Amidst the hubbub of Georgia Tech, Joseph Chiesa sat back in his chair in his dorm room.
Sure, he seemed average, but he'd seen some things that were far from ordinary while researching a major capstone project on the communications elements of Internet live streaming. His phone went off and he went to check it; he noticed it was a message from one of his classmates, Sidney Haven, who for some reason everyone liked to call "Captain".
This streamer might be interesting, apparently she's doing a retro game? Could talk about how retro gaming and modern technology interact, Sidney suggested. Oh, and they're really cute.
Sure, why not? Send me the link.
Sidney sent along a link to a little channel called CRPGBoi, and Joe clicked on it and began watching. It was a girl named Brianna, though it caught Joe's attention that she used male pronouns. No matter—she was everything Sidney told him about, and more. And his testosterone was getting him going.
Do you have a boyfriend? he typed into chat. It didn't take long for Sidney to send a video call.
"Hey dude, why are you being a creep to this boy?" Sidney asked, arranging his long hair over his ear.
"You know I'm doing this for research," Joe replied defensively. "The question isn't that offensive."
"He's only 16 or 17! He doesn't need to listen to people saying that. There are other ways to get reactions."
"Okay...?" Joe suddenly noticed something. "You mean Brianna's a boy? Is the channel name supposed to be confusing?" Then he looked at Sidney. "And...what the hell is happening with you?"
"I always was like this?" Sidney asked.
Joe went to blink and ensure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, but instead, he felt an overwhelming dizziness. He couldn't see anything around him. A moment later, he regained his senses and found that he was in a stylish office, with large leather couches, a TV screen playing music videos, and shelves filled with books. Wait what!? Joe tried to slow his eyes down and survey his environment. An unfamiliar-looking computer, still showing Brianna's stream, sat on the desk in front of him. A very large tablet—larger than any he'd seen—was sitting next to it, showing a photo of a fair-skinned Hispanic woman with long, dark hair and bright makeup standing next to an African-American woman with short, tightly curled hair and very large hoop earrings.
"Where am—" Joe began, startled at the high pitch of his voice. He failed to notice his pants getting tighter and changing. "Let me see..." He opened another tab on the browser and went to the homepage. It loaded the website of a law firm, "Moon, Colton and Moore LLP". He read the website to attempt to figure out what this law firm did, since evidently he worked here.
Representing the Big Names, its site proclaimed in large letters on the homepage. The site cycled through more items on the front page. Moon, Colton and Moore celebrates 25 years with Republic Atlanta Entertainment, Talent Management for Today's B-Pop Stars, Rights Management and Licensing. It was some sort of brand representation firm, but what was B-Pop? And Joe, a media student, had never heard of this Republic Atlanta company, which evidently was the firm's largest and most important client. Trying to figure out what was going on, he failed to notice his hips inflating, tightening his jeans even further.
"Alright, I'm going to have to order a Lyft," Josie said, looking for his phone. He instinctively reached for a purse in the dress drawer and pulled it out, noticing the crystal-encrusted case. "Ay, I don't have service here..." He got up and walked toward the window, but soon after, he stopped because he noticed a jiggling sensation on his chest. "I...I..." He looked down and noticed a pair of D-cup breasts firmly mounted on his body. "Are they real? Am I hallucinating?" He shook his head. Of course they're real, chico. They were what got Señora Moon to bring me over from Havana. I better touch up my makeup before she asks me for anything.
He walked to the bathroom and adjusted his makeup. He had no idea where these skills came from, or what created these big breasts and put him in the office of a law firm, but his mind seemed like it was in two places at once. Two sets of memories conflicted. He remembered his childhood in Havana, being raised to be a cute boy and taken by a rich American señora to work in her house, or if you were smart enough and bilingual, be a personal assistant or a sirviente en espera, a servant waiting for orders and to bring satisfaction to his señora. Then there were his other memories, of being born and raised in Springfield, Illinois, of being a boy who had a passion for studying media and was admitted to Georgia Tech.
Josie returned to his desk, noticing the view from the window. This must be an important firm to get so high up in this building, he thought, admiring the view of Buckhead. His reverie, however, was interrupted by his phone ringing. Josie ran clumsily in his high heels to answer.
"What can I do for you madam?" Josie asked reflexively.
"Call my husband and tell him I'm going to be late, and then call Lucky and inform him momma is not coming," the female voice on the intercom instructed.
"Yes, madam," Josephine replied instinctively. He quickly began dialing Miss Moon's husband, a from a prestigious family in New Orleans.
"Good afternoon, Mister Moon, it's Josephine from your wife's office. Miss Moon will be late," Josephine explained in his most inoffensive tone, almost sounding childish.
"Thank you," he coldly replied, taking Josie by surprise, before the line went dead.
Seconds later, he called Lucky, as señora Moon used to call her actual fresh-from-the-boat master. Lucky was another Cuban boy, very gorgeous and not much older than Josephine himself. He was also incredibly passionate and prone to mood swings. Josephine always suspected he was too hormonal. Maybe his balls produce too much testosterone, he thought to himself, or he's just plain loco.
"Hola Lucita," Josephine said to Lucía, or Lucky like Miss Moon used to call him, in perfect Spanish. "I have bad news. Tu mamá is not coming tonight."
"Why? Did I do anything wrong?" the young man asked in a thick accent. "Mama isn't happy with me?"
"No, she just has some business with the West Coast division," Josie lied, giving the standard excuse Señora Moon had instructed him to give to her lovers.
"Oh, I see," Lucky said, downcast. "That's the second time this week!"
"Sí. I suggest you get used to these long days..."
Lucky just gave a deep breath and said "Okay, I will keep that in mind. See you later?"
"Yes, let's make it a date" said Josephine, lying to Lucky, as he hung up.
Once the situation was done and he'd done what Miss Moon had commanded, Josie turned his gaze again to the computer screen and he got back to watching Brianna's stream. He's such a cute boy. His mind spazzed out. Sure, Bri's an oddity, but at same time, he's a cute boy doing a cute boy's job.
How come a boy like you wouldn't have a lot of girls interested in you? Josie asked.
"I am too geeky to get a girlfriend. That is why I play dating sims when I feel too lonely," Brianna replied.
Josie smiled. How adorkable! Suddenly, Joe took over his mind. What the hell am I thinking? It isn't normal, I am not this person, I have to figure this out! He looked with alarm at his environment.
What am I in for!?
