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  • Chapter 1: A new ability

    Chapter by Oneplus123 · 14 Sep 2025
  • You discover you have a shapeshifting ability, but it's limited to the girls you have sex with
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  • Chapter 1: The First Time I Became Someone Else

    The pounding in my skull matched the bass still echoing from last night's club as I peeled my face off the pillow. Cheap vodka and bad decisions clung to my tongue. Sunlight sliced through half-closed blinds, illuminating tangled sheets that smelled like vanilla body spray and sex.

    Right. Emma.

    I groaned, rolling onto my side—and froze.

    The arm draped across my stomach wasn't mine. Too slender. Too smooth. Manicured nails with chipped black polish.

    I bolted upright, sheets pooling around my waist—

    Oh Jesus Christ.

    Curves. Full breasts barely contained in a lacy black bra. The unmistakable dip of a woman's waist.

    I practically fell out of bed, stumbling toward the dorm room mirror—

    Emma's face stared back at me.

    Her plush lips parted in shock. Her blonde waves tangled from sleep. Her body—my body—completely, impossibly female. I grabbed handfuls of soft flesh, pinched the skin of my—her—thigh.

    "Fuck!" The word came out in Emma's voice, higher than mine, sharper.

    Then—like a rubber band snapping—my skin prickled. A wave of heat rolled through me, muscles tightening, bones shifting—

    I collapsed against the sink as my own familiar reflection returned. Sweaty. Wild-eyed. Very much male again.

    The door swung open. Emma stood there holding two coffees, eyebrow arched. "You okay? Sounded like you were dying in—" Her gaze dropped to where I clutched the sink. "Oh god, did you puke?"

    "No," I croaked. "Just... bad hangover."

    She snorted, tossing me a coffee. "Lightweight."

    I waited until she left before examining my hands—normal again. No polish. No delicate fingers.

    What the actual hell just happened?

    ---

    Three Days Later

    I'd nearly convinced myself it was a drunken hallucination. Nearly.

    Then, in the shower, thinking about Emma's hands tugging at my jeans—

    The shampoo bottle slipped from fingers that suddenly weren't mine anymore.

    Same electric heat. Same impossible shift. Emma's body materializing around me like a second skin.

    I turned off the water with shaking hands.

    Okay. So that's a thing I can do now.

    ---

    The Library Incident

    Zoey Nakamura cornered me a week later between the philosophy stacks.

    I'd been practicing—Emma's walk, her laugh, the way she flipped her hair. The transformations lasted longer each time.

    A book thudded to the floor.

    Zoey stood frozen, her oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder, glasses reflecting the fluorescent lights. Her lips moved soundlessly before …
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