Crypto-Gal, Part 1 (E-Scammer to E-Girl TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A commission for Jack Mackenzie

Warren is a smug ‘Bitcoin Bro’ who rakes in money off of rubes who buy into his cryptocurrency scams, all while seeing himself as an alpha male. He discovers he has Lumin’s Syndrome, and is slowly turning into a sexy woman. Rather than fight this change, Warren decides to use it to his advantage with his scams. But his fanbase may have other ideas about what content they want from him now.

Crypto-Gal, Part 1

Warren adjusted his camera one last time before checking his reflection in the mirror. The appearance he put on was one that looked enormously casual and relaxed, yet possessing a kind of confident dominance. It was very carefully cultivated in order to give the most deliberate impression of total success. His Mediterranean skin was shiny thanks to a product he used, allowing his impressive gym muscles to show through his tight white singlet. His hair was shaved almost completely, but he had a cropped black beard that gave an appearance of both intelligence and manliness. He’d perfected his dead-eyed stare, one full of intensity, but also one he could turn off to become relaxed. Cheerful. Calming. It was important to be a little volatile. After all, what was more volatile than cryptocurrency? He readied the stream, and turned it on.

“What’s up my crypto-bros?” he said in a manufactured tone, a little lower than his already-low register. “I can say it’s been a good day for the markets. The value of Aether, Crypt-X, and Indie-4 have all gone up, and we’re looking at gains of maybe even six percent here. I’m not kidding guys, the boom is not far off. I know some of you have been sceptical, maybe even refused to invest just yet, but trust me boys, you’re either gonna be money making alphas sipping champagne with hot ladies in bikinis by the poolside in a few months or you’ll be looking back with regret at what a beta cuck you ended up being! You simply can’t turn down this opportunity. I’ve got my usual link at the bottom of the screen to hook you up to invest. Talk to any other member on my forum, they’ll tell you that I know how to use your money, and I only take a ten percent fee. That’s much more generous than anyone else. Trust me, we’re taking this shit to the moon, and you can either strap on in or end up being a fucking loser. Take it from me, boys. I know how an alpha plays. You gotta take them risks.

“Now, let’s chat about the currencies that aren’t doing well - you know, the ones I expressly told you not to buy into. And then I can show you all the nice shit and the brand fucking spanking new Bugatti that my investments have gotten me. You wanna slice? Then keep listening, and just us for the crypto-revolution. Be a man, and rule the world with us.”

He continued his stream for another forty minutes, alternating it between his crypto-advice, constant shilling of his investment service, as well as showing off the latest NFT card collection that was being released with his face on it, limited items he claimed would be worth three times as much in as many months. He drank some fine whiskey, took a protein shake while taking the camera around his fine house, and ended the stream with a look at his Ferrari, which made the stream go wild. He’d been promising to show them for some time, and it was just one more piece of evidence for how successful he was. How macho he was. How all the bitches were into him, including the hot Instagram influencers he always had on one or both arms that you could see all throughout his socials. Yeah, he was living the life alright, and everyone could see what a successful alpha male Warren Brody was.

What they couldn’t see was that it was all a carefully cultivated lie, as artificial as the effort he put into his looks. Oh sure, he was a big, well-muscled dude, but that was enhanced by his false claims of being 6’3 when he was just 6’0 - kept higher by heel inserts. His hair was, annoyingly, actually thinning on top prematurely, and so his shaved ‘predator’ look was made out of necessity. And even his muscles, while impressive, were not nearly as much as he made them look to be: a too-tight singlet and body oil made him look far more bulging. And if that was his physical appearance, then his house was far more of a lie. It was mortgaged to the hilt, and many of its amenities such as the backyard pool were only running when he needed to have them as part of his stream. The Bugatti in his garage was a rental, and one that was not cheap, but he certainly didn’t own it. And the woman on his arm at the end of his stream, who winked into the camera before dipping her chest so everyone could see her cleavage? Not his girlfriend, and certainly not interested in him.

“Same time next week?” he asked.

Cindy rolled her eyes as she took the several hundred he offered her. “Fine, but only because you pay well. Don’t expect me to do that big titty show off without another fifty on top of it. I try to keep that content on my own channel.”

“Please,” Warren said, “the only reason your channel rakes in cash at all is because of me. You play the part of hot, submissive chick on my arm for a few more months, then I’ll kick you to the curb and claim you got all pro-independence and stopped being the trophy girl you were meant to be. My supporters will lap it up hard in the bitcoin scene, they’re practically all fucking manosphere morons, and meanwhile you can pivot to victim narrative and get just as much support from chicks who buy into your whole turn to feminism.”

Cindy paused, examining him. “You really are a devious shit, aren’t you Warren Brody?”

He smirked. “It’s what these rubes pay me for. They want a real man to guide them, and they’ll trip over themselves to see me as their daddy, and pay me for playing the part.”

“Not to mention you get them to buy into your crypto scam.”

“Not a scam. Just an investment realignment opportunity.”

Cindy huffed. “God, and I thought I was good at depriving lonely men of their money. Since when did college-age dudes start preferring to fork money over to alpha-douche investment gurus instead of just a nice pair of tits?”

Warren laughed. “Since this alpha-douche started giving them hope that they too can be rich.”

“But Warren, you’re not rich. You’re in debt.”

