"I'll be a man eating baddie." Mitch thought as he confidently walked back towards the party. "With my rizz, the boys won't stand a chance." Mitch continued with his mental pep talk as he approached the party. "Those two will work." Mitch thought spotting a pair of guys wearing flesh colored t-shirts. As Mitch approached the guys he could see that each of them had taped black strands of yarn to their shirts. He could also see that they were both starring at his melons that were proudly displayed in his now rather slutty Daphne dress. "Sup!" Mitch said waving at the guys.
"Bruh that's a guy!" One of the guys blurted out.
"O shit!" The other guy began to laugh. "You fucking fooled us!" He said pointing at Mitch's breasts.
"Yeah? You like them?" Mitch placed his hands around his petite waist and gave the guys a twirl. "And what what pray tell are you two?" Mitch asked.
"A set of nuts!" The guy on the right said. "We're a set of nuts! You see it? Like the yarn is pubic hair." He said laughing with his friend.
Mitch laughed a long with the sloshed guys. "Okay they are clearly drunk, so this should be easy." Mitch thought to himself. "And they are back to starring at my tits..." The feeling of their intense gaze on his chest was denting Mitch's newfound confidence. "Shake it off!" Mitch told himself as he regathered his wits. "Since you two clearly like my costume can I ask each of you about it?"
"Yeah!" The guy on the left blurted out, but he was quickly cut off by his buddy on the right
"Dude!" The right guy covered his friends mouth. "Don't be an idiot." The guy turned his attention back to Mitch. "Under one condition."
Mitch felt a chill run down his spine as blurred memories of similar situations rushed through his brain. "They are going to want to touch them aren't they..." The memory of the squirrel girl flashed in his conscious. "Or they are going to make me flash them..." A novel memory of Mitch flashing his friends at a summer party streaked through his conscious. Crossing his arms over his breasts, Mitch gave the two guys his best "bad bitch" look. "Okay. What?"
"I want you to bounce up and down for us!" The guy on the right said.
"And do it with your boobs out!" The guy on the left added.
Mitch rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "I can't get the girls out." Mitch grabbed the hemline of his dress and gave it a tug. Mitch's soft breast flesh stayed stuck to the fabric. "Boob tape."
"Woah!" The guy on the left said.
"Okay then bounce up and down and do the ahego face." The guy on the right said.
"Fine..." Mitch crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Like this?" Mitch said before he began bouncing up and down for the drunk college guys. "This is so demeaning..." Mitch internally groaned as the two guys ogled his jiggling breasts. "Why are guys so obsessed with tits?" Mitch asked himself as he continued to bounce. "Then again..." Old memories of Mitch gooning filled his brain. "I guess I get it... I mean, I would want to see them bounce and jiggle too if they weren't attached to me... So I guess this is fine... I mean I always used to say that stacked women owed it to the world to show off their racks... So this is fine... I think..." Mitch thought as he stopped bouncing. "There I did it." Mitch said shaking his head.
"Thanks dude!" The guy on the left started to leave but Mitch cut him off.
"Hol up. Let me ask my question and you two can leave." Mitch said stepping back from the two guys. "Left nut." Mitch pointed to the guy on the left. "How would you improve my costume?" Mitch felt momentarily panicked when he realized he didn't have a more pointed questioned planned. "And..." Mitch held out his hand to delay the left guy. "You can't say anything about my boobs." Mitch felt a wave of relief wash over him.
"Damn." The guy said scratching his head. "Ummm..." The guy looked down at Mitch's breasts and then back up to Mitch's face. "I think your costume is great. I wouldn't change a thing."
"O come on." Mitch said growing frustrated with the drunk guy. "Nothing would make my costume better? You don't think I would look better if looked more like a woman?" Mitch said motioning towards his still masculine face.
Mitch's words seemed to spark an idea in the left guy's brain. "Dude!" The guy's face lit up with excitement. " You know what? If you had a girl face I would have never guessed you were a dude." The guy paused for a moment as his intoxicated imagination kicked in. "But like not any girl face. Like super girly! Like so girly there is zero doubt that you are a dude!" The guy high-fived his his buddy next to him.
"O fuck me..." Mitch thought as his whole head began to tingle. "FUCK! OW!" Mitch mentally cried out feeling an intense pressure on his skull, which was followed by faint cracking sounds. "I think I'm going to throw up..." The cracking noises continued as the bones in Mitch's face began to shift and contort. "My my lips..." Mitch's lips suddenly felt tingly, but before Mitch could worry about his plumping lips his attention was drawn to intense pressure on his nose. "Fuck... Please make it stop..." Mitch eye's went blurry and he was hit by momentary vertigo. "MAKE IT STOP!" Mitch cried out in his brain.
"Dude? You alright?" The left nut asked.
Mitch suddenly felt an abrupt calmness wash over his body as the changes finished. "Um..." Mitch refocused his eyes on the left nut. "Yeah sorry. I just got stuck in my own head for a moment." Mitch said blinking his eyes a couple of times.
