No, Let's Call it a Night (Celeb)

I started to walk towards the Research Room, still unsure if I was making the right choice. I reached the doorway, breathed a deep sigh, and firmly closed it. I heard the automatic look engage on the heavy metal door and smiled, proud that I was able to fight back the strong temptations.

Mind control is a definite fetish of mine, but it’s different in reality when you actually care what the person you’re toying with feels for you. It had only been 3 days so far, but I’d really come to like Rebecca and I knew that she liked me too. I didn’t need to control her mind to make her like me. I just needed to be myself.

I walked past the living room and tentatively into her bedroom making sure to let my presence be known in case she was naked or something. The bedroom was dark, but light shone from the bathroom so I walked over there to join her.

Alicia Vikander was alone in the large bathroom clad only in a basic white bra and a green and white thong that vanished in between her luscious, tanned cheeks. She was standing in front of the mirror over the sink and inspecting every angle of her body with a stunned look of awe and excitement. As Rebecca saw me enter the room and freeze up in the mirror, she turned around to look at me with another woman’s face. It was equally amazing and eerie to see Alicia Vikander yet still recognize the facial nuances of Rebecca that gave away her true identity.

“I can’t believe how well this worked! I literally look just like her!” Rebecca exclaimed. I still hadn’t moved from the doorway as she walked over to me and turned her shapely rear in my direction. “I had a stupid tramp stamp above my butt and even that is missing! It really did change my body into hers completely!”

I just stood there slack jawed and probably pretty stupid looking. It’s not every day that you see one of your celebrity crushes flaunting themselves in front of you. Hell, the chances of that ever happening… probably non-existent. Rebecca laughed at my awestruck expression and did an exaggerated walk away from me back to the sink. Once there, she rested back against it with a very burlesque pose.

“Oi, big boy. Come ‘ere and give me a proper smooch will ya?” she said with a terrible and exaggerated British accent.

This finally broke me from my stupor, and I buckled over laughing. Rebecca was confused, but laughed with me, breaking her sexy act momentarily before clumsily trying to return to it.

“What gat ‘ya so cracked up there gov’na?”

“You do know she’s originally Swedish and not British, right?” I managed to ask in between laughs.

Vikander’s face fell before she broke off into a hysterical laugh of her own. “I had no idea! I’d seen her in Tomb Raider and just figured she was naturally British!”

We continued laughing as we left the bathroom and collapsed together on her bed in the dark bedroom. I wiped my eyes and looked over towards the beautiful woman holding her sides and laughing next to me. After a little bit, Rebecca got her laughter under control and turned over to me as well.

“Was the accent really that bad?” she asked with a playful smile.

I chuckled before saying “I wouldn’t quit your day job to pursue an acting career, I’ll just leave it at that.”

Rebecca laughed and rested her head underneath her arms, looking up at the ceiling. I scooched over a little closer to her to test the waters and was glad when she accepted my presence pressed up against her.

“How does it feel? To be in another woman’s body?” I asked.

“The change hurt, which is a first for any of the transformations so far,” she explained thoughtfully. “Once it was done, though, it’s felt like I’m my normal self. I feel a little healthier and more fit, I suppose, but her body type and my body type weren’t too far off I think.”

There was a momentary pause of silence before she looked over to me with a questioning look on her face. “Did… did you only cuddle close to me because I look like… her? Or… was there more to it?”

I was about to answer when a loud DING sounded from the phone in my pocket. I took it out to see what had happened and noticed it was a notification that my phone’s battery was low. Then my phone went black.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize my phone was almost dead,” I said sitting up in bed.

Rebecca sat up too and asked, “does that mean I’m stuck like this for the night?”

I was going to assure her that it would only take a couple of minutes to charge it enough to revert it, but when I looked at Vikander’s face, I noticed something odd. Her chocolatey hazel eyes were blue again and shaped much like Rebecca’s had been before.

“I don’t think there’s a need to worry. You seem to be returning to your normal state.” I held up the dark screen of my phone towards her so she could see the reflection herself. Rebecca squinted in the dark and then gasped when she noticed the slow changes happening to her face. She gave my phone back to me and quickly walked to the bathroom door, closing it behind her and leaving me in the dark. After a moment for my eyes to adjust, I walked near the bathroom door and politely knocked on it.

“Are you… are you okay?” I asked tentatively.

“I’m fine! I just… I’m naked and didn’t want you to see that is all.”

“Oh. Uh, alright then.” I stood there awkwardly for a second, not quite sure what else to say. After a moment, the door opened a crack and a pale face that still looked a little like Alicia Vikander peeked through.

“I’m probably going to head to bed after… well after this sorts itself out. See you tomorrow?”

I smiled and nodded. “You got it. Sleep well Rebecca.” As she closed her door, I headed back to the living room and shut off the lights to head to bed myself. I didn’t get much sleep that night because of our discoveries, but I had a silly grin that wouldn’t go away the entire night.

Day 4 started in an interesting way.

I was semi-asleep when the door burst open, and my dark room was flooded with light. I sat up immediately and was immediately hit in the face by a pillow taken from the living room couch.

“Wake up, Brett, wake up! We got some experimenting to do!”

Rebecca was back to the changed form she’d had before our Alicia Vikander change the night prior. Her purple hair was disheveled and shoulder-length and her 5’8” form leaned against the doorway to my room with her arms crossed. I wiped the grogginess from my eyes and grunted a reply before clumsily falling out of bed.

