Lets make sure everything is perfect

Chris’s breath hitched as his shoulders narrowed, his jawline softening into delicate curves. His shirt strained then split as his chest swelled, the fabric giving way to smooth, tanned skin and the unmistakable silhouette of a sculpted bust. Golden armor plates materialized across his torso, molding to his new form with a series of metallic clicks. Thanks to the remote his mind also change to be here always been female and dating Jack and loves be a costplayer

Jack’s throat went dry as he watched Chris—no, she—run trembling fingers through suddenly lush, dark waves of hair.

Chris blinked, her dark lashes fluttering as new memories flooded her mind—weekend cosplay conventions, lazy afternoons tangled in Jack’s sheets, the weight of a wig being adjusted by his fingers before a photoshoot. A slow, sultry smile curled her glossed lips as she leaned across the diner table, the golden bangles on her wrists chiming. "You’re such a tease, baby," she purred, tapping Jack’s nose with a manicured finger. Her thigh pressed against his beneath the table, the heat of her skin searing through his jeans. The remote trembled in his grip as she nipped his earlobe, her voice dropping to a whisper. Jack decided to also use the remote control on himself and make him into someone who could pleasure his new girlfriend in way she sould.

Jack's breath hitched as Chris no, she traced a crimson nail down his chest, her dark eyes gleaming with possessive hunger. The remote burned in his palm, its power humming against his skin. With a shaky exhale, he thumbed the button again—click this time aiming it at himself.

A shudder ripped through him. His spine straightened as his shoulders broadened, his shirt seams popping to reveal sculpted abs that gleamed under the diner’s neon lights. His jaw sharpened, stubble darkening to a perfect shadow, and his hair thickened into tousled waves that begged for her fingers to tangle in them.