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"I don't know, my mom brought it back from her business trip to china." Arthur held out the coin for Steven to inspect. The two longtime friends were hanging around in Steven's dorm killing time, something they did most days in their junior year at college. Arthur's mother had just stopped by for a visit after being in China for a couple weeks and he came over to Steven's room to hang out and show him the gifts his mother had brought home. "That's cool. Is it really all gold?" Steven inspected the coin in his hand. It was neat, with strange Chinese symbols on it and a statue of a woman depicted on one side. "That's what she told me." Arthur sat on Steven's couch and loaded up a game of call of duty. It was Steven's room, but he didn't mind his friend making himself at home. Steven was just searching reddit anyway. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" Arthur asked. "I don't know. I should study, but maybe there's a party or something happening." "Man, I could definitely go for meeting some girls. I feel like I've seen every girl in this school. I don't know, I'm just bored of them all or something," Arthur said, not even bothering to face away from the game. "Dude, like you're hooking up with so many girls." Steven said and turned his attention from the coin back to surfing Reddit. "I'd like to meet her!" Arthur said and pointed at a picture on the website. It was 2 girls, one petite and one with a huge chest practically spilling out of her shirt. The petite girl was staring in jealousy at the cleavage of the bigger girl, and pouting. The title was just "Sometimes god plays favorites." "You wouldn't even be able to talk to her, you nerd," Steven said. The truth is both of them were pretty average. Arthur was 6'0 and in decent shape, Steven 5'11 and about the same. They didn't play any organized sports but stayed active. They were both active at parties hooking up with coeds, but never someone as attractive as in the picture. "I tell you what, I'm going to use this coin and get us laid," Arthur said, picking the coin off the desk. "Oh, sure. Chinese Magic?" "Chinese magic baby!" Arthur grinned. "Alright, heads we get girls like these, tails we come home later tonight lonely. I've got dibs on the girl with the rack." "Fine by me." Steven didn't mind playing along. At least this meant they were going to skip studying and go to a party. "I like the look on the little one anyway. The hot one probably has sex all the time, she probably doesn't care at all. But look at her dorky little face. I bet you that girl is horny like 24/7." "Alright, it's settled. This side is heads" Arthur flashed the side with the female statue. He flicked the coin in the air, catches it in his left hand, and slaps it down on the table. "Heads!" Arthur yells and reaches up for a high five. "Our lonely days are over!" "I'll drink to that," Steven smiled, and went over to the fridge to grab a couple beers. Walking home that night from the party the boys cracked jokes about the busted coin. They'd both struck out, and were heading home early pretty buzzed. "Some Chinese magic," Arthur said. "Nah, maybe it just wasn't working tonight," Steven laughed. "Next time." The two friends made their way to their respective dorm rooms, Steven stripped down to his underwear and passed out alone in his bed. The next morning Steven woke up alone as the bright sunlight illuminated his room. "Jesus, it's bright out. I must have overslept," he thought. As the world started to form in around him Steven was just happy he wasn't hung over. He could have sworn he drank too much the night before. Lifting his head he started looking around the room. Everything seemed blurry and out of focus. "Must just be from the drinking last night," he thought. He also felt like something was different. The room looked brighter than it had before. The color palette was off. It never really had a color scheme before, mostly just blue and black sheets and the only other colors were his clothes on the ground. But everything seemed off today. It was, pink? Steven sat up, squinting at the room around him trying to make it out. It was blurry and he really had to focus to make out what he was looking at. There were still clothes lying around the room, but something was off. Hanging on the closet door was something strange. He squinted harder. "Is that a bra?" he thought. Looking around the room he could start to make out different clothing. Shirts and jeans and shorts. But they weren't his shorts and jeans and shorts. There was also dresses, and skirts. Women's shoes everywhere. "Wait, shit, did I actually hook up last night?" he thought. Reaching over to his desk to try to grab his phone he felt strange. His arm movement felt lighter, and he felt like he really had to strain to reach his phone. He felt a phone but also a pair of glasses. He pulled the phone close, it was the same type of phone that he owned but the case was different. It was purple. He tried to make out the lock screen but he couldn't make out even the time without strong concentration. "This must be the girl's phone that I hooked up with," he thought, looking around the blurry room trying