“Not for long. They’re gonna send me to the moon, Cindy, right to the moon. At least that’s what they’ll think. All these rubes will sending me to is the bank with their money, and they can keep the worthless coins they get out of it when they crash.”

Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Like I said, devious shit.”

“And yet they see me as the ideal man. Go figure.”

With a somewhat horrified chuckle, Cindy left, his fake girlfriend off to pursue her own interests. He didn’t care. Already, his viewers were throwing in money to his schemes. Their comments reeked of desperation:

I can’t wait to be like you, Warren!

Ditched my GF last week. Time to join the BITCOIN REVOLUTION

Just sent my entire paycheck. Can’t wait for the investment return!

Warren is literally the life coach the world needs

Dude knows how to rein in the bitches

Fuck feminism, GO WARREN! WE ALPHA NOW BOYS!

He read them with amusement, knowing that all they were doing was giving him the life he pretended to have. They were too stupid to realise that the only thing giving his online currency worth was his rabid horde of fans buying it so he could see high, then buy another coin low. Pump and dump schemes, man: they always left the little guy holding the worst cards, while Warren was already readying his next scam.

“You’re the man, Warren,” he said to his own reflection.

***

Just a week later, Warren Brody received the terrible news that not only was he not the man, but that soon he wouldn’t be any kind of man at all. It had started when he noticed that his beard was thinning. He played it off with his supporters and fans, simply claiming he was ‘trying a new look’, even making a joke that ‘since we crypto-bros are gonna rule this world soon, we might as well go for the Lex Luthor look, right?’ But inwardly he had panicked, and tried to figure out why he was struggling to maintain his facial hair. The same was true of his body hair in general: within just the span of five days he no longer had the lush carpet of a man, but instead was hairless. Even his skin seemed oddly softer. He wasn’t sure if it was a new oil or moisturiser he was using but really seemed like he had lost a certain hardness that defined him. The kind that made others want to buy into his Silicon Valley revolution bullshit. That was half the joy of hawking digital currencies that rose and fell like sandcastles on the beach; it was all about presentation, confidence, and appearance. If you could make nerdy twenty-something guys believe they could be just as successful as you by their twenty-fifth birthday, then you were set.

Only now, for reasons that escaped him, Warren was finding his body feeling a little bit less confident. He continued his streams, made sure to talk up Aether as the next big thing. It was likely to flop over the next year, but that didn’t matter, he could always pivot to another: he’d get his pump and dump, the same way he took his women. But some of the comments seemed to notice his change.

Not a fan of the no beard look.

Agreed, the whiskers just aren’t cutting it. I know this is all about investment and it shouldn’t matter, but he’s not just selling the future of digital currency, he’s selling an image of what we could be. And I want to have a beard!

Think Warren’s sick. Skin looking a little clammy, soft. Maybe the feminazis have him feeling down?

Warren just played these off, feigning some illness. But soon that excuse became a very real concern when he noticed that he was struggling to lift his usual weights at the gym. His muscle tone seemed oddly lighter, and it was as if his heavy loads were much more of a struggle than they should have been. Hell, even his warm-up weights left him feeling breathless! He’d planned to film himself on his morning workout, talk about how investing in NFTs gave him the ‘motivation to get up in the morning and make his body a finely tuned machine’ and all that, but he didn’t have motivation for more hawking of a dumb product, not while this concern was rearing its head.

It was when he went out on the town, spending some of the money he’d been given by his followers -  money he was supposed to invest in another ‘shitcoin’ as he liked to call them secretly - that he picked up a cute blonde in the hopes of feeling a bit more manly. She was clearly impressed by his figure, but when he took her back to his place to show it off, things went terribly wrong, after so much had gone right.

“Mhmm,” the woman had moaned as he began groping her tits, establishing his dominance. “This is s-such a nice place. H-how did you afford it?”

“Cryptocurrency,” he replied, “I made a fortune off of it. Have millions of followers you know, and more each day. I’m practically retired.”

It was a lie of course, but she didn’t need to know that. Whatever got her wet and ready for his aching, throbbing cock.

“Ohhhh, that f-feels good. Jeez, you’re a hot millionaire too.”

“Multimillionaire.”

Another lie.

“Mhmm, well, looks like I chose the right guy to f-fuck tonight.”

“Damn straight,” he said, filling with confidence. “Why don’t we get to that part?”

She grinned, kissing him in agreement. Soon they were all over each other on the living room floor, enjoying the plush and comfortable carpet before the warm fireplace. Warren loved to fuck girls in this spot: there was something wonderfully hot and primal about it, like he was an alpha predator claiming his prey, making them his. He quickly pulled her top off, and she worked to shimmer her skirt and panties down, revealing her delectable pussy. His cock throbbed, and she helped him unbuckle his trousers, freeing his impressive monster.

Except it wasn’t so impressive. The disappointment on the woman’s face was obvious, and it was then that Warren realised something was oh-so-terribly wrong: his cock had shrunk. It was smaller. And just as bad, despite the hot sight in front of him, with her full C-cup breasts, he was starting to get soft. Flaccid.

“Oh,” was all she said, looking at his reduced penis, and somehow that was more damning than any actual words she could have said.

“I’m just a little soft,” he explained, blushing. “It’s been a long day. Nothing more!”

