Published: Dec 11, 2023

My sixty-forth caption. Format is a little off this time because I wanted to include the whole image. Don't expect this format to become a new norm.

Theo has had to deal with his school bully, Viviana, his whole school life. When she permanently ruins his chances with another girl, he decides to use the TransforLife app to get some revenge on her.

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TransforLife was easily the biggest phone app that had ever existed. Using advanced technology that seemed like something out of science fiction, the app was capable of changing aspects of the user or a third party in incredible ways. While originally built as a machine intended to provide transgender patients with the body of their dreams, the app version had spread like wildfire, allowing people to modify their bodies and lifestyles to their liking. Still, even with the limits, safeguards, and usage tracking built into the app, there were those out there who had learned to jailbreak the app’s functions, allowing them to transform themselves and others into just about anything imaginable.Whether through accidents or malicious use, many people dissappeared, never to be seen again…

For as long as he could remember, Theo Bradley always had a hard time in school. Ever since his elementary school days, he had always been bullied by the leader of the “popular girls” in school, Viviana Anderson. Though she had always been conventionally pretty, with long brown hair and blue eyes, her personality was anything but pretty. She’d spent every moment since she’d known and been around him bullying Theo, making fun of his clothes, his looks, his nerdy demeanor, and especially his height. She had made it her mission to point out his less-than-average height every chance she could, using words such as “shorty”,”stubby”, and “pipsqueak” as often as “um”, “so”, and “yeah”. Though I had put up with it throughout all of elementary, middle, and most of high school, things had finally reached their breaking point during their senior year, when she had convinced a new girl that I was getting along with that I was some kind of pervert and sexual deviant. Right before I was going to ask her to the prom, she decided she didn’t wanna talk to me anymore, and Viviana had wasted no time rubbing this his my face, in addition to the usual teasing, bullying, and threats. I had enough, and quickly decided I wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. This required something special, something unique, to get even with her.

I got in touch with my best friend Thomas, who was the head of the school’s Computer Club. Thomas was already well-aware of the problems I had been running into with Viviana all these years, and was more than willing to help me get some good old-fashioned revenge. He suggested using the TransforLife app, using it to change her “girl next door” appearance into something that would embarrass and degrade her to all her friends, possibly ruin her chances at becoming prom queen too. While I liked the idea, I already knew about the app and a lot of the hard limits it had, mainly its usage tracking, time limits, and need for two-party consent. If I was going to do this right, I’d need the full capabilities. Thomas smirked as I pointed out these limitations, telling me he had already broken through the app’s security features, removing all its limitations. This included the two-party consent, tracking, and time limits.

He happily loaned his phone to me for the night, letting me decide how far I wanted to take this. Since he had broken the need for two-party consent, all I needed was her picture and some of her DNA to make any changes to her I wanted. That part was easy enough, getting some hair from her desk and a picture from the Glee Club page. As for the changes in question, turns out those safety features weren’t the only thing the app was capable of. Hidden in the app and revealed by Thomas was a slew of possible mental alterations I could use, which I could use in non-conflicting combinations. Watching her eat outside with her “friends”, I made an alteration that made her think the principle had called her. As soon as she was away from her friends, I put my plan into action. I temporarily overrode her memory, making her think I was her boyfriend and that she was my submissive, doll-like girlfriend. Taking her into an unused storage room, I ordered her to sit and remain still as I sat across from her, using the app to completely change her.

The first change was the most obvious, shrinking her down from an impressive 6’1” to a tiny 4’7”, a good four inches shorter than me. From that starting point, I went a bit crazy, imaging something that was the exact opposite of her. Instead of brunette, I made her blond. Instead of blue eyes, she had pink ones. I made her eyelashes, makeup and lips thicker, even expanding her chest significantly. I even swapped out her modest earrings, necklace and nail polish with more suggestive versions. She just sat there, blushing mindlessly.

The final Viviana was completely unrecognizable from the original, sitting there with a vacant look on her face. All her down-to-earth charm was gone, replaced by a vapid-looking bimbo who couldn’t even count to 100 if she tried. Even with these mental changes being temporary, I was still curious as to how far I could take things with the app. After all, I was getting revenge for years of torture, here.

I allowed her to move on her own again, keeping the memory modifications in place for now for obvious reasons. The moment I gave her just a little autonomy, she immediately leapt at me like a wild animal, all but ripping her shirt open and exposing her enlarged breasts to the open air. I was about to panic, but then she looked deep into my eyes with the sweetest, most loving expression I had ever seen from a girl in person as she pressed her tits into my belly, seeming quite pleased with her ability to get me worked up.

As she held herself on top of me, gazing at me with that sweet, naughty look on her face, a million questions began rolling through my head. Seeing her like this, devoid of the malice and negativity she was usually known for, I was honestly tempted to keep her like this. I knew it would be wrong to do it, taking away what she was, but as my thumb hovered over the choices, it became harder to decide…