to find where the mystery girl was off to. "She must be in the bathroom," he thought. Steven grabbed the glasses on the table, again straining to reach that table just to pick them up. His whole body felt light, almost weightless. "Maybe I really do need glasses. I'll see if this girl's glasses help," he thought sliding the frames over his eyes. The room shot into sharp focus and he could make out everything. The clothes were indeed women's clothing messily strewn about the room. The walls and the bedsheets were covered in girly posters and decorations. There was pink and purple colors on almost everything. Steven sat upright. Something still wasn't right. He looked over to the full length mirror by the closet. Looking back at him with a confused expression was a very petite Asian girl wearing a plain white t-shirt. She had dark black hair cut to just above the shoulders with bangs, small thin lips pursed in confusion, and was wearing the glasses he had picked up earlier. When steven moved his head, the confused looking girl moved hers. He stood up and walked toward the mirror, noticing that instead of simply stepping out of bed he actually had to fall down a bit to get his legs on the ground. He looked down and saw two tiny female legs coming out from under the white t-shirt the girl in the mirror was wearing, with two very small breasts making the slightest impression on the chest area of the shirt. He was a girl! He was a tiny Asian girl with glasses! What the fuck? Who was he? Where was he? What the fuck was going on? In shock, he walked over to the mirror to get a better view of this body. He was struck by how small his new legs were. His new hips had the slightest hint of curvature to them, and the legs initially bowed inward and straightened into dainty feet. The skin on his legs was smooth and brown, and running his now tiny hands over the thigh sent a flurry of sensations. his thighs were skinny, creating a gap that exposed his new gender. There was something almost MORE feminine about the slight flare than a woman with more of an hourglass figure. It was as if his body were trying to retain a male form but that the powerful nature of femininity betrayed him. He lifted his butt cheeks in his hand and felt them fall slightly upon release. He had the tiniest butt, but he could feel the fatty tissue in his tiny hands. To see it better in the mirror he turned on the ball of his right foot and peered over his shoulder, brushing slick black hair out of his view. He shuddered at the pose he found himself making in the mirror, abjectly feminine, sickeningly cute. His stomach was thin like the rest of him, and he could see the outline of his ribs ever so slightly. His mid section curving over his womb drawing attention down to his new pussy. Holy shit! He had a pussy! He slid his hand to the cusp of the plain white panties he was wearing but then pulled away. It was too soon. He placed his hands on his breasts and held them for a moment. They were warm and soft and were perfectly cupped by his dainty fingers. Any male hands would simply dwarf these tiny breasts he thought and the image of being fondled flooded into his head. Strong male hands dominating his slender frame, easily overpowering this weak body. He could feel the rough skin over these tiny breasts and his mind reeled from the image. When he reopened his eyes he could see his legs pressed every so slightly inward, protecting his vulnerable vagina. He was disgusted by the very thought but his there was another feeling circling in his brain. Why was he thinking about guys hands on his breasts? He took in the whole picture of this body. Gone was the young man he had been his whole life. In it's place was a petite Asian woman, slanted and folded eyes, black hair flowing down her head. It was shocking to see himself as a different race. He took his fingers and peeled his new folded eyelids back, trying to make his eyes wider. There were different levels of Asian eye folds but this was about as much as he had ever seen before. It wasn't the slight Asian shape that came off as an exotic touch. These eyes were almost permanently squinting, they were so small. He began making faces in the mirror to see how the face contorted and shifted. His face looked a bit confused no matter what expression he made. His smile was weak, unconfident. There were cute features, sure, but overall it wasn't a face that screamed sexy. With the large rounded frames of the glasses, he looked, well, kind of dorky. He ran his fingers over his panties and felt the outline of his vagina. It sparked immediately into attention, sending a shock of sensation through his petite frame. His nipples started to rub against the t-shirt as they hardened. Was he turned on by this girl? He was staring at a near naked woman, even if she wasn't his type. He tried to picture in his head something sexy, experimenting with the feeling of arousal to see what was going on. His body had no reaction to looking at his boobs and legs, in fact there was nothing sexual about them in his mind. They were just parts. But he had felt something. He rubbed the panties again and let his mind wander wherever it wanted. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his head, and his imagination immediately turned to a man standing behind him, his large frame towering over the petite body. His female hand he could easily pretend as a man's hand, grabbing his soft female crotch gruffly. He could feel in his head the threatening presence of the large, imaginary man. Back in reality, he could feel heat and moisture on his fingers lingering at his pussy. His concentration was broken by the sound of the phone on the desk vibrating. It was a text from Johnathon, a friend of his from his male life. Did Johnathon know this person? "Hey Li, we still down to meet at the library to work on the computer science project? I'm running a bit late." What the hell? Jonathan was Steven's partner in that class. Was he doing the project twice or something? What is going on. Steven decided to call his number on this phone. It rang once and went to voicemail. "Hey this is Li. Leave a message." What the fuck? He started panicking. He grabbed a wallet out of the purse on the door and went to the drivers license. The name said Li Hua Smith, height 5'0, weight 90 pounds. That's weird, Smith was steven's last name too. And this person had the same date of birth! And the same address as his home address! What the hell was going on? He started flipping through the phones pictures, trying to get a sense of what was going on. Inside he found photos of Li hanging out in college with some of Steven's friends, and some other girls he knew and some he didn't. That's so weird, he thought, I've never seen this girl in my life. But as he scrolled more he found other photos. Photos of Li with Steven's mother and father. Hanging out in Steven's house. Petting his family dog. He got another text from Johnathon. "You still coming?" Steven tried to think of what to send back. Maybe say that he's sick, just ignore the text. But the more he thought about trying to get out of the interaction the more anxious he got. He started to breath faster and felt uneasy and nauseous. Trying to think of something to type out made him panic and he ended up just sending, "Sorry, running late. Be there soon!!!" What the hell? Why did he do that? Now he had to get dressed and leave this room! He looked for a pair of pants to put on but his brain told him he couldn't leave the room in his pajamas. And all of a sudden the panties he was wearing felt old, smelly, dirty. He stripped down naked and before he knew it he was opening drawers around the apartment looking for underwear. He found a drawer stuffed with panties of all varieties and held a pair in his hands. They were incredibly small, barley as much fabric as a napkin. He thought for a minute how anyone could ever fit into something so tiny and then remembered exactly whose body he was in. He looked at the park in his hands, a tan pair of classic brief panties. There were some light stains on the crotch and he shuddered to realize that whatever stained the fabric could at any point come out of him. He rooted for a second to find an unstained pair but the only ones that seemed untouched were the G-strings and more exotic cuts, and he wasn't ready to even think about that. So he stepped into the panties and pulled them up over his slender legs until they cusped his new vagina and ass. He thought it would be a miracle to fit into anything so small but he had to admit he felt more comfortable with his pussy finally covered. He stood in front of the mirror for a second and looked over his body. What the hell was he going to wear? Looking back at him was this tiny Asian woman, furrowed brow, terse lips. He looked confused, but on his tiny frame it came off as almost cute. He noted how his feet naturally pointed slightly inward, which mixed with the slight bow legged effect of his tiny thighs and wide set hips made his natural standing posture look, well, weak. He looked like he could be knocked over with nearly any amount of force. His breasts, were little more than an A cup with tiny protruding nipples atop them. He picked them up and let them drop down again. "What the hell," he thought. "I'm not even sexy," he pouted. No No NO! He snapped back to reality for a second. He didn't want anyone to look sexy! What the hell would sex even be like in this body? "I guess I could dress up like a boy and maybe get a lesbian." But the thought of sex had started trickling into the back of his mind, and produced a sudden image of him on his back, legs spread, awaiting an unnamed cock. He shuddered at the thought. Jesus, that was the second time he'd thought about sex already. He found a pair of blue jeans on the floor and pulled them over his dainty legs, again noting the jean material clinging to every inch of his leg. He couldn't imagine tighter pants but when he looked in the mirror they didn't look that bad. They looked normal. He caught a quick glance of his butt in the jeans, and the sight of the tapered hips, the jeaned butt, and the shirtless braless female back looked unavoidably feminine. His Asian features furrowed in distress only added to the cuteness factor that plagued his new form. He went to the closet and pulled out a black t-shirt and threw it on. He untucked his hair from the shirt and frantically brushed