shirt. Speaking of his shirt, within seconds, it morphs into a red strapless top that exposes his midriff and gives a generous view of his delicate shoulders and cleavage while hugging his body. His pants follow suit, shortly turning into a black miniskirt that displays his female legs and accentuates his covered backside. His boxers too silently turn into a pair of panties and his shoes turn into red stilettos that add a couple inches onto his shortened height. Finally, his cock begins to slowly shrink, his scrotum being sucked into his body, until his manhood completely vanishes, and with a jolt of brief pleasure, a throbbing virgin pussy forms between his - her legs, pulsating puffy lips with glistening folds, clenching around nothing.

The fog on her mind is suddenly lifted, and she weakly looks around and repeatedly blinks before her unfocused gaze falls downward. She gasps, a blush appearing on her face, when she sees her exposed body, trembling from the cold breeze that hits her uncovered parts of skin. But when trying to make sense of things - why she is sitting here, deliberately freezing - her mind does not give her an answer. No memories of her past have been left for her besides the fact that she is called Valentina. Anxiety rises in her throat and she wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering from the cold as she presses her thighs together, trying to get some warmth.

But then, a tall figure emerges into her sight, causing her to instantly get on her feet. "W-who are you?" As she's about to run away, the light of the lamp pole reveals the figure - a man with a handsome face, his black leather jacket filled out by the muscles on his body, and a smirk splattered on his face. She can't explain it, but the need to flee had been melted into this weird, arousing warmth building in her core. She stands there still, waiting as he approaches, him going straight into her personal space before leaning closer to her. "Well, well, look at the beauty standing here in the cold. You're probably confused and disorientated. Don't worry, Valentina." She gasps as her name rolled off his tongue, but her eyelids get heavier as the heat from his skin intertwines with hers. He suddenly takes off his jacket and helps her put it on, to which she smiles and yet tilts her head slightly. "H-how do you know my name? Did you do this?" She looks up at him with, trying to read his expression as he pauses for a moment, his grin widening.

"Yeah, I did do this, if I'm honest. My name is Marcel, and if that name doesn't ring a bell, I used to be your bully back in highschool? But you can't remember, can you?" He chuckles, seeing the gears turning in her head with every emotion he inflicts on her, and wraps his hand around her shoulders. "No, of course you can't. Because I decided that I would free you from that pathetic life you had as Alec, and I cast a spell on the bench you sat on that turned you into this gorgeous woman, with no memories. Now, you are all mine to keep, and I feel like you are gonna enjoy it." Without warning, he leans even closer and places a firm kiss against her lips, making her gasp and smile with a red face, and he leans away to look at her wide, shocked eyes, finding her reaction amusing. "W-wow, Marcel… y-you're so charming…" She speaks barely more than a whisper and she clings onto his arm, kissing his biceps as she repeats. "I love you…"

He smiles, unhurried, letting her express her unexplained love toward him while slowly leading their way out of the clearing into the main part of the park. He whispers in her ear with a voice that makes her wet her panties. "I love you too."