Perfect girlfriend (Patreon)

Ben was sitting at home in front of the TV at the moment when his ex-girlfriend Amanda finally decided to use dark magic for revenge. Of course, he did not immediately notice the changes that had occurred to him in a matter of fractions of a second and continued to calmly watch TV.

The first thing he noticed was not even that instead of his strong muscular body he now had the body of a busty weak chick. Even the touch of long hair gathered in a beautiful hairstyle was out of his mind. He tensed only from the sounds in the next room, because he was definitely alone and definitely did not expect any guests.

Squinting his gaze and lifting his body, he was still sitting with his legs outstretched, gazing intently at the door and already seeing the movement of what silhouette there.

- Hey! Who ... who ... what the ?!

Of course, he wanted to find out who it was walking in his apartment, but at first he was confused by the strange sound of his voice, which sounded more like a squealing schoolgirl than the voice of a person who has been engaged in bodybuilding all his life. And then he looked down and was shocked to see that instead of his men's T-shirt, he was wearing some kind of black leather top, which tightly pressed two mounds of flesh very similar to women's boobs.

It was impossible not to feel this strange weight in the chest area. The leather fabric felt as good as the strings of this top tied tightly to his back. Now the touch of long hair was obvious, which he had so far ignored and did not try to take off this "wig", but with the movements of his head, he clearly felt the touch of long hair on his back and shoulders.

Immediately starting to pull off this top, Ben discovered that they were really female boobs, the skin of which he scratched painfully with his long painted nails. It was all unrealistic. All his muscles were gone, his arms were skinny. Before he could reach between his legs, he heard an unfamiliar male voice.

- Whoa whoa. Who else are you?

The guy was looking at him. It was a complete copy of Ben except for the face. He was just as strong and muscular and looked at Ben in surprise.

- Who am I? Who are you? And what have you done to me?

Ben squeaked trying to understand at least something.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Baby, take it easy. I'm just kidding

- Are you kidding ?! What?!

...

The magic Amanda was using worked as it should. Now Ben has got the perfect body and the life of the girl of his dreams. His height was no longer 1 meter 84 cm, but 1 meter 64 cm, the ideal boobs and body that Ben had always dreamed of for his girlfriend.

Ben got it all. And not only. Now he was forced to live up to all his fantasies about the ideal girl. Being next to his new boyfriend, who by the way was a complete copy of Ben except for his face and name, Ben behaved just like the ideal girl in his view would behave. Even the love for various clothes that were now humiliating for him was now with him.

It was only by being alone that Ben could partially control his life. Why partially? Because he still needed to maintain the image created by his own head about the ideal girl and still he had to use his new feminine seductive wardrobe and work as a waitress.