it out of his face. the shirt, in the style of most female t-shirts, was tapered in on the waist and out in the breast, and was a little more snug than he had hoped. Looking in the mirror again he was immediately drawn to his 2 nipples poking through the fabric. "Oh shit," he thought, "even these small tits need a bra." He went back to the underwear drawer and pulled out an assortment of bras. The first one was a lacy tan bra that looked like nothing more than underwire and lace. He wondered if this did anything to conceal nipples, or hold up his breasts and then remember that that wasn't the only reason girls wore bras. He shuddered as he grabbed a simple maroon bra and inspected it. It looked simple enough, and he fixed it around his waist before pulling it up to his breasts and easing them into the cups. He put back on the t-shirt and to his horror realized that the bra he had picked had padding. His tiny breasts, a feature he was somewhat thankful for considering his situation, now looked like they had jumped from an A-cup to a B-cup. On his tiny frame, the difference was significant. For the third time he stripped off his shirt, released his breasts from the bra and grabbed a sports bra from the top of the laundry hamper. The bra was tight all around his chest but actually compressed his small breasts down and kept them from the slight jiggle that had been bothering him all morning. He threw back on the t-shirt, muscled his hair into a pony tail and took one last look in the mirror. Staring back at him was a frustrated looking Chinese woman with messy hair. His vision was blurry and the face squinting at the mirror already had such narrow eyes that it looked almost like they were closed. His face was round and smooth, but his features faded into his skin tone a bit too much. This face needed lipstick and makeup. He frowned again and found himself thinking, "I look like a 12 year old boy." But he knew that wasn't true. The feminine aspects of this body still made themselves apparent even with minimal effort. Soft facial features, slight flaring hips, the way his legs were shaped. The jeans were looser than most woman's jeans but at points they hugged the cusp of he ass betraying it's soft feminine shape. When he crossed his arms they rested just underneath his breasts. And the way the t-shirt would fall on his chest outlined the small lumps underneath. The closer the clothing came to being male the more it's female features stood out. In a strange way, wearing a "male" outfit of jeans and a t shirt was almost worse, as though he couldn't hide from the reality. He was a she. His phone buzzed, a text that Johnathon would be there in 5 minutes. This was the final moment to get out of it, to just call in sick and spend the day at home hoping it would go away. But he had to go. "Maybe it's just a dream" he thought. "This can't be real," he thought as he grabbed his purse, and headed out the door "Yo, Li, you okay?" They had been sitting in silence studying in a back room of the library for about an hour. Steven had made sure to pick a spot hidden in the book shelves. "You've been super quiet today. Big test coming up?" "Um, maybe. I don't know. Sorry if I'm being weird..." Something about this body was making it hard for Steven to talk to people. Whenever he was asked a question it was like a shot of adrenaline that overwrote his thoughts and made him panic. He was compelled to answer something short and quick and only if it made sure not to bother anyone. "It's ok. Just like, you know, you seem stressed. We can take a break if you want." "Um," steven had no idea what to say. He can't just admit his problem. "I guess I was just thinking about midterms. I've got a ton to do this week..." "Yeah, school sucks. I don't know, I'm kind of burnt out for the day. You want to pick up a coffee and call it?" Jonathan seemed completely normal. He acted just like he did when Steven was Steven. It was like they were the same friends, impossible as it sounds, even though he was a totally different person. Jonathan had always had a bunch of girls-who-were- friends. He credited it to having 3 sisters. "Yeah, that sounds good," Steven said. On the way to the coffee shop Steven felt, well, normal. Studying was a good way to get his mind off what was going on, and for some reason he felt better at concentrating, like the subject was easier to comprehend and more interesting. He'd done more in 2 hours than he had in 2 weeks before this. Walking with Jonathan was great too. It was just like shooting the shit when he was a guy. It was strange having to look up at his old friend, but besides that the conversation was normal. He didn't have to struggle to get words out, or feel any weird femininity while walking. It was the first break he'd caught since turning into a girl. At the coffee shop, things changed, however. As soon as they entered the room he felt his anxiety start to spike. His palms were sweating a little bit as he glanced around the room. They walked up to the counter and The barista asked Mark, "And what do you want to drink?" Mark ordered a coffee and then the barista turned toward Steven. Steven was immediately caught up in his eyes. He was taller than