But things only got more awkward as he failed to regain his earlier hardness. In fact, his semi-erection became a no-erection, his cock becoming smaller and limper as the blood rushed out of it.

“Maybe another night?” he suggested weakly, but by that point the woman was already getting dressed, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else,

“Yeah, sure, totally. Yeah, another night. Definitely. I’ve just . . . gotta head off now. I think I left my oven on. Good luck with your crypto-bitcoin stuff! Sounds like it’s really working . . .”

She didn’t say the obvious implication: more than other things, anyway.

The woman left, Warren never having bothered to learn her name, but now she would live in infamy in his mind as someone who had been witness to this humiliating moment.

The next day, he booked a doctor’s appointment, and using another bit of the investor money given to him, he booked a private clinic out the country known for its discretion. He was starting to get really damn worried. The only thing keeping him together by that point was the knowledge that he’d managed to make far more money that morning by convincing his followers to buy up a low-rate bitcoin which he had a cheap investment in. By the end of the night he’d sell high and leave them in the lurch, only for him to pamper them with promises that they just had to ‘keep holding.’

Except he never ended up selling high at all. The news he received at that doctor’s appointment shook him to the core. He had flown early in the morning, enjoying business class as he always did these days, and landed with the full knowledge that whatever happened here would not be told elsewhere. The blood tests were quick, the staff professional, and the examination of his reduced cock - embarrassing as it was - only seemed to prod interest from the doctor who attended him. Warren had been prepared to hear it was a genital virus, or perhaps a stress issue, or something else.

What he hadn’t expected to hear was that he was diagnosed with Lumin’s Syndrome.

“L-Lumin’s?” he said, managing to work his jaw. “What the fuck are you talking about? That’s the bullshit made up one where you grow a pussy or something, right?”

His doctor nodded. “I’m afraid it is not, uh, bullshit, Mr Brody. It’s a very real condition, albeit exceedingly rare. There is much we don’t know about it, including what it would take to cure, but in every case the person who had contracted Lumin’s has slowly switched genders, often even gaining certain personality traits befitting their new form, and forgetting old ones.”

Warren narrowed his eyes, tried to control his breathing. “Are you saying I’m going to turn into some fucking chick?”

“I’m afraid you are, Mr Brody. Lumin’s Syndrome is always a complete effect, and not even the best medical marvels can cure.”

Warren felt something snap inside his brain. “No way! No fucking way. You’ve got it all wrong.”

“I assure you, it is right. We tested it several times. You have Lumin’s Syndrome, Mr Brody. Hence why your hair is changing in your face, and your skin and muscle tone too. Your shoulders don’t quite fit your shirt either!”

“You don’t know shit about me, so don’t talk about my shoulders.” Warren jumped to his feet, muttering under his breath near the alarmed doctor. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have Lumin’s.”

“Denial is a natural stage with these things, but we must accept that -”

“I do not have Lumin’s Syndrome!”

It was almost a scream, and it clearly alarmed the doctor. Warren sneered, turning up his lip. “You’re fucking incompetent. I knew I shouldn’t have wasted my time coming to some shithold third-world country just to get misdiagnosed by some quack. Do you even have any idea who I am? I’ve made more off crypto investments in one week than you would have made in the last two years of your life! Shows what you know, right?”

The doctor gave a patient sigh. “Mr Warren Brody, I suggest you simply calm down. I know it’s a lot to take in, but-”

“Dude, I’m not getting a pussy, and that’s final. I’m a fucking alpha, top of the food chain. I’m making straight millions investing. I don’t get Lumin’s, okay? This was a waste of time. Don’t expect a fucking payment either.”

He stormed out of there, keeping his head high and his chest out. He could have beaten the shit out of that doctor, but optics were also everything. He needed his fans to know everything was alright. That it was all on track, and their money was safe.

***

Warren cleared his throat as he streamed.

“Another great day for Aether, everyone. There’s a lot going on there that I can’t talk about, except for members of my Deluxe Platinum tier, who can also learn what it’s like to be a man in the modern, feminised century thanks to my Discord access as well. And if you go one tier higher, you can join my ‘Crew-niversity’, and meet me in person to discuss, invest, and become alpha males together over the digital future that is changing our very reality. You can invest on your own, but only a skilled investor like me knows when this thing reaches fever pitch and starts climbing. If you want a nice passive income, send it my way, and I’ll forward you all the profits sans ten percent. It’s a fucking winner, you guys!”

This was the big thing he was excited for. At only twenty five years old, Warren was going to host his first ever in-person seminar meetup in which numerous members of his highest paying fans would pay even more to be in his presence and hear his advice. A legion of nerds, investment bros, crypto-enthusiasts, and young men who were desperate to not miss out on the promised ‘boom’ would be there, paying through the nose for the privilege to meet and greet him, and pay him even more when they were done. He was excited. It was going to be his big pay day. He was even arranging for some hot e-girls to be present, the kind that would show off their bodies and add some much-needed sexy estrogen to the room. He just needed to get these damn changes under control.

Super hyper! MEGA HYPE! TO THE MOON!

Looking forward to seeing the crypto-bros and crypto-gals, that’s for sure!

Can’t wait to meet you in person, Warren. I base my whole life on you!

Hope he gets better soon. Still looks sick. His lips are all funny.

Yeah, I reckon the flu or something? No idea what’s up with the eyelashes tho lol sorry Warren can’t help but notice ya know.

