Candy Fawne

"Candy Fawne..." The words tumble out of your mouth in that breathy, girlish tone before you can even think about them. It sounds so natural, so right somehow, even though part of you wants to scream that your name is Devon, has always been Devon.

Dr. Jasmine claps her hands together in delight. "Perfect! Oh, that's absolutely perfect for you, darling! So playful and sexy!" She taps rapidly on her tablet. "There we go—all registered in our system and with the government. You're officially Candy Fawne now. Welcome to your new life!"

You stand there naked, feeling the weight of your enormous breasts and the constant wetness between your thighs, and try to process what just happened. Your old life is just... gone? Just like that?

"Now then!" Dr. Jasmine's cheerful voice cuts through your foggy thoughts. "Let me tell you about the amazing living arrangements we've set up for you! You're going to absolutely love it, I promise." She gestures for you to put on the skimpy outfit she provided—the pink BabeLyf sports bra, white miniskirt, and strappy heels.

You fumble with the clothing, your long hair constantly getting in the way. The sports bra stretches tight across your massive chest, the logo prominently displayed. The miniskirt barely covers your ass, and you realize with a flush that there's no underwear. The heels feel natural though—your shortened tendons make standing flat uncomfortable.

"Your new home is at 447 Oceanview Towers, Maroubra Beach—just outside Sydney proper," Dr. Jasmine continues enthusiastically. "It's a one-bedroom apartment, nothing huge, but oh my god the amenities! Private beach access from the back of the building, stunning ocean views, a massive gym on the ground floor that's open 24/7, and you're surrounded by the cutest cafés and nightclubs. It's so much nicer than that dingy place you had in North Melbourne!"

She leans in conspiratorially. "Plus, all your neighbors are BabeLyf girls like you! So you'll have a built-in community who understand what you're going through. Isn't that wonderful?"

Before you can respond, her expression turns more serious—though still maintaining that unsettling cheerfulness. "Now, we need to discuss employment. As per your contract, you're required to work at a BabeLyf Inc partner establishment for at least one year. If you choose to work anywhere else during that time, there's a penalty fee of one million Global Dollars." She lets that sink in. "One. Million."

Your foggy mind struggles with the number. That's... that's a lot, right?

"But don't worry!" Dr. Jasmine's smile returns full ****. "We have seven fantastic options for you. Let me walk you through them:"

She pulls up images on her tablet as she speaks. "Option one: Executive Assistant at Harbourside Financial. Very prestigious, great benefits, you'd be supporting senior management. Option two: Receptionist at Dr. Chen's Dental Practice in Bondi—medical environment, steady hours. Option three: Junior Marketing Coordinator at Pulse Media Group—creative field, young team."

She swipes to the next set. "Option four: Bottle Service Girl at Club Velvet in Kings Cross—upscale nightclub, excellent tips, late nights. Option five: Personal Concierge at The Paramount Hotel—five-star luxury hospitality, you'd be assisting high-profile guests with... special requests."

Another swipe. "Option six: On-Camera Talent at PraisePlay Productions—adult entertainment studio specializing in praise-focused content and... well, let's just say they appreciate enthusiasm for their male performers' 'performances.'" She giggles at her own euphemism.

"And finally, option seven..." Dr. Jasmine's eyes light up. "This one's really special, Candy. We have a subscriber—gorgeous man, 24 years old, incredibly successful tech entrepreneur named Marcus Castellano. Net worth in the hundreds of millions. He's looking for a wife, and sweetie, you match his ideal profile perfectly."

She shows you a photo. The man is undeniably handsome—dark hair, strong jaw, confident smile. "Marcus wants a traditional wife who'll be devoted entirely to him. Your role would be to satisfy his needs—emotional, domestic, and especially sexual. He has very specific tastes that align beautifully with your own interests." Her smile turns knowing. "He loves giving praise, and he has incredible stamina. You'd be married within the month, living in his penthouse, never having to worry about money again. All you'd need to do is be his perfect, eager, devoted wife."

The way she describes it makes something flutter in your chest—and between your legs. The thought of being praised, of being wanted like that...

"So, Candy," Dr. Jasmine concludes, "which option sounds best to you?"