her by about half a foot, and staring down at her with kind, piercing blue eyes. His heart began to beat faster as the barista asked "and what can I get for you, little lady?" Two things happened when he heard those words. The first was that Steven found he could no longer keep eye contact with the barista. He shift his gaze down, where he could see that his feet were slightly pointing inwards on each other. The act of looking down cause him to have to adjust his glasses frames, and he had to pull the sleeve down back past his hand just to be able to do that. He was rocking a little back and forth and he could feel his breath become shorter. The second noticeable thing, was far more concerning. He could feel a tingle in his vagina, the rush of tantalizing excitement, the subtle warms. Adjusting his hips, he could feel a bit of his womanly cream drip into his panties. He was overwhelmingly, inarguably, horny as hell. "Oh, uh, um..." He tried to say black coffee. Just say it, just say small black coffee. "Oh, um can I please" he momentarily looked up and met the barista's eyes again, but quickly shot his gaze back at the ground. It felt like every time he looked directly at the man both terror and arousal. It was overwhelming. "Can I get uhm, a small soy latte?" What? He'd never ordered that drink before. "Absolutely, and what name can I put on the cup?" the barista asked. "Oh, um." He forced himself to look up and meet eyes with the man. "It's Li." "Cute name," said the barista, and then he winked. Steven felt himself actually stumble back on the wink. Like, physically have the readjust his footing because of a wink! His body flooded with adrenaline he was so embarrassed. He couldn't even say thank you, he just threw the money on the counter and walked away. His cheeks burning up with blush. "You are such a dork," said Johnathon. "It's just an order. What's going to happen if you get it wrong." "Shut up," Steven said. Oh god, does this happen often? As they waited for their drinks to be made Johnathon prattled on about a game of Call of Duty from the night before. Steven nodded and added pleasantries, but his gaze was fixated on the barista. Behind the counter he could freely inspect the actions of the tall, blue eyed student barista. He moved effortlessly between stations, with a long confident stride. Steven fixed his gaze unknowingly on the man's forearms, watching the muscles flex and move as he made the drink. Steven's mind began to wander into a fantasy, what would it be like to be alone with this man? To have those tight muscular arms holding down his weak feminine arms. For him to force her to look him in the eye as he moved in closer, his tall frame bending over to meet her lips. His hands exploring around her lower back, pulling them together... "Yo, I think your drink is ready" Jonathan interrupted. "Oh, um, yeah," Steven snapped back into reality. What was he thinking about? Why did he use female pronouns? "Li?" said the barista. Steven walked over to the counter, noticing the slick feeling between his tiny thighs with every step. He was so embarrassed he thought he might just die. "There you go, small latte." The barista winked again. Steven Smiled and shuddered. He could have sworn that he felt his pussy twitch. "Want to go back to the library?" "Uhm, I'm actually going to head back to my dorm. I've got some stuff I need to do. Meet up for dinner or something?" "Sure." Steven scrambled back to his room and threw the coffee down on his desk. What the fuck was happening to him? He was overwhelmingly embarrassed by the simplest interactions. Shy to the point of it being crippling. And oh my god was did he get horny quick. He was burning up underneath his sweater and jeans, the skin was tingling and his privates warm, wet and demanding attention. He was exhausted and he didn't want to think. He yanked the sweater and t-shirt off in one pull, tangling her a-cup bra so that one of the boobs had escaped. She threw off her jeans and lay on the bed, peeling her soaking wet panties of his sex and down his smooth petite legs. Working his fingers to the clitoris he began stroking. His body convulsed with the ministrations, his mind a mess of embarrassment and arousal. I shouldn't be doing this, I'm a guy, his mind tried to tell him. But looking over his right shoulder he could see his reflection in the full length mirror on his closet door. Bras, panties and women's clothing draped over the entire dorm room. He could see his under endowed breasts jiggling slightly on his chest, flattened out on his back, but still there. He made eye contact with the slanted tiny eyes in his reflection. In her reflection. He was she. He was A she. His body flushed with pleasure at the thought. "Yes, oh yes," he started to say to his reflection. "I'm a girl." His breasts shook. "I'm a girl," his legs spreading further, fingers moving faster. "Fuck me like a girl," he said to the empty room, his body approaching climax. He was a she, and this girl was horny as hell. He pictured again the barista, this time pinning him up against the counter of the coffee shop. His penis rock hard sitting inches away from Steven's glorious, petite vagina. He pictured the barista readying