My name is Frank. Ever since I accidentally invented a possession portal gun in college, I’ve been living the digital nomad life, traveling all around the world in different peoples’ bodies. I would normally possess other guys –especially ones with hot girlfriends– but this time was different.
I had discovered Cara by accident, but there was something about her. She was just your average basic bitch gym girl, aspiring influencer. Nothing like me, but maybe that’s what hooked me.
I had been lounging on the couch of my latest temporary host, a rather forgettable marketing intern named Josh, when my gaze fell upon Cara’s Instagram feed. There she was, mid-squat in a neon sports bra that showcased her toned physique, her bright smile practically glowing through the screen.
Something deep down urged me to take the leap. It was time for a change—a challenge. Could I truly embody this girly girl?
Before I could second-guess myself, I activated the portal gun, feeling that familiar jolt as I slipped into the digital ether. The world spun wildly around me, colors and sensations blurring together until they solidified into a clean, vibrant apartment filled with workout gear and glossy magazines. I blinked, adjusting to my new surroundings, and took a moment to admire my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The girl staring back at me was stunning. Long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that held an infectious determination. I flexed a newly acquired bicep—strong yet feminine—and couldn’t help but grin at my own reflection.
“Whoa,” I muttered, the higher pitch of her voice catching me off guard.
I ran my fingers along her abs, feeling the unfamiliar strength beneath the skin—a body sculpted by dedication and countless hours in the gym.
I gasped as my hands found their way to her generously-sized breasts. Good lord, I had tits now. I couldn’t help but admire them, watching as they bounced slightly with each movement.
And her butt was nothing short of a masterpiece. I turned sideways to get a better view, appreciating the curves that hugged her high-waisted leggings perfectly.
As a typically masculine and straight man, I was now inhabiting the body of a curvaceous, bombshell gym-goer. What would it mean to act like a girly girl, to drop get out of my shell and embrace her flamboyancy?
I took a deep breath, trying to center myself in this new reality. The scent of vanilla and coconut filled my nostrils—Cara's signature perfume, no doubt. I glanced around the apartment, taking in the pastel-colored decor and motivational quotes adorning the walls.
"Okay, Frank," I whispered to myself, "time to become Cara."
I grabbed her phone from the nearby nightstand, unlocking it with ease thanks to the facial recognition. Her calendar popped up, reminding me of a gym session in an hour.
This was definitely going to be interesting.
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