Lol if Warren Brody has Lumin’s Syndrome that would be crazy.

As if. Dude is a total alpha. He’s literally the bitcoin bro.

Warren closed the window on his computer and stormed off. They were noticing changes by now. He wasn’t imagining things.

“Goddamnit, what the fuck is happening to me?”

Of course, he already had his answer: Lumin’s Syndrome. The fact that one poster had accidentally guessed that exact outcome only made him more embarrassed and aghast. He moved to the bathroom to see his changes. Surely he wouldn’t have changed since the previous day?

He hadn’t. It came as a relief. He was still him, albeit a softer, hairless version of him with slightly too-large eyelashes and lips that were a big puffy. Removing his shirt, he could see that his nipples were a little puffy, and his muscles were a bit reduced also. His manhood hadn’t shrunk any further, but it hadn’t returned to its proper size, either.

“M-maybe it’s done,” he said to himself, a little panicked.”Maybe . . .”

Suddenly, he felt something. A kind of tension in his body. There was seemingly no trigger at all, but it began in his belly, like a clenched gut, before spreading outward to his limbs and to the surface of his skin. Warren grunted, doubling over a little and grabbing onto the sink for support.

“Uughhh, that hurts like a s-son of a bitch. What’s got into - oh no! Fuck no!”

His nipples were swelling larger. Like little pink strawberries not quite in season, they puffed up to become almost ripe, and most certainly feminine. He brushed a hand against them, as if trying to push them ‘back in’, only to be rewarded with a shocking amount of pleasurable sensitivity.

“Oohhhhh!”

The rippling sensations of change merged into his shoulders, and to his horror they shrunk yet again. All of him shrunk, in fact. Not by a huge margin, but his spin contracted a little, as did his limbs, and suddenly he was at least two inches shorter following an unpleasant crackling of bones.

“What the fuck, what the fuck! This is not happening! I’m not turning into some bitch!”

As if to mock him, his scalp began itching terribly, even as his facial hair thinned yet further, sending little dust clouds of beard hairs falling to the tile floor. He scratched at his bald head, but in mere moments it was bald no longer: suddenly hair was pushing a little painfully from the surface of the skin. It happened so suddenly: one moment he was hairless on top, a shiny dome he had advertised as the peak of ‘manliness’ and the sort of look bitcoin bros should aspire to, and then the next he had close-cropped honey-blonde hair.

“I’m not even fucking blonde! My hair is black! I - ahhh!”

More changes, though none so dramatic. His face softened just a little further, and his pectoral muscles became less defined. His chest pushed out subtly in two places, and while he wasn’t sure if he had breasts yet, it certainly felt like he did. His ass expanded just slightly, hips too, and he nearly slipped over when his feet shrunk, becoming a bit more dainty. Finally, the changes fled him, leaving him more feminised than before, though at least clearly quite male. They had gone as quickly as they had come, but despite all the pain and discomfort, his body felt oddly aroused. His dick was hard, and his nipples pulsing with desire.

“F-fuuuuuck,” he breathed.

He couldn’t help himself. Despite the horror of what was happening to him, he was like a man possessed. He needed relief, and only one thing could give it. He gripped his cock with his hand and began pumping, staring at his twisted reflection in the mirror all the while. By instinct, he began to rub his nipples in his free hand, and they responded wonderfully, sending shivers of bliss through his body.

“MMhmmm - what’s wr-wrong with m-me!? Unnghh!!”

It didn’t take long. Just a few pumps, and then he jizzed more powerfully than he had in months. His seed shot and splattered against the sink, a little on the mirror, and he doubled over again, moaning. His nipples throbbed in an alien way on his chest.

“What’s wr-wrong with me?” he repeated in the pleasurable aftermath.

***

There was no hiding from it, no running from it, and no denying it. Warren had Lumin’s Syndrome. He’s done extensive online research, ordered all sorts of quack medicines, and generally done his best to outthink and out plan the condition. But Lumin’s wasn’t a stupid investment rube, or a hardcore fan who would do anything you pleased if you just waved the right share rise chart at it. It didn’t care that he was on the verge of becoming rich, or that his own NFT card line was nearly ready to publish and make stupid levels of return for an essentially worthless product. No, all it cared about was that it was making him a woman.

He’d visited that doctor again. He hadn’t apologised, of course. Showing no weakness was important, and frankly kept him sane by allowing him to cling to his male pride. But all the tests were done again, and more examinations than last time, and sure enough it all showed the same thing: Lumin’s. Well, worse than that: Lumin’s in progress. Just as he could no longer deny that he had the condition, Warren couldn’t deny that he was growing breasts, or that his cock was shrinking, or that he was growing blonde hair. He had cancelled too many livestreams now and communicated on his Twitter handle exclusively, in order to avoid being seen. Unfortunately, it only led to speculation, especially from his highest paying bitcoin bros, some of whom were getting close to the truth. In fact, AetherForever!, the poster who was his biggest moneymaker, was also the one reiterating the ‘exciting possibility that Warren has Lumin’s!’ As if it were a good thing!

“What the fuck do I do, doc?” Warren asked.