himself as he gripped the tiny amount of breast with his strong left hand, pinching the nipple hard. He pictured the head of the penis entering his hole as the baristas face contorted into an expression of pure pleasure, pleasure Steven was giving him. Giving him by giving himself up to him, to his control. Steven's body flushed with endorphins and ecstasy as he took his left hand off his breast and quickly inserted his fingers into the opening. The sensation of being penetrated was too much, and he instantly cried out in orgasm, his whole body arching and splaying out in convulsions of ecstatic pleasure. Looking back into the mirror the petite figure looked ragged. Panting and gasping, he continued to stroke his vagina until she passed out. "Steven is that you?" he heard a soft female voice whisper behind him. He turned to face the voice, brushing his hair out of his face. Standing in front of him was a concerned looking Asian woman wearing a casual outfit of khakis and a t-shirt from a charity run. Steven was immediately awestruck by the beauty of this girl. Perfect cheekbones, silky smooth hair, the cutest expression of concern on her cute but mature face. Even beneath the casual outfit steven could see how beautiful her body was. Her breasts were, well, huge! Especially compared to his. And she had a real ass! Her cheeks sitting pretty on top of long athletic legs. She was tall, taller than steven was. And just the space she occupied conveyed a confident and charming aura. "Jason?" Steven said. "Oh my god it is you!" The girl smiled big and wide, showing off the kind of teeth seen in dental brochures. She sat down across from Steven. "Jason what the hell happened? Why do you look like that? Why are we girls?" Steven had been taller than Jason when they were guys but he was suddenly struck by the fact that the opposite was true. Even sitting down she was now looking up at his newly female friend. "Ok, so do you remember the wish we made on that Chinese coin? Chinese magic? Well, I looked it up. You're not going to believe me." "Jason, I'll believe anything right now. Look at me!" Steven's glasses slid off his nose a bit and he adjusted them back on his face. He felt like a little kid whining to his mom. "Well I looked them up online. Apparently there are legends that they can bring about wishes on the lunar New Year. But with some sort of catch..." "No way." "Yep." "So that whole conversation about what type of girls we would want to fuck..." "Turned us into those girls!" No! Steven thought. Not this. It can't be true. But he immediately knew it was true. Nothing else could explain the events of the last 24 hours. "What the fuck," said Steven. "But we said which one we were going to fuck, not which ones we're going to become! This doesn't make any sense. Also, why the fuck are we Asian? How are we Asian?" "So I spent most of the day looking this up. It's like a trickster coin. It will grant the wish but with some type of weird catch. So the wish involved us having sex, and these girls being ours. So now the girl's body's are ours..." "No way." Steven was putting it together. "...and now these bodies are going to have sex..." Jason's face somehow didn't convey the horror that Steven felt. Sex! As girls! He couldn't. "Oh my god! I'm not going to have sex!" Steven was almost yelling. "Settle down, it won't be that bad," said Jason. "Oh my god this is so unfair! So I'm just going to be a shy awkward girl now? And you're going to be a super model? I didn't even really want to have sex with the small one. I was just kidding." "Oh come on! You still look good! You're so cute in this body. I love the glasses." "Stop it. You sound like one of those girls in high school. Jesus, look at your tits." Steven couldn't stop staring at them. They were so big! There shape looked perfect even in the ill-fitting clothing. He was furious! He wanted to scream! "I know! Have you ever seen a body like this before?" Jason cupped his breasts while he said this and beamed. "It's amazing. Suddenly I'm in shape too! I went for a jog this morning and actually enjoyed it. Though the sports bra was something else." "Is this why I can't talk to anyone anymore? Look at me! I look like I'm 12!" Steven was growing furious at how much his friend was enjoying this. "Oh relax, you look fine. You just need to dress up the body better. I was wearing sweats and shit at first too but once I realized it was easier to dress, well, female, I started to feel better." "Stop it, I don't want to dress like a girl. I'm not about to start prancing around like you in sports bras and panties." "Honestly, do you even need a bra?" Steven was suddenly hit with a massive wave of embarrassment. He crossed his arms across his chest hiding his poor endowment. His face blushed red and his narrow eyes squinted a look of fury at his now beautiful friend. Jason had never been very popular or much in the looks or charm department. