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Ordinary everyday life still seemed unbearable for George, who is now officially Georgia in all documents, a month after all the events that happened to her. As if it wasn't enough that he got this body with huge buffers and now he had to constantly feel their huge weight, feel that they constantly dangle uncontrollably and adapt to a new center of gravity.

But because of this young practicing witch who lives next door, George now had permanent make-up that never washed off. He didn't even have the opportunity to wear men's clothes now. More precisely, of course, he could do it, but every time he experienced terrible discomfort when he tried to do it. And the love for short skirts was so deep now that even at home, George had difficulty taking them off and this was only at the moments when it was necessary to wash.

And after all, none of this could have happened if on that day George had not decided to buy a powerful Wi-Fi router for his house. How could he know that this router would somehow intercept the spells of the young witch and direct them to him with increased effect.

Cassandra just wanted to give herself a simple makeover, a little bigger boobs, a little more feminine, and... a little boost in her libido in the hope that it would help her become a good match for the one she secretly loved. She even made a spell for him so that she began to like skirts more than her usual pants, in which she usually went.

But the router immediately intercepted her magic and sent it to George, who was playing at that moment in the game console after classes at college. He immediately felt this huge weight of incredible breasts on his body and for the first time felt the taste of this lipstick, which was now always on his lips. Instead of his T-shirt and house pants, at that moment he was wearing some kind of tight top, which seemed to be about to burst, and a short pink skirt, and on his feet instead of house slippers, a pair of high-heeled shoes.

On the screen, instead of a game, the YouTube channel of a beauty blogger was turned on, which told something about cosmetics, and instead of a game controller, he held a d***o emitter.

Frustrated by her bad luck, the young witch sat down on the sofa with her hands down, wanting to cry at her bad luck, while George was shocked by the changes that had happened to him, his clothes and his apartment! Nothing else reminded him of his life here as George.

And after a while, George realized that ...

...

And after a while, George realized that no one even remembered him now. No, his life was practically the same, he was also a college student and he also had those parents and even a last name. But everything else was different. Everyone knew him now only as Georgia, available to almost anyone who would like to fuck her.

And it was really difficult to control, George's libido, already high before the spell, and now also enhanced by the router, just jumped to heaven. It was simply vital for him to receive these new sensations from excitement and or**ms every day. It even got to the point that George, unable to withstand the surging emotions and having mixed up the toilet in the first days, literally himself insisted on giving a bl**ob to the cleaner of this toilet.

Despite all the humiliation and shame, George, however, to his great disappointment, soon realized that he liked it. Everything related to sex now sincerely cheered him up and seemed to be the main meaning of his life.

It was strange to just realize it, but it seemed completely impossible to accept it. However, this was his new reality.

Today, having finished cleaning as much as possible, George, by the already familiar sensations, realized that it was about 19 hours. It was already like some kind of tradition that George himself could not overcome. After all, it was at this time that the same meeting took place in that men's toilet, closed for cleaning.

With obvious displeasure still palpable, George did his best to ignore it. But he thought, thought and hoped that Harley would now come to his apartment and all his thoughts in his head at that moment were only about his penis. The worst thing was that in those moments there was only anxiety from the fact that Harley would not come today. Although this has never happened since that meeting.

George himself left for Harley, the same 52-year-old fat janitor, the address of his apartment and said that he wanted it to become a tradition. George almost immediately realized the full evidence that this was nonsense, but the next day he already realized that he was sincerely waiting for this time. And of course Harley did not disappoint the first time, nor the next day, and all the days after.