His doctor frowned. “Medically, as I’ve said, there is nothing-”

“I mean about my business. About my crypto-investment streams. My content creation? I’m on the verge of my big break. I have a huge seminar in a few months. Now I’m turning into some bitch? These guys are ninety-nine percent all gullible white dudes in their twenties. They won’t listen to me if I’m being fucking emasculated.”

His doctor thought about it for a moment. “You could try embracing it?”

“What? Are you serious?”

“It’s just a thought. I don’t really understand all this crypto-nonsense, or the people into it. But men have been paying women to look nice forever.”

“I’m not some prostitute.”

“Oh, I’m not suggesting that! I’m just saying any good business should re-market itself under changing conditions. Are there women who find success in the content creation field you’re in? Maybe talk to them.”

It was like a revelation. Not the revelation Warren expected, but it hit him all the same. Cindy, and numerous other women, made massive dollars as influencers, showing off their bodies, charting their makeup and clothing choices, advertising and monetising the fuck out of everything. And all these losers simped for them. If . . . if even some of his crowd would be into his change, and he could create an all-new special tier for it . . .

“Doc, I think you’ve given me an idea.”

***

Warren woke two weeks later with a raging boner. His body had changed subtly since then - he definitely had tiny little A-cup titties now, for instance - but suddenly a tension was there, a sort of valve that needed releasing. He was groggy only a few moments before he felt the powerful need to jack himself off. He gripped his further shrunken cock, pinched his lovely nipples, and got to work pleasuring himself.

“NNGh! Yes! F-fuck yes! N-need this! NEED THISSSS!!!”

As with over a week ago, it didn’t take long for him to cum. He went rigid as he spurted load and after load of his cum into the bedsheets, something he’d have to take care of later. The tension unleashed across his body, and just as he feared (and sort of hoped), a fresh wave of transformation overcame him.

“F-fuck, here it c-comes! Just hit me already! Hit m-NGH!!”

His nipples swelled yet larger, and a pressure behind his chest made it rise, just a little, so that he was just shy of modest B-cups. His hips expanded subtly, his waist thinning by half an inch at best. They were small changes, but always adding up. He squirmed and groaned in a strange, reluctant pleasure as they overcame him. He bit his lip to avoid grinning, only to find that said lip became a little larger. His nose reshaped, becoming a little less long and defined, while his hair extended by an inch or so, enough that he now had a full head of ordinary men’s hair. More muscles drained away, though he was still quite fit. It left him despairing, but nothing could stop the pleasure of the change.

“OOhhhhhhh,” he moaned, experiencing another strange orgasm even as his penis became the size of a completely average male specimen, instead of the impressive member it had been.

The changes finally finished. He immediately leapt from his bed to inspect the damage.

“Fuck, I definitely look more soft now,” he said. “Even my voice is softer.”

That much was true. Still manly, but he wouldn’t be able to achieve that incredibly low tone he usually had on his streams any more. Oh well, he knew this would happen eventually, and besides, it would only increase the hype of the reveal, he was sure.

“Maybe this will help me overall,” he said. He cupped his small chest, which bobbed just the tiniest bit with his movements. “These better not get too damn big, though.”

It was crazy, really. Ridiculous. He was literally losing his manhood, becoming some bitch with a pussy, and it was freaking him out everyday. But one thing he’d always achieved in life was taking opportunity out of loss. It was literally how he ran his scams, after all. And now, this was his way of taking back control and re-asserting his dominance. Even if that dominance would have to be, despite his lifelong misogyny, a very female kind of dominance.

For the past two weeks, Warren had been hyping up his fans with his next, Ultra Tier of subscription. One that not only gave even greater access to him and special personalised investment advice, but also would have a ‘big reveal’ as to why he had been absent face-wise for so long. Suffice to say, it was already a massive hit. Of his eighty thousand subscribers, at least a third of whom were paying him, he now already had two thousand of those joining this new tier. It made him chuckle: perhaps he’d actually be able to own the car and house he claimed to sooner than he’d thought. The forums were exploding with anticipation. Was it a new car reveal? A new style? A new coin that would eclipse the others? Did he have a fucking private jet!? None of them truly suspected, except for AetherForever!, who’d been the first to join the new tier and pay double for it just out of loyalty.

I really really really hope it’s Lumin’s! He posted.

You’re crazy dude, no way is he becoming a crypto-gal.

I can hold out hope! It’d be fucking hot.

It almost made him regret what he was announcing, but he did it anyway. After showering, dressing himself in new sets of clothing he’d had to purchase in order to fit his slimmer, smaller figure, he activated the stream. He wore a cap with the bill down, obscuring his new hair and most of his face.

“Hey, crypto-bros, well done on joining my new, Ultra Special Deluxe tier. A lot of you have been speculating about what’s been going on with me lately. You might even be able to hear it in my voice. Well, I got some unexpected medical news a while back, and it’s had me on edge. I want you to know I’m still the same old me, but Warren Brody is going through some changes now, ones that mean this content creation will be themed a little differently going forward. Don’t worry, I’m still going to guide you to the ultimate financial success, and how to be the ultimate guy. But . . .”

Warren lifted his cap, and quickly unzipped his jacket so that his singlet showed the subtle outline of his small breasts on the screen. He gave his biggest, most confident grin - it was hard not to break a little inside as he did so.

“. . . it looks like I’m going to be doing it from the other side now. I’ve got Lumin’s Syndrome, and I’ll be turning into a chick. But that just means I’ll have all the perspective you need to success in both walks of life, and you get to have the fun of seeing me change even as you get rich. Let me explain how this is going to work . . .”

