Just a prank (Patreon)

JASON: “Where the hell could it have gone?”

???: “Surprise~!”

JASON: “GAH! Who the hell are you?! How did you get in my room?!”

???: (giggling) “Relax, dude. It’s me. Mark.”

JASON: (staring) “…No. No, you are definitely not Mark. Mark is a guy. You are very much... not.”

MARK: (posing dramatically) “Crazy, right? I drank that weird bottle you left out. Boom—instant girl. Cute, huh?”

JASON: “Wait, wait, wait. You think I did this to you?”

MARK: “Come on, don’t play dumb. That fancy little bottle on your shelf? Looked totally out of place. Like a setup. I figured you were pulling some wild April Fools' prank on me—but joke’s on you. I’m loving this.”

JASON: “Mark... it’s already May.”

MARK: (smirking) “Oh, oops. Guess I missed the memo.” (cups his own chest with both hands) “Still, totally worth it. These feel amazing. Wanna touch?”

JASON: “Wha—no! I mean—” (hesitates, eyes drawn to Mark’s cleavage) “I… maybe just a little...”

[He reaches out. His fingers brush across the soft swell of Mark’s breasts. Mark exhales, slow and teasing.]

MARK: “Mmm… See? Unreal, right?”

JASON: (swallowing hard) “Y-yeah... I mean, damn...” (squeezes gently) “Holy crap, they’re—”

MARK: (shivering, biting his lip) “Sensitive.” (giggles) “Careful, Jason. Keep going and I’ll start thinking you’re into this.”

JASON: (jerking his hand back, flustered) “Shit! Uh—I mean—stop enjoying it so much!”

MARK: “Pfft. Like I’m gonna sit here and not explore? This has gotta be temporary, right?”

JASON: “Are you sure about that?”

MARK: “Dude, come on. It’s your prank. Where’s the antidote? Or does it wear off by midnight or something?”

JASON: “I keep telling you—I didn’t prank you!”

MARK: “Yeah, right. Not funny anymore.”

JASON: “...”

MARK: (squinting) “Wait. You don’t know anything about it?”

JASON: “Uhh...”

MARK: “But... I mean, it was just sitting on your shelf.” (holds up empty bottle) “Doesn’t even match your room. It screams ‘drink me’.”

JASON: “You drank the whole thing? That’s not mine. It’s Jane’s.”

MARK: “Your sister Jane?”

JASON: “Yeah. She asked me to pick it up for her since she couldn’t go herself. Used her card and everything.”

MARK: “Okay but—what was it?”

JASON: “A beauty supplement. High-end. Crazy expensive. It’s called Eternal Beauty. Ever heard of it?”

MARK: “Wait, the Eternal Beauty? The one where a bottle costs more than rent?!”

JASON: “Yep. And that tagline? ‘A Transformation Beyond Time’? Not just marketing.”

MARK: (blinking) “…You’re saying this is permanent?”

JASON: “Pretty much.”

MARK: (eyes widening) “Oh hell no. There’s gotta be a way to reverse it. Right? Right?!”

JASON: “Not unless you can afford another one. And before that, you’d better beg Jane for mercy.”

MARK: (horrified) “Oh God. She’s gonna kill me.”

JASON: “If you’re lucky. If not… she’ll make you her personal plaything.”

MARK: (gulping) “Oh god. She’s going to break me.”

JASON: “No—she’s going to own you.”

MARK: (shivers, voice barely a whisper) “…And here I thought turning into a girl was the scary part.”

JASON: (leans in with a slow smirk) “Welcome to your new life. Maybe start thinking about your new name.”

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Bonus:

Jane's personal maid

Jane's personal dress-up doll

Accepted girl side, going out with Jason

Jane's personal Cat Maid

Scolding a clumsy maid

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After Marcille filed a complaint with the company, they became intrigued by how their product affected men and decided to invite her in for a discussion. After some back-and-forth, they agreed to compensate her—and recruited her as the brand ambassador for a new product line: Eternal Beauty for Men.

Not only is it a high-end brand, but it’s also one people are willing to spend a fortune on—so the product is shrouded in secrecy. With a hefty hush fee and a sky-high salary, her life took a dramatic turn, elevating her to top-tier celebrity status. Even Jane had to come begging just to get access to the newest exclusive product before anyone else.