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much. "How long does this last. It can't be permanent," Steven managed to whisper out. "Well, the thing is we DO get to change back. But we have to wait until the Lunar New Year." "You can't be serious." "Yeah, I just have to hold on to the coin and on the lunar new year we make a wish and we go back. It's simple. It's only about a year!" Steven couldn't believe his ears. He was going to be stuck as a shy, awkward, underdeveloped girl for a year! He was going to have periods and wear bras and panties and do makeup for twelve months. He was going to have sex! "It looks like to make sense of this reality, you and were both adopted by out parents. That's why everything is basically the same. So when we go back it'll just be like we were guys for this whole year and no one will remember." Jason was way too calm about this. "How are you not freaking out right now?" Steven demanded. "Dude, seriously. Think about it. It's not that big a deal. One year of life from the other side of the fence. It's an adventure!" It dawned on steven why his friend was taking this so well. He just went from being a totally average guy to being the hottest girl in school! And it seems like the magic had also altered their personalities a bit based off the girls in the picture. So he was jealous and nerdy and shy. And his friend was confident and popular. Of course he'd love this "Listen, you're going to hate me but I have to go take a mid term. I can't fail this class. If we find a way to reverse this I don't want to have to explain an F on the mid term to my parents." "Jason, you can't..." "Listen, you can't call me Jason. It's weird. I'm obviously not Jason in this body. In public call me by my girl name, Alison. Or Ali for short." "Ja-" "Ali" "Ali you can't be serious." "I am. What's your name?" "Li..." "Oh my god! You really are Asian!" Ali giggled. "Well, Zia Jian then Li!" And she got up and left Steven, Li, sat in a huff of anger, disappointment, and jealousy. He was stuck as Li. He was going to have to go to class, dress like a girl. Use the bathroom! What would happen during his period? He stopped himself from thinking any further. Walking back to his dorm room he walked through every single thing that had just gone wrong in his life. He was stuck in this body, stuck with this personality. Stuck trying to navigate a suddenly large and unfriendly campus. And stuck knowing that his only ally in this wasn't just enjoying himself, but was thriving! Why couldn't this have just happened to Jason if he was going to like it so much? Why was he going to have to suffer? Why couldn't he have breasts like hers? Wait, no. Not that. He didn't want to have breasts. He wanted to be a guy! Tired and mentally exhausted, Steven lay on his bed and tried to figure out what to do. He thought for a while about any possibility to get out of this, to change his fate. But he had nothing. He didn't even have the coin. He was just going to have to trust Jason. Ali. He was going to have to trust Ali and learn to live with this body. Later on Steven was laying down on his bed watching Netflix. It had been a long day and he was exhausted, both mentally and physically. This body was so small and weak, and everything had been so confusing and exhausting. He put on New Girl, a show he liked but never loved on and opened up his girly phone and began flicking through Facebook. He realized right away that he was logged into all Li's social media apps. Facebook, Instagram, snapchat, all her accounts. He could use this to learn a bit more about himself. He flicked through some of the old photos, pictures of Li going to brunch with friends, her graduating from High school. Going back through high school, he saw Li with way more unflattering glasses and acne. She looked like a dork. There were pictures of her in a one piece swimsuit at the beach with some friends. Ali was there too in her bikini and standing next to her Li looked like her little sister. Ali was drop dead gorgeous, long legs and wavy hair, great features. In fact, in the picture, his body was standing side by side with Jen but his new head was only slightly above the level of Ali's breasts. Side by side, he could really see the size difference between his tiny little tits. He felt embarrassed at how small he was compared to his friend. "It must be so much easier for her," he found himself thinking. He was so tired he didn't even consider what he meant by that thought, so much easier to do what? And he went back to flicking through the photos. He scratched at the base of his sports bra and realized that, hey, I'm home now! I don't have to wear this thing any more. He took off his t- shirt, stripped off the bra, and pulled down his jeans. He was sitting just in his panties feeling the relief of disrobing the tight female clothing. He could feel his pulse where the band had been in the sports bra and he rubbed his tits a bit to get the blood flowing. It was nice, the small message, and he took a minute to really inspect the breasts. They were small, yeah, but they had a nice shape. The nipples were bigger than his male nipples and the simple massage had brought them to attention. He picked up the breasts and dropped them again, feeling their weight as they settled back on his chest. He manipulated his posture, watching the breasts sink and shape themselves depending on how much he arched his back. The more he looked at the breasts the more he hated them though. Sure, they