Jamie, victim of Alex' video call

Jamie huffed and closed the phone, getting off their couch to sit by their laptop again to search for ways to gain more credit to adjust or undo the changes Alex had put on Jamie a week back during Anarchy Hour.

A week earlier, Jamie was in his car driving towards Alex' home. Jamie had blonde hair, fair skin, above average weight, but not too shabby looks overall. As he was driving, his phone began beeping. It was Alex, but he was making a video call, which was unusual. Jamie waited a few seconds to answer as he got the car on the curb and put the phone in front of him.

"Eyoo, there you are," a teenage girl with fake blonde hair said with a smile and waved eagerly at the camera.

"Who are you?" Jamie asked, not recognizing her, but sensing some familiarity. Was she a relative of Alex? He could see she had some facial features in common with him.

"It's ya boi, Alex," She said and giggled. "Well, not much of a boi at the moment, but I'm sure that's fixable!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Where's Alex?" Jamie asked, getting slightly annoyed at the distraction.

Phoning Alex rolled her eyes and flashed a tit at Jamie. "Not much to look at, I'll admit, but what random girl would show you a tit? Also, don't you recognize my room?" she said as she spun the camera around. "Fuck, all my shit just changed so you probably don't, never mind. Anyway, this is very important, but reality is all fucked up right now and you have to be careful!"

"Careful?" Jamie asked, getting slightly annoyed at the phoning Alex. Which sort of made him think it might be someone who at the very least knew him very well. "I hope your of legal age, or I'll be arrested for watching you flash me. You'd probably accuse me of blackmailing you with pictures-"

"Aw God, **** pictures, that's so hot," Phoning Alex said with an awkward moan. "Oof, sorry, I got a thing for exhibition now, so that sounded nice. Either way, you might be changed too, that's why I'm telling you to be careful! Don't let strangers put ideas in your head."

"What, like don't think of pink-" Jamie asked before being interrupted.

"Yes but don't say the E-word," Alex said with a finger at her lips before quickly continuing. "You're more into them punk girls and guys in your porn, right?"

"I prefer the girls thank you very much," he said with a huff before pausing for a small second. "Wait how do you know my preferences-"

"No don't say that," Alex said quickly and began panicking a little. "This is like driving in reverse with a wagon, so you have to be careful what you're thinking about-"

"You know what" Jamie said, done with the weird conversation. "Thank you for the advice, Alex, but I'm two minutes away from Max' place. Then we'll be at your place within twenty minutes or so," Jamie said in conclusion.

"Justthinkaboutbeingacuteb-" Alex blurted out before being hung up on. "A cute what?" Jamie asked himself as he put the car into gear and got back on the road. His mind, however, was still stuck in that weird conversation, with the tit-flashing girl with Alex' phone, claiming to be him and being in his room. Then she said something about what porn Jamie liked.

How did she know Jamie had a thing for tattooed punk/goth women? fancy tattoos, piercings, fake leather and latex, kinky fashion... it was great stuff! He fantasized that they'd be very easily seduced by awkward boys, either because they were very horny or just because they were nerdy creatures who knew a lot of weird stuff that the punky goth girls enjoyed.

Still, Jamie thought it was weird as hell that the girl knew about his kinks. As he stopped outside Max apartment building, He decided he'd have to tell Alex not to tell his family members about porn conversations. He got out of his car and walked over to the foyer, his black leather boots echoing through the hallways. He unconsciously pulled his phone out of his pants as they turned into a plaited skirt, his socks crawling up his feet and turning into black fishnet stockings.

As he got into the elevator, he was beginning to feel inconveniently aroused at the crooning of tattooed goth girls in his head. He pinched at the shoulders of his grey t-shirt, stretching his spiked collar to reduce pressure as he got out of the elevator. Fortunately nobody was in the hallways and he quickly found himself knocking on Max' door.

long and carefully maintained nails made him pause and look at his dainty hands. As Max opened the door, he looked at Jamie's face with a stunned look for a long second.

"I-uh need to use the bathroom," Jamie said in a feminine voice as he quickly walked past him, the sound of his boots suddenly like thunder in his ears, but also the feeling of cold fresh air passing over his... crotch. Max didn't even have time to respond before Jamie had occupied the bathroom, where he found a mirror and looked at herself.

"Shit... Alex was right," Jamie muttered to herself as she was witness to the final part of her transformation: Her fake tits filling up her top, her blonde hair gaining a pink dye and tattoos crawling down from her back to form fancy sleeves. She was definitely five to seven years older than male Jamie had been, but she had a wonderful body. She seemed to be an inch taller than Jamie had been, and all his fat had gone to the right places.

She squatted down to investigate the sudden presence of fresh air between her legs, and could confirm that she was now the proud owner of a tight pussy, shaven and ready for work from the feeling of her aroused body.

"Jamie, was that you?" Max asked from the hallway?

"Y-Yeah," Jamie said, somewhat in doubt herself. She got back up and opened the door. "Alex tried to warn me, but I fucked up," She said and sniffled as she tried to stop herself from crying.

Max, ever the white knight, gave her a hug. "Oh, don't beat yourself up. I've no idea what's going on, but it doesn't help to cry about it," He said.

Jamie looked Max in the eyes, and pretty much instantly fell in love with the dork. "Aw, thank you for saying that," she said as she leaned into the nook of his neck and took a deep breath, her hips pressed against his rapidly growing dick. Max was trying to step away but Jamie was having none of that. "Are you home alone?"

"Erm, yes," he managed to say before Jamie dove in for his mouth and began making out, still sniffling slightly.

"Sorry, but making out seems to calm me down, and I'm feeling a bit panicked," Jamie said as she paused kissing Max, one hand caressing his back muscles, the other his butt.

"... well, if you feel calmer making out, I'm sure we can make out a little while we figure out what's going on," Max said as he leaned in and kissed her, bringing her over to the living room to sit in the couch.

"...thanks," Jamie said and sniffed for show. Some instinct in her told her she'd be getting a big black dick in her hands within a few minutes, and she felt overjoyed at the opportunity. Even if it was her buddy Max' cock.

[images: Karma Rx]