Paul was still getting used to his new voice. No more stutter—thank god—but every word now felt like it was dipped in glitter and sugar before it left his mouth. Upbeat, flirty, dramatic. Sometimes it felt like he was auditioning for a teen drama, even when he was just ordering a coffee.
Still, the smoothness was addicting. People listened to him now. Smiled. Engaged. For the first time, Paul wasn’t invisible. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t exactly himself anymore. He hadn’t chosen Lena’s voice. It had just happened. What if he tried again—on purpose this time?
He sat back at the computer, cracking his knuckles. The AI interface pulsed with waiting light. A new button had appeared beneath his profile:
Randomize Trait
Paul grinned. "Okay, let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes."
He clicked it.
The screen exploded with movement—faces and traits spinning in a chaotic carousel. Names, body parts, quirks, and habits blurred together like a digital roulette wheel. It was dizzying.
"What’s the worst that can happen?" Paul mumbled, just as the screen dinged and the roulette stopped.
Trait Integrated: Bum Source: Greta – Age 27 – Cousin
Paul’s stomach dropped. "No, no, no... oh my god."
Greta. High school legend. The poor girl had been stuck with the brutal nickname Mega Cheeks Greta after a very unfortunate gym class incident and a viral yearbook photo. Even now, Paul could hear the echoes of locker room laughter.
He scrambled to look at the mirror across the room. Nothing had visibly changed—yet. But something shifted in the way he sat, the way his jeans felt, the pressure against the chair.
Then it started.
A tingling warmth pulsed across his hips. His pants stretched, seams groaning, as his rear began to swell—massively. Feminine curves filled in with unapologetic roundness, reshaping his silhouette in real time. His jaw dropped as he turned, catching a glimpse of his new form in the mirror.
It was unmistakably Greta’s. Full. Cushioned. Ridiculously pronounced.
The AI beeped softly:
Reality Update In Progress...
Paul muttered, "This is bad. This is so bad."
And then the memories started to shift.
He remembered locker room jokes—only they were aimed at him. The whispered giggles, the not-so-subtle stares. A name resurfaced in his mind like a song he couldn’t unhear:
Mega Cheeks Paul.
He suddenly recalled classmates chanting it after gym class, pants that never quite fit right, and a trail of shopping trips where his mom had to buy him jeans from the women’s section. It all felt too real.
He glanced down. All his clothes had changed. His jeans were high-waisted, contoured to hug his new form. His underwear—different cut, more coverage, stretchy in all the right places. Even his desktop wallpaper had updated.
A photo of him at last year’s Fourth of July barbecue now showed a proud Paul posing in shorts that barely contained his eye-catching silhouette. He looked happy.
The caption read: Still got it, Mega Cheeks.
Paul stared, stunned. Reality hadn’t just changed around him.
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