I wasn't actually his girlfriend (Patreon)

I looked down at my body, my heart still pounding with disbelief at the change. My legs were soft and smooth, and my toes were adorned with a fresh coating of white nail polish. It all felt like a dream, a fantasy that had come to life, and I was the star. I had been a 20-year-old college student struggling to make ends meet, and life definitely wasn’t easy. Money had always been a problem, a relentless burden that weighed heavily on my shoulders. I was stuck in a retail job that I hated, and I didn’t have much of a future with my unfinished general studies diploma.

I had lost both my parents during COVID, and the emptiness that followed had been almost unbearable. I felt so alone, so isolated, struggling with social anxiety that seemed to engulf me, keeping me trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair. But then, something extraordinary happened. I had sought the help of Brenda, an old witch who had sensed my desperation and had offered to help me succeed in life. She had seen something in me, something that I hadn't even seen in myself. She had given me a chance, a single opportunity to choose a new life.

Brenda had handed me a wishing stone, a magical artifact that could be broken in half, granting me my heart's desire. But there was a catch. It would be permanent, and I wouldn’t be able to use another magic stone to reverse the magic. I had to be absolutely sure of what I wanted. I had spent days, even weeks, agonizing over the decision, my mind consumed with the possibilities. I had snuck into the mansion down the street, the one that had always fascinated me, the one where I had frequently seen a beautiful blonde woman coming in and out.

Her name was Bri, and she was everything I had ever wanted to be. She was the same age as I was according to her ID, but our lives couldn't have been more different. She was dating Max, a billionaire with no shortage of wealth, living a life of luxury that I could only dream of. She did everything for him – and the things they did together were things still make me blush.

At that moment, I had decided that I wanted to be Bri. And so, with a mixture of terror and excitement, I had broken the wishing stone, the dark magic placing my mind into Bri's gorgeous body. I had become her almost immediately, and a rush of heat engulfed my body. Ecstasy flowed through me while I moved through a gorgeous living room.

As I settled on the couch, reveling in my new identity, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of pleasure at my newfound beauty. I was stunning, and the fact that I could use Max's credit card whenever I wanted was an intoxicating freedom that I had never known. I explored my new life with a sense of wonder, every detail a delightful discovery. Max was kind, attentive, and generous, showering me with affection and treating me like a queen whenever we were together.

But as the days turned into weeks, I realized that not everything was as it seemed. Max and Bri weren’t actually dating. Bri was his secret girlfriend, and Max was married with more than five children. I had effectively become his side piece, and it wouldn’t be long before he became bored of me. It turned out that he loved Bri because of how incredible she was in bed. With me in full control, sex had become unbelievably boring.

Eventually, upon finally breaking up, I realized that Bri had a lot of debts to pay. She had over $500,000 in student loans from medical school. Being a doctor would have been amazing if I could absorb Bri’s memories. I eventually had to turn to OnlyFans to make ends meet, but despite my initial spike in subscribers, I realized that showing off my beautiful body wasn’t the only trick to selling myself online. I lacked the charisma and desire to be a slut at first, but I finally got the hang of fetishizing myself.