The comment section fucking exploded. One poster - AetherForever! - was over the moon.

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I’M DOUBLING MY INVESTMENT JUST TO CELEBRATE WOO

Okay, this is not what I expected. I should leave. You’re our crypt-bro, but is it weird I’m interested?

Sorry to hear Warren but you’re such a man that you’re bouncing back even turning into a chick. It doesn’t matter so long as we get rich!

If you keep turning, will you show us your tits?

The comments kept coming, but Warren stuck to the script, and discussed his diagnosis, how he was changing, and even stood and used the camera to give a light progress update, the first of many to come.

“So as you can see, fans, I’m going to be changing a lot more going forwards. If you want to ditch, you’re welcome to. But I’m still the same man inside, even if I’ll look different. It’ll be your loss though: we’re still going to the moon, baby.”

He had no idea why he added ‘baby’ to that last part. It just seemed . . . right. He blinked, paused for a moment, before giving a smirk. “See you guys later, and don’t worry, the meetup of the Cryoto-Crew this August is still happening!”

He ended the stream, feeling a little jittery but oddly excited. For the rest of the day he continued to anxiously read the comments on his videos, on his forums, on the wider newspace. He knew it wouldn’t take long for his changes to become known, but he hadn’t expected it so quickly. By the end of the day, various online sites were already mentioning him as an interest piece, and his subscription numbers had actually, impossibly, tripled in number. This was not to mention his simple follower numbers have become five times as large in the same space.

Of course, a number of his followers left. Others were hesitant, or weirded out, or simply following out of a sort of macabre interest. But way, way more seemed oddly keen at all this. Warren had suspected that his success bred jealousy even in his most loyal longtime fans, but many were actively celebrating his transformation into a woman, even relishing the sexual fascination with it. It grossed him out, though a small part of him sort of tingled in fascination as well.

“Fucking weird. Don’t even think in that direction,” he said to himself.

Feminist sites mocked him as getting a dose of karma, while some of his less popular competitors leapt on this to portray themselves as the ‘real men of crypto.’ And yet, still, Aether went up and up, his followers madly buying even its rising price, and inflating his own worth massively. He was literally expanding his wealth hugely in a single day, all thanks to Lumin’s Syndrome.

“Okay,” he declared to himself. “I gotta go all in on this. This is the way of the future. Lumin’s may suck, and I am not gonna love having a pussy, but I can still be the alpha male that I know I am inside. And I can make all these simps pay through the nose to put me there.”

He got his phone, and dialled a familiar number. Likely, she’d already heard the news. But he’d need her help in order to really maximise this monetary opportunity. After all, if he couldn’t be a crypto-bro, why not be an even more successful crypto-gal?

“Hey Cindy,” he said when she answered. “I’m guessing you already know, but I’ve got Lumin’s Syndrome, and I’ve gone public. I’d like to offer an opportunity for how we can both make a fuckton of money from this. Hell, I’ll even throw in some Aether stock for you.”

He smirked at that last touch. His maleness may be fading, but the hustle never stopped.

***

Another morning, another grunting exercise in pleasurable masturbation. This time he was in the living room, watching some porn. He could feel the change coming on earlier that morning, and while he knew he couldn’t fight it, he at least wanted some aspect of control over it. So Warren had put some hot action with one of his favourite porn stars on the screen and delighted in the view and sounds of her being railed by a big thick cock. He rubbed his own reduced one, moaning and gasping as the pressures began.

“Like, sooo damn hot,” he murmured. “God, she can fucking moan. Will I be able to moan like that?”

Somehow, the thought turned him on a little. He tried to keep his focus on the domination aspect, of how hot the woman on the screen was, but the look of her as she was bent over against the kitchen top, being absolutely fucked by this muscly dude, it turned him on in a way he hadn’t ever been before. He licked his lips, bit them, rubbed his nipples as he saw her naked breasts bounce. What would that feel like? God, what would it even be like to have a big cock inside her - uh, him . . .

He thought of that as he stroked himself, as he brought himself ever closer to orgasm. He pumped harder and harder, but it was so hard to think of being the one doing the pumping when soon he could be the one pumped into. To be stretched and filled.

“Oh f-fuck that s-sounds hot! Oh f-fuck! Yes! YESS! YESSSS!!!”

He came, and as always, his balls tightened, pressurising as they expelled their contents over and over. He quickly grabbed a wad of tissues, only just managed to catch the stream of semen that erupted from his throbbing manhood, but when he cried out, his voice sounded even higher than before. The changes began anew, and it was hard not to welcome them for how good they felt. For how much better they felt each time they occurred. Like a second orgasm, they washed through him, slimming his shoulders, reducing his height, causing his face to become gentler. His jaw cracked, giving momentary discomfort, and then suddenly it was rounded and more feminine in shape. His legs took on a bit more shapeliness, and his thighs plumpened, stretching the material of his shorts.

“OOhhhhhh yesss! Hit me with that s-stuff! Just do it! M-make me, like, f-fucking hot!”

