Stacy (Patreon)

- Oh my goodness...

I spoke slowly in shock, hearing the unusually high sound of my voice and the movement of my mouth, which exactly repeated the reflection of Stacy in the mirror behind me. It was impossible, but it was a fact. I could feel the weight on my chest and the unfamiliar pressure of my bra straps under the delicate fabric of Stacey Donovan's red blouse. Her long hair touched my neck, and her thong dug uncomfortably into my ass.

Standing awkwardly on my heels, I tried to lower the overly short tight skirt, which was now on me instead of my usual pants, and felt my heart beating wildly.

It worked! But... I could not even think that this strange site on the Internet is magical. I just uploaded a photo of Stacey because it said I could then control her, but I didn't think it would be literal!

Stacey is just our hostess girl, who met guests in our business center and I wanted to get into her panties for a long time, but... but not like that! Damn it, something needs to be done.

Turning my head to the computer, I saw something appear on the screen. Walking clumsily quickly to my desk, I saw a sign that said "apply completely" and a countdown that was already ending.

Panic, panic, panic! What the hell. I did not have time to press the cancel button and at that moment my room changed ... or rather, I ended up in a completely different place.

It didn't feel like my big city center apartment anymore, it was some small room with cheap furniture and I was staring at the old laptop, still feeling Stacey's boobs and her clothes and hair. In the black screen of the old laptop, I still saw her reflection.

Clumsily resting Stacey's small hands on the old table, I suddenly felt someone squeezing my ass.

- Can you give me a quick blow before work?

A male voice said rudely behind me and I turned around in shock and saw an unfamiliar young guy with an obscene smile. No... No, it can't be! I don't want Stacey's life, everything suits me

...

Poor Michael had no idea there was no going back. This site randomly chose the "lucky ones" that it allowed to choose their lives. Yes, if Michael had read the instructions on the site more carefully, he would have been more careful and probably would not have even changed anything in his life or would have chosen the life of a more successful man.

But the choice was made and now Michael was no longer a successful top manager in a large firm, but got the life of Stacy Donovan, who lives in her boyfriend's apartment and works as a hostess in a business center.