"Bro you had me worried." The left nut said.
"O sorry..." Mitch began to feel like something was off. Both guys were now making perfect eye contact with Mitch, and just seconds earlier they could barely take their eyes off his tits. "MY FACE!" Mitch cried out internally, as new memories of selfies flooded his brain. "O my god..." Mitch suddenly knew why the guys were starring at him. He looked like a fairly tale princess brought to life. His blue eyes were large and expressive. His nose was now narrow and up-turned. His lips were thick and luscious. His bone structure was delicate yet sexy. "What am I?" Mitch asked himself as new memories of his new life began to flood his brain. "No! No! No!" Mitch mentally barked as he tried to dodge memories of his new gender-bending life. "FOCUS YOU DUMB BITCH!" Mitch's internal dialogue deflected the alien memories and refocused him on the two guys. "Right nut! How would you improve my costume? And please say I need a normal face and smaller tits."
The right nut's gaze bounced between Mitch's face and his breasts. "Dude don't be a fucking idiot. Your tits slay and you're face is fucking sexy. It's like someone brought an anime waifu to life with ai and... and... and your boobs are awesome." The guy high-five his buddy. "But seriously bruh. If you wanted to be less sus, you need to sound like a girl. If you had a voice that matched that face, I would have never known you were smuggling sausage under dat skirt." The guy briefly glanced down before he went back to staring at Mitch's face.
"O..." Mitch's throat suddenly felt like it was on fire, and Mitch began to cough. Each cough that escaped Mitch's mouth was higher and higher pitched. "Sorry." Mitch said in a high pitched girly tone. "I just..." Hearing his new voice caused Mitch to stop talking. "FUCK!" Mitch's girly internal monologue groaned. "I got something caught in my throat for a second." Mitch winched hearing his new voice.
"Yeah babe... I mean dude!" The left nut interjected. "If you hadn't told us you were a dude we would have never known. I bet you could make bank streaming. Seriously, from the tits up you look like a wet dream."
"I don't know bruh. Are her arms a little manly." The right nut cut in.
"I guess dude. And his legs are kind of manly..." The left nut responded.
"Thanks guys!" Mitch said faking sincerity as he darted around the duo towards the party. "No." Mitch could feel new memories bombarding his brain, but he flat out refused to explore them. "I'm a man. You can fuck off." His internal monologue yelled at the new memories. Rather than dealing with his new reality Mitch focused on what the nuts had said to him at the end. "If it wasn't for my dick I would basically be a tall woman with manly arms and legs... and I guess my shoulders are a bit broad... And I don't really have girly hips or much of an ass..." Mitch suddenly felt self conscious about his reaming masculinity. "It would be nice to kind of blend in... Being so tall really makes me stand out... WAIT! No! Those are good things. My man parts are good! They are good!" Mitch's girly internal monologue continued to repeat itself as Mitch darted off into the parking lot to take refuge between a pair of SUVs.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Mitch looked up at the side mirror on the SUV in front of him. "I shouldn't..." Mitch thought as he went against his better judgement and leaned forward to look at his face in the mirror. "O my god..." Mitch gasped at his reflection in the mirror. It was like someone had tossed Margot Robbie, Chloe Grace Moretz, young Kate Upton, Sleeping Beauty, and Barbie into a blender and the end result was Mitch's face. "No wonder I have so many followers..." Mitch thought as he poked his plump lip. "Everything about my face is so... so... so overly girly..." A memory flashed in Mitch's brain. "I guess that's why I've always identified as a girl... WAIT! NO! NO NO NO!" Mitch looked down at his still manly hands. "I'm a guy! I'm not girl! I bang women! And I drink beer! And I like yoga! FUCK!" Mitch's brain felt like soup as Elli's magic was rewriting his life.
Mitch stomped his foot and turned to head back to the sidewalk, but a short fat man was standing in his way. "Hi." The way the guy was looking at Mitch made his stomach start to churn. "You wanna know how I would improve your costume?" The guy asked with an increasingly creepy smile.
"Um... Sure..." Mitch said feeling uneasy. Mitch normally would have told the guy to fuck off, but something about the way the guy leered at Mitch completely disarmed him. He knew he was better off going along with the guy than fighting back. If anything maybe he could try using his looks to get out of the situation.
"You shouldn't have dressed as Daphne. You should have dressed as Nagi Arato. You've got the boulders for it." The fat man began to chortle at his joke.
"Um... I like don't know who that is?" Mitch crossed his arms underneath his breasts in an attempt to distract the nerdy guy. "Pig!" Mitch's inner monologue scolded the the opened mouthed nerd who was unabashedly staring at Mitch's breasts. "Hey can you do me a favor?" The mesmerized man nodded yes. "Can you turn around for a second?"
"Um. Sss... Sure." The guy said as he continued to stare at Mitch's breast. Growing frustrated Mitch aggressively pointed for the man to turn around. "O sorry." He said spinning around.
Not wasting any time Mitch took turned and ran out from between the two SUVs, back to the side walk, up the steps, and back into the party...