He had no idea where that notion had come from, but it just felt right to say. He gripped his breasts upon his singleted chest, and rubbed them firmly, as if willing them to grow. They only gave a small hint of cleavage at the moment, but to a mingled share of delight and terror they bloomed once more. Fat and tissue poured in, filling them out so that they began to have a slightly rounded shape. Soon, they were quite full B-cups, and there was no doubting that cleavage was there. Even his areolas had expanded.

“My d-dick!” he exclaimed, clutching it. It was the source of so much pleasure, but it was not worth the emasculating sensation of it shrinking down yet further, or of his testes reducing in size too. And yet, it was still intensely pleasurable, enough so that he whined high and loud, quivering. His expanded breasts shook on his chest, reminding him that he would need a bra soon. Well, he needed one yesterday, really.

In the aftermath, he checked over his changes. Warren felt that same moroseness he often did when taking in his newly feminised form. To know that he was going from a manosphere icon, a bitcoin bro extraordinaire whose pump and dump schemes inspired the very people he took advantage of, to . . . this. It was a lot that he was still internalising, and it was honestly making it hard to even think.

“And why the fuck was I getting turned on thinking about cocks before?”

He shook his head, choosing not to dwell on it, instead inspecting his changes further. Sure enough, he looked caught midway between male and female. Too feminine to be a real man, at least in his eyes, and too butch to be a femme woman. His facial hair was entirely gone, and he hadn’t even noticed that his hair went past his ears now. He wasn’t sure whether to chop it or not; it looked kinda nice, and he rather liked the honey-blonde look. He took a length of it in his finger, twirled it a little while grinning cutely like a doe-eyed cheerleader. He stopped when he realised what he was doing.

“Gawd. I mean, God, what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m just nervous. Need to put up a stream and get ready to make that video with Cindy.”

Again, he felt that rising embarrassment, that humiliation at being reduced to this. But then, as always, Warren rallied. This was just another way to get success. To take a bad hand and make it a royal flush. He was going to come out on top of this, even if it ended up with him as a woman. Even a babe. He was going to fleece these rubes, and laugh all the way to the bank. Because unlike the genuine believers, he stored his actual wealth where it truly belonged. The crypto was just a means to a rich end.

He had his shower, dressed in his usual singlet, though to his dismay his nipples now poked rather prominently through it. Already, his stream chat and the forums were alive with speculation. Way too many people were betting on how big his tits were going to be, while others were hoping he’d still ‘keep it manly’ in his presentation. He’d thought about the latter, but it seemed every time he talked about his changes, showed off a little skin, that his subscriptions and viewership jumped. So he went with the flow, as wrong (and right) as it seemed.

“Hey Crypto-Crew,” he announced. “As you can probably hear, my voice has gone up a crack, but that doesn’t mean I’m not the man you should be listening to when it comes to your daily trades. Aether is down a little today but as I predicted, this would happen. It’s just a hiccup, don’t worry about it. Hold, hold, hold. Trust me: I’m turning into a damn woman and I’m still not panicking! So hold, and wait for the boom. Compare CommGram and I think you’ll realise what I’m talking about, and why not to invest in that. In the link below you’ll see I’ve also put up my limited addition NFT cards for the Crypto-Crew. Buy them and wear them like a badge of honour - they’ll be worth five times as much as their price tag in just a year.

“Now, I can see already that comments are going crazy about my appearance, and my voice, and what’s been happening with my body. Calm down guys. And to whoever is commenting ‘tits or get the fuck out,’ you can, like, get the fuck out. Suuuuper rude. I mean, really fucking rude. I’m showing you how to be a man, and even with a loss of four inches to my height I could still kick your ass around the block, just you watch.

“Anyway, I’ll give you the updates, and then I’m going to talk more about the upcoming seminar where the Crypto-Crew will finally meet up in August. I’m very excited guys. Who knows how much I’ll have changed since then but I can tell you this: I’ll have a few more Bugattis in the garage, and you can quote me on that. But enough of you donated to meet the goal to see me go through my changes, so I’m happy to announce that after I reveal what’s going on with my bod - uh, body - that I’ll be trying a bit of fashion on as well. After all, I plan to look good regardless of how I end up.”

He continued to talk like that for some time, going through how the cryptomarkets were matching against the dollar and so forth, but the interest had clearly shifted to him showing off his Lumin’s changes. He’d hoped to only make it a quick thing, but from the sheer demands - and the number of new members he had sending him money to invest, or just donating for this particular ‘cause’, he found himself swamped. He simply had to show off his increasingly hawt body. Hot. He wasn’t sure why he sometimes thought of the word in that Valley Girl style.

So he adjusted the camera, stepped back, and with an unmistakable blush on his distinctly paler cheeks, he discussed his bodily changes and showed them off to the camera. Of course, there was no way on Earth he was stripping naked, or dropping his shorts to show off how small his carrot and peas were, but from his singlet and shorts it was easy to see he’d become thinner, paler, softer, and more girlish. The shape of chest was distinct, and his ass was larger - he hadn’t even realised that last one until AetherForever! pointed it out with glee, dropping another two hundred dollars to his stream just from the excitement of it all.