The tests started normally at first, but quickly grew out of our normal realm of control. We changed Rebecca’s eye color to a purple shade that matched her hair. I toyed with her stomach, swapping between giving her a rigid 8-pack and a swollen belly that looked 5 months pregnant. We could make her skin as yellow as a banana, give her a head that was 3x as big and made her look like a bobblehead, and even give her extra arms.

At one point, we tried to add Alicia Vikander’s characteristics onto her freakish looking form (mostly for shits and giggles), but I found that I would need to rescan her characteristics first. We were too lazy, so we saved the experimentation with that setting for another time.

As her additional arms withdrew back into her body, and her head, skin, and tummy reverted to normal, Rebecca jumped back unto the examination bed and sat on the edge with a devilish grin on her face. I noticed her silent expression and looked up from my phone with a sarcastic look of apprehension.

“What? What idea do you have cooking in your head now?”

“Wings! I want to try the wings again!” she said, not even trying to hide her utter excitement.

“Do you think there’s going to be much of a change from yesterday though?” I asked as I pulled up the menu for Appendages and selected Wings.

“Maybe not, but it’ll give us a good measure to compare the progress of the app. Right?”

“You don’t have to convince me!” I turned the phone around so she could see. “I’ve already got it loaded in. Let’s take to the skies!”

“Fuck yeah!” she said, happily fist-pumping the air and holding the pose. She winked, still in that position as I clicked Apply. There was a loud ripping sound as a large pair of purple-feathered wings pierced through her shirts back instantaneously. Rebecca leaned forward with the weight as they continued to sprout out of her back and grow. When they finished, each wing was nearly the same height as her and spread out further than her arms on either side.

“Wow, I’d say that’s an improvement…” I said as I placed my phone back in my pocket and stroked the feathered appendages on her back.

“Do they… do they work?” Rebecca was reaching behind her back at an awkward angle to stroke the wings as well.

“How should I know? Test them out!”

“Alright… step back…” I did as I was told as Rebecca got onto her feet and spread the wings out. She moved each wing independently up and down, stretching out the new muscles and learning how they worked. After getting a handle on how they moved, she breathed in to gather herself before…

FWOOMF

With a little hop and a large motion of her angelic wings, Rebecca was airborne. For a couple seconds anyway. Then her head crashed into the ceiling of the Research Room with a loud crack, and she tumbled down to the floor between the examination beds. I ran forward to help her out as she gingerly rubbed at the growing bump on her head.

“Shit, are you okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“Yeah, I’m.. I’m alright. Ow.” She smiled to reassure me, and I helped her up from the floor.

I chuckled and led her out to the living room, sitting her down on the couch and grabbing some ice for her head. “I’d say they work just fine! You flew to the ceiling with just one sweep of those bad boys.”

“Heh, yeah and crashed into it full ****. Thanks,” she said, taking the bag of ice from me and putting it on her head. “I have to go somewhere where I have space to test these wings out.”

I sat opposite of her in one of the chairs and grimaced at her suggestion. “I don’t know, Mr. Draymond was pretty clear that you’re not allowed to leave the apartment. Plus, you’d make a scene flying around with those things.”

“Not if no one saw me! And I doubt that the company would know if we don’t leave the building.”

I was confused. “Wait, where could we have space to test your wings if we don’t leave the building?”

Rebecca smirked and pointed upwards. “The rooftop!”

So, after clumsily exiting the apartment and taking the elevator up, we found ourselves looking out over New York City. I’d wrapped a large blanket around what I could to conceal her on the way up, but we didn’t run into anyone thankfully. Rebecca took the blanket off her large wings and walked up to the edge of the rooftop to look down over the city. I have a healthy respect for heights, so I was comfortable staying farther back and letting her look.

“Welp, that’s a… long way down…” Rebecca gulped and took a shaky step back before turning over to me.

“You don’t have to fly over the… drop. Just a couple feet above the rooftop.” I looked behind me, fully expecting some company thugs to burst onto the rooftop to take us back in. “Or we can just head back and experiment some more?”

“No. No, I can do this.” She closed her eyes, clearly convincing herself as much as me. “I. Can. Do. This.”

FWOOMF

Rebecca leaped vertically into the air as her wings swept downwards. With a puff of dust from the rooftop, she climbed up 12 feet into the air and hovered there as her wings effortlessly beat up and down. It seemed almost natural for her, and she laughed in disbelief as she easily moved up and down in the air above the rooftop.

I stood below, once again finding myself in awe at the power of the app. With a slight lean to the side, Rebecca slid to her left then again in the other direction! She gave one last look of excitement before pushing down forcefully with her wings and disappearing down over the edge of the building. I ran to the edge, my fear of heights the furthest thing from my mind as I watched her gracefully soar between the tall buildings throughout New York City.

With another push, she climbed back above the buildings and into the clouds, now just a purplish speck in the sky. I squinted against the sun, looking for her in the sky and growing fearful that something might’ve happened. As I searched the sky for her, a gust of wind blew at my back, and I turned around to see her hovering behind me. Her hair was windswept, and her face was flush with adrenaline as she drew me into her embrace.

We returned to the Research Room and said goodbye to the beautiful wings as they quickly shrank into her back with a gross slurping sound. The only sign they’d existed was the 2 holes in the back of her shirt where they’d torn through. With the wing test being an absolute success, we were eager to retry another experiment: messing with the Species menu.

“So what, you want to see if you’ll become a sexy catgirl or something?” I joked, as I scrolled through the available options in the menu.

“Sounds like that’s what YOU want,” she chided, sticking her tongue out at me. “Cats are easy though; we should try something harder. Like something bigger! Or much smaller!”

I grinned, excited to test yet another of my fetishes out today. “What animal do you have in mind?”