weren't deformed. But he was 20 years old with A-cup tits. He'd never really thought about how unfair that was for women, that some of them just by way of genetics never really develop huge breasts. He felt wildly unsexy. Eventually he got cold and wandered over to the dresser before pulling out an extra large t shirt. He put it on, grabbed an apple, and sat back on the couch in just his bra and panties. As he returned his attention to his phone he cycled through more photos of Ali. Ali in a fancy dress, Ali graduating, Ali on a hike with an old boyfriend, a muscular looking guy apparently named Jeff. There was a picture of Ali and Jeff standing out next to a gorgeous cliffside, her in a sports bra and short shorts, him shirtless with sunglasses on. He stared at Ali's figure, that perfectly female form with lines and curves and a smile that said "everything is perfect right now!" No wonder Jason was excited about this. He was hot! Steven felt like he wasn't even a full woman. Looking over the picture, he reached up and scratching his nipple and felt a small electric shock travel all the way down to his pussy. Figuring that he might as well feel what it's like to masturbate, he propped the picture on the coffee table and slide his body into a lying position on the couch. He figured he could probably masturbate to Ali's body, a girl he would have no problem getting off to as a guy. He studied the photo, taking in the lines and style of Ali's outfit. He thought about the weight of her breasts, thinking about how it would feel for him to have that weight. He thought about running his hands over her breasts, and slipping off the sports bra and running his fingers on the inner part of her thigh. He felt himself reposition his hips and spread his legs out a little bit. He reached down and gently prodded his new pussy. It was a foreign feeling, and while it was sensitive he hadn't found the right method to make it feel good yet. He kept looking over to the picture, focusing on Ali and her perfect body and then dragging his attention back to the manipulations needed to get his body going. Being a girl isn't as sexy as I thought it would be, he thought briefly. This felt like a puzzle. He was definitely horny, but was really straining to keep his attention on Ali and what he wanted to do. He found himself losing his train of thought, thinking about the style of sports bra, what he would look like in one like that, how unfair it was that she looked that sexy and he looked like he was permanently stuck in puberty. That's why she has strong sexy guys like Jeff, he thought and immediately a shock of pleasure hit his pussy. What the hell? he thought. Who cares what kind of boyfriend she has. Who cares about Jeff, he thought as quickly glanced over at the shirtless man in the picture. Immediately his pussy responded to the new visual stimulus. He felt so wrong, but it felt so good so he allowed his imagination to continue. "Yeah," he thought, "it is unfair that sexy Ali gets to fuck a guy like Jeff. He would never settle for a little girl like me." His pussy responded with a shock of pleasure. He could feel his moisture at the lips of his pussy and used it to lubricate his delicate fingers. He then thought about Jeff, pressing his large body next to him, pulling his weak, tiny body close to him. He could feel his big hands pinning his female body against his hard man's chest. He imagined what it would feel like to have someone so much taller than him leaning over, kissing him, invading his mouth with his tongue. His pace quickened as he began to imagine other guys. Famous actors, old friends. The barista from the coffee shop. "Ugh," he heard himself involuntarily moan at the thought. The wetness in his folds increased, lubricating his ministrations on his foreign pussy. His left hand began caressing and pinching his nipples, small grunts and moans escaping from his lips. In his imagination he felt the barista hold his arms down over his head, both his wrists held down easily by just one of his hands. His other hand lowering his panties, feeling the heat from Li's pussy. He imagined what it would be like to struggle, to try to break free from his grasp and just being completely unable to. To be completely overpowered under his arms, wet with desire. Back on the couch his legs splayed out wide, his manicured female hand sliding over his clit faster and faster. He could hear himself moaning and thrashing. He pictured the barista undoing his pants, revealing his cock hard and ready. "Fuck me," Steven said in his fantasy. "Fuck me like a girl," he moaned out into the empty apartment, erupting in orgasm as his slanted Asian eyes shot open, body spasming, and finally collapsing. He cupped his pussy, occasionally rubbing gently when it advised him to do so. He felt his heart beat slow down. He could feel the sweat on his brow, on his ass against the couch, on his breasts. "Holy shit," he panted. "What the fuck just happened?" He woke up the next morning still in the girly bed, still in a girl's body. The events of the night before came rushing back. The orgasm, the sensations. The face of the barista flashed in his memory. He felt himself blush, and felt his pussy twitch.