Live show (Patreon)

"Hey dude, check this out!" My friend was staring at his phone in the car with a silly grin on his face. "This chick is a real hottie! My God, and she's standing in heels as if she's wearing them for the first time! Oh, what an actress, haha! Look, I'm going to send you a link."

I rolled my eyes with a snort, trying to focus on the road. My friend had a terrible taste when it came to the choice of content to watch.

"What did you find there again? A girl who washes cars and accidentally falls into a puddle of water? Or a woman who falls asleep in the park and wakes up naked?" I said, looking at him with a frown.

"No, better!" My friend giggled. "This is a live video. 'Gender Bender - Live Transformation' is the title of this show. They turn guys into girls. But I'm sure it's staged. Just look at her. She is obviously a professional actress of... Haha, oh, no, she just fell off her heels! Look!"

"You are disgusting," I grunted, but still decided to take a closer look. The girl was really hot, so I didn't mind getting a few seconds of pleasure while I was stuck in a traffic jam. I don't know what happened before, but when I started watching she was on the floor and trying to get up. Her big breasts were bouncing, and the fabric of her dress was so stretched that I could see everything through it. The girl was obviously scared, and her ability to stand in heels was not at all what one would expect from an this type of girl.

"Oh, and now she's trying to talk to the viewers. 'Why am I fucking woman?' Oh! 'Help me! I'm a Greg Smith from...' Wait, She definitely said something else, why didn't they show it in text?! Damn it!"

"Oh, fuck off!" I was already tired of this and hit the steering wheel, but suddenly I remembered where I heard this name. "Hey, isn't Greg Smith the guy from the gym? He disappeared three weeks ago. Everyone thought he was just gone on vacation. He even left his car. You know, the big guy. I'm not kidding. He could easily beat you and me together, and that's not counting his muscles."

"This jerk was a douchebag," said my friend. "No need to tie this hottie to this jerk. Besides, hey, dude, do you seriously think that's the real Greg Smith? Ahaha, no way. She must be a good actress, a prostitute, maybe. Although, it would be funny if it was the real one, and he turned into a bitch. Oh, what the... She's taking her clothes off. What a show! Damn, she's grabbing her tits and trying to take them off. Ahahahaha, this is hilarious! What the... damn, paid subscription?!"

"Finally you shut up about it," I muttered, driving through a long tunnel and giving a smile to a girl in a small car in the right lane, who waved to me and winked.

"That's where the fun began... You should have seen those boobs..." he whispered, watching his phone again. "Oh, Greg-greg, heh... no, what a stupid name! I'm calling her Gina!" he said, looking at photos of the girl. "I don't understand... Here is shown a male body without a head and the process of transformation step by step with some strange device. And then they insert the photo of Gina into the frame... Looking too realistic, but they are not the same person, i'm sure. It's some kind of a neural networks or some other shit."

"Hah! No, they take real big guy from the gym and change him into a hottie with big tits," I laughed, twirling my finger at my temple. "He didn't have money for a subscription and they kidnapped him and turned him into a slut for money!" I said, showing obvious sarcasm. "Or they are the aliens. Hah, it's probably some kind of an alien invasion. Soon we'll all be replaced by hot chicks. They will take over the Earth."

"You are an asshole," muttered my friend, and for some time we drove in silence.