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You are s-o-o-o cute

“Like, wow, sooo cute!” I coo at my own reflection, tilting my head just right for another selfie. I pout, arching my back slightly, pushing out my chest for a more “flattering” angle. “Hehe, Kevin’s sooo not gonna, um, like, recognize me! I’m, um… gonna be, like, a surprise, righ...

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The Last Adventure of an Adventurer

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Hi everyone!

Wow, I can’t believe I’m finally posting this story about the harpy. Haha, I thought I’d share it back in 2024 since I announced it all the way in November, but it turned out that I only finished it a couple of weeks ago. The delay happened because I had to create the ill...

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Little bird

— Damn earrings... — Brian muttered, struggling to fasten the tiny clasp. His fingers, trembling from the unfamiliar fine motor task, fumbled clumsily with the delicate hook. The mirror reflected a tall brunette in an elegant dress. The deep burgundy fabric clung to her figure, emphasizing cu...

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Cognitive processes

— You know, it’s so ironic. I mean, how the entire construct of human consciousness affects our perception of our own body. In my—well, in the body I’ve ended up in due to random circumstances—all cognitive processes have to go through a different perspe... — Sara cut herself off abru...

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Exchange center

Sarah stood in front of the body exchange center, arms crossed, tapping her foot lightly against the concrete. Nervousness was gradually turning into irritation. Jake had insisted she come here, but hadn't really explained why. She couldn’t stand all this modern body-swapping nonsense—the ver...

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Leila

The clatter of pots echoed through the small yet cozy kitchen. Soft morning sunlight streamed through a narrow window, casting a gentle glow on the cream-colored tiles and dark kitchen cabinets. The countertop was spotless, holding a large metal pot where soup simmered, filling the air with the s...

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Fresh air might help

"Based on the above, we can conclude that the dispersion particles..." I groaned, slamming my textbook onto the bed. "Damn it... why is this so boring? Dispersion particles? Ugh, this is a complete nightmare." There was a time when I could spend hours diving into this kind of stuff, but now... I ...

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Additional magical abilities

The bright light in the bathroom reflected off the white tiled walls, giving the small space an almost clinical sharpness. Kneeling on the cold floor, she sat there — an impossibly alluring woman with long chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, large hoop earrings swaying slightly as she a...

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Her Name is Akira (comission)

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Obliged to obey

The kitchen was quiet, with only the loud sound of slurping and soft feminine sighs breaking the silence when Angela turned on the light, returning from work.

— Goddamn it, what are you doing here? — she exclaimed, looking at the girl sitting on the floor with a displeased expression, c...

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I am Emily…

"Mmmph..." Emily tried to exhale as Tom's lips pressed against hers, pulling her closer, as if he didn’t want this moment to end. As if he feared that if he let go, he would lose her forever.

She tried to focus, but everything felt incredibly strange and out of place. It was him kissing h...

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Brother and sister

"Damn it, why the hell didn’t she wear a bra today," thought Francis, staring down at the nipples poking through the thin fabric of his sister’s shirt. Her mocking voice immediately echoed in his mind: "Francis, only guys like you get distracted by crop tops and braless girls!" Back then, she...

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A Tough Cowboy?

The humid heat lingered in the kitchen, carrying the smell of fried garlic and spices. The narrow, cramped room with faded tiles on the walls and a mountain of dishes in the sink felt like a tight aquarium where every detail screamed of the morning rush. On the table, squeezed between the stove a...

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The Escape

— So, what do you think? — Aya asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm but laced with desperation, as she stared off into the distance, addressing the girl sitting next to her, who went by the name Krya here.

Krya didn’t immediately understand what she was referring to. Out of the corn...

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After the test

— Hey, Brad, listen… uh… how’d you answer the fifth question? — Kelly whispered, turning her head toward her neighbor and trying to look casual, as if she were just double-checking. Her face bore a tense expression, an attempt to appear unfazed.

Brad lifted his eyes from the test,...

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Flash!

In a small, dusty room cluttered with boxes and old books, Jason twirled a strange vintage camera in his hands, one he had picked up at a garage sale from an enigmatic old man. The lens was scratched, and the body was adorned with intricate engravings resembling magical symbols.

— Listen,...

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Ideal wife

Ugh, damn it, looks like I have to get up. The fucking sun—shining right into my eyes!

Wait… What damn sun?

I sat up abruptly… and immediately felt something unpleasantly shift on my chest. In my chest. A heavy, unfamiliar sensation. My head felt foggy, thoughts scattered. I rai...

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Laundry of Another Self

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" A loud female voice suddenly jolted Dylan out of his daze. He had just tumbled out of the dryer drum and was now trying to make sense of what had happened. His brain was desperately fighting off panic. Everything around him looked the same as in his usual la...

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The Price of a Second Chance

— "Well, how does it feel, Selena?" — a woman in a golden dress asked mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest and giving me an evaluating look.

I flinched at the unfamiliar name and instinctively clenched my hands, feeling the unusual weight of a bracelet on my slender, feminine wri...

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Parameter XR: Echo of Another Life

Episode 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/parameter-xr-of-139919982

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Part 1

Through the murmur of voices, intricately woven into the music of the evening ball, I could barely make o...

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Stand like this… right?

— Stand like this… right? — Lori's voice trembled, and she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, feeling her new hips press unnaturally against the soft leggings.

The photographer lifted his eyes from behind the camera lens with irritation and sighed loudly.

— You’re a model,...

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Smoke break

— "And… what was your name again? Jaycee, Judy…?" — the guy asked curiously, trying to strike up a conversation with the girl standing there, smoking thoughtfully.

— "Jake," — she replied sharply, looking off to the side. Her voice, though curt, carried a hint of hurt and embarr...

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New task

Selena (3:14 PM):

😂😂😂 Good job, Quentin! You’re like a little doll! I never thought you’d actually do those “duck lips.” By the way, put on something else... maybe some high heels? 😏

Quentin (3:15 PM):

Enough. I did the photo. You promised. Now change me back...

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Corporate Espionage Gone Wrong

Amanda stumbled awkwardly down the corridor, tottering on high heels as though wearing them for the first time. Her knees bent clumsily, and her gait was drastically different from her usual confident stride. Every so often, her hands would tug at the tight green dress with a kind of irritation, ...

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Walk to the beach

— Oh God, oh God, oh God, — muttered Marcus, feeling fear tighten around his throat. His own voice sounded… high and soft, completely unrecognizable. The heavy belly pulled him downward along with the new, unfamiliar weight of breasts. With every step, his back strained, his lower back thro...

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Spider-Maria

"Oye, ¿de qué estás hablando? Mi nombre es Peter, este es…" (Hey, what are you talking about? My name is Peter, this is…) Maria scowled, pressing her hand against her chest and feeling an unfamiliar softness beneath her usual Spider-Man suit. "Esto no es mío, parece que lo hizo uno de mis...

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Briefing on Heels

The clattering of high heels echoed through the production floor, cutting through the loud hum of machinery. John Starcord, a hard-nosed director with an iron will and a reputation as the strictest boss around, now stood before her team of workers, clad in skinny jeans, a white blouse, and heels,...

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Grimace

Standing at the entrance of the store with a hood pulled over her head and a scarf covering her face, Maddie—or as she was called just a week ago, Matt—tried to gather her strength. She needed to buy groceries, as everything she had was gone. But what should have been a simple task was now an...

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Just a toy

Spreading his arms wide, Francis stared intently at the strange magical artifact that seemed to be speaking to him—or so he thought—and said:

— Come on! Come on! You think I care?! — Francis's voice trembled with tension, but there was no fear, no hesitation in it. He stood before t...

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