Walter becomes Wren

Walter looked down at his hands. Calloused fingers, bitten nails, the familiar pressure of long nights and grinding logic. For a moment, he imagined them slimmer. Softer. Tapered at the ends with a gentle gloss, just enough to catch the café’s amber glow.

He didn’t speak for a long time. Sadie waited.

Then, softly: “Yeah. I still want it.” He seemed almost defeated.

Sadie smiled - not the smirk she wore like armor, but something smaller. Warmer.

“Tell me,” she said, leaning in slightly, voice low. “If you could be anyone, who would you want to be?”

Walter swallowed, his throat dry. “Not a character,” he said. “Not a fantasy. Just… someone who feels seen. Put together. Present.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Someone who gets attention for walking into a room. Not just what I say once I’m in it.”

Sadie’s smile deepened. “That’s doable. Got a more precise idea of who that is?”

Walter hesitated, then breathed out a soft laugh. “…Wren. Got to say, doctor, this view is a bit inspiring. And, I always liked the sound of that name. Light, but not flimsy.”

He paused again, then, as if testing the air: “Also, if I get a say… I’d want my voice to be… sultry. Not cartoonish, just…” He met Sadie’s eyes. “Low. Smooth. The kind people lean in to hear.”

Sadie gave him a slow nod, then passed the RAC interface across the table. “You get more than a say. Type it.”

Walter stared at the low-res screen, then began to enter it himself, each field with deliberate care. The two sat there at the café table for what felt like hours when Walter slid the RAC back over to Sadie:

[PROFILE MODE: EXTERNAL OVERLAY – SUBJECT: WALTER SHIN]
[TARGET TRANSFORMATION: WREN ELLIS]
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Mixed (Black/Latina)
Profession: Law Student (3rd Year)
Measurements: 32DD-24-38
Style Bias: Preppy Soft Glam. Polished brows. Glossed lips. Tailored knits. Pearl studs. Confidence in every motion.
Mental Overlay: Heightened social intuition. Poise. Control. The kind of woman who knows she belongs. Comfort in beauty.
External Perception: Target (Walter Shin) + User

Walter stared at the prompt for a long second. Then, with a look and a nod, Sadie hit EXECUTE.

The café stayed quiet. The lights above didn’t flicker. The world didn't notice.

But Sadie did.

It began in Walter’s hands - now Wren’s - as bone and tendon restructured, fingers thinning, the nails stretching into clean, elegant ovals. Skin tone shifted, deepened with warmth, taking on the subtle radiance of someone who moisturized religiously.

Then the arms, wrists slimming into smooth symmetry. Shoulders softened, the hoodie falling differently as her collarbones crept upward, catching light just so.

Her chest swelled - slow, deliberate - a full, balanced volume that pushed the fabric of her hoodie into graceful curves. No exaggeration. Just presence.

Wren inhaled sharply, and the sound of her breath startled her. It was deeper than she expected - velvety. Softly resonant. There was a texture to it, like satin brushing skin. Her eyes widened.

“Whoa,” she murmured, and even that one syllable curled into the air like incense. She blinked, then smiled. “That’s... God, that’s hot.”

Sadie beamed. Told you.

Wren’s waist narrowed. Her hips flared. The denim jeans clung tighter around thickening thighs and a rising, heart-shaped backside. The shift was seamless, organic. She sat differently now, with an **** lean. One leg crossed neatly over the other.

Her face followed, lips plumping into a soft, glossy pout. Brows arched with perfect symmetry. High cheekbones bloomed under flushed skin. Curls spilled out of her hood, coiling into styled tresses of rich dark volume. Soft glam perfection.

She adjusted in her chair. The movement was small, but decisive. Practiced. There was no awkwardness anymore. Only elegance.

She looked up, met her reflection in the café’s mirror, and for a moment… she studied herself.

Then she grinned. Not out of surprise, but recognition. Delight, really.

“This is…me?” she said, voice low and intimate, the words a velvet slide over warm stone.

Sadie exhaled, deeply satisfied.

Wren turned to her, smile easy and full of mischief.