Yes! Nice firm behind there Warren! SO HOT! YOU GONNA LOOK FINE! You’ve been my total mentor as a crypto-bro but you’re going to be an absolute queen as a hot E-girl I tell ya! YESSSSSSSS

It made Warren feel deeply discomfited, though a small part of him also felt weirdly excited at the same time. There was a conflict there, but then he’d always thrived on praise, and wasn’t this just another kind of praise, in a way? And he’d have to get used to it, since he was going to end up a woman anyway. He decided to show his body just a little bit longer than he intended, and even surprised himself when he lifted up his shirt to reveal his slimmer midriff, which had rapidly lost muscles and now simply looked like it belonged to a fit woman or particularly effeminate man.

“Yeah, I know, looking pretty girly, right? But that doesn’t mean I won’t be dominating the markets hard like a man, when it comes to this week's investing. Remember everyone, it’s all about the hustle! And to those who want to follow my journey through Lumin’s Syndrome even as we all get filthy stinking rich in the coming boom, well, I’ve got a surprise for you on the Deluxe Ultra tier. I have a very special guest coming.

Show us the changes! Can we see them live? Will pay lots of money!

Fuck yeah, I agree. I came for the bitcoin, but I’ll stay for the bimbofication!

Warren’s no bimbo, show some respect. Even with tits he’s more man than any of us could hope to be. We’re literally walking in his shadow. But yeah, I’d pay extra to see a live change, since he just alluded to it being in fits and spurts.

TITS OR GTFO WOOOOOOOO

Warren bit his lip, strangely excited at the prospect of showing a live change. It would have to be done carefully, but if it made his channel blow up even further . . .

“I tell you what, Crypto-Crew, if my seminar gets fully booked out, then I’ll make sure to show you a live change. It’s an investment, after all! You guys have a good day, and remember, just because I’m becoming a woman doesn’t mean I’m still not a total bro. We’re all gonna have fine bitches in the kitchen serving us rich dinners soon. Well, you are. I’m already there.”

He signed off, blinked a few times.

“What the fuck did I just, like, agree to?”

***

Warren had purchased a few things to fit his form, but he was really counting on the person on the other side of his door, ringing the bell excitedly. Cautiously, a little afraid of people in his personal life seeing him this way, he opened it. Thankfully, it was just the person he wanted, looking gorgeous and done up in a hot white summer dress that was just a little too thin for the still-cool weather.

“Well, well, well,” she marvelled. “Someone got turned about. Holy shit, I watched a couple of your streams just to see it Warren, and honestly to get on this Aether train ride, but I didn’t truly believe it. It’s no hustle. You’re really-”

“Turning into a bitch, yeah.”

“A woman, asshole. Not all of us are bitches, though I guess I am one. Thanks for the boost to my socials, by the way. A few people don’t like it, but it made me quite popular.”

“Glad to hear it,” Warren answered. “Do you, like, wanna come in already?”

“Happily!” she declared, waltzing in, her full C-cup tits bobbing with each step. For just the merest moment, Warren felt self-aware about his own chest, and experienced a wave of jealousy that hers was bigger. She seemed to notice.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of getting this big? I’m not even in the ‘huge tits’ category, Warren.”

“No way am I getting that big. At least, I hope not. Look, did you bring the stuff or not?

Cindy smirked, tossed her hair back. “Oh, I brought it all right. What do you think is in all those bags at the doorstep? You can carry those in, by the way. I did all the hard work shopping, I think a man should be the one to do the rest of the heavy lifting. You can still do heavy lifting, right?”

“Oh, har har. I didn’t have to invite you. I did it because-”

“You did it because we both know that you’re blowing up right now, and I’m blowing up right now, and we’re both in the crypto game, even if I’m just dipping my toes. And you want a hot e-girl in your vids to act as your girlfriend. Let’s not kid.”

He gritted his teeth. Ordinarily, he would have argued the point, but he felt weirdly lacking in aggression today. Must have been all those damn feminine hormones coursing through his system.

“Sure, okay, fine, you’ve got me. We’re both hustlers. I’ve got this big seminar coming up, first one in person with the Crypto-Crew.”

“God, what a lame name.”

“I know, but these simps love it. So I’m sticking with it. But it sold out when I promised I’d change in real-time before them, and I thought since my line is going so far up, why not lean into the e-girl thing just a little since it’s getting me views and subscriptions. This has been over a week in the making, Cindy. Please tell me you got the stuff.”

She grinned. “Grab it and see.”

With a sigh, he went and got the bags, bringing them to the living room area. They were heavier than he anticipated, or maybe his muscles just sucked now. Either thought wasn’t fun. He brought them before Cindy and opened them.

“Like, holy shit,” he said, his voice going just that little bit higher.

Inside were stacked women’s clothing galore. Crop tops, blouses, skinny jeans, ripped jeans, skirts, bras, panties, push-ups, v-necks, tight tees, minidresses, cocktail dresses, gowns, high heels, and even some damn bikinis packaged in there. With a chuckle at his aghast expression, Cindy took the other bag and dumped the entire contents on the floor, revealing even more of the same and then some, including hair care products, makeup, jewellery, earrings, and even some naughty outfits he would never, ever be caught dead in.

“Oh . . . you, like, really got it all,” he marvelled.

His body shivered in a reluctant excitement, even as he beheld the clothing that never should have belonged to him ordinarily.

“Absolutely, I did. Are you ready to try it on and get filming? I bet the ‘bros’ will just love hearing about the value of Aether while you wear those fishnet stockings?”

Warren gulped. “Gawd.”

It was too late. He had committed. But what on Earth had he gotten himself into?

To Be Continued . . .