"You thought I wouldn't notice?"

"You thought you were being subtle about this?" you say in an indignant voice as you get up and slap the lid down on Jamie's laptop to stop him from typing anything else. "I look like a fucking amazon!"

"Erm, I guess you do," Jamie conceded, blushing furiously.

"We thought it would be fun to turn you into a- a hot woman," Max interjected, stuttering a little.

"Well I hope you're happy with what you're seeing," you say as you lean up against the desk, ignoring your poor co-victim as you twerk your ass demonstratively at the two boys. "Because I sure as hell ain't letting either of you near me now," you say, turn around and cross your arms, pushing your fake tits together.

"I can't even remember what I looked like before, but it's obvious that I didn't look like this fucking porn star! We've been friends for years and now all I can remember is you two oogling my tits and ass. And the tits aren't even real. Who the hell turns a girl into a slut with silicon tits if they can change people as they wish? At least make them natural and perky. Jesus, I can't believe we've been friends."

"I didn't write that you were to get implants," Jamie whined "I just wrote that you were to change into a hot latina wo- A hot latina. And everybody but me and Max- and you, would remember who you had been before."

"Y-yeah, that's pretty much what he wrote," Max agreed. "We're sorry Alex. We can try to change you back if you want us to?"

You paused and thought about that for a moment. Your entire life had been rewritten to turn you into this bimbo parody of a girl. Every memory seemed treasonous, but what could you do? You've been friends with these two dolts for the past five years or so. People didn't understand why you were hanging out with them, they were way out of your league, but you guys had fun talking about bullshit.

Sometimes when you were alone with either of them and you weren't dating anyone else (and you were usually dating someone, your body has needs,) you'd had a little fun with both of them. Not at the same time, but a blow-job under the blanket while watching Netflix, stuffing a few of their fingers inside yourself to teach them some basics.

Still, up until puberty hit, you'd been a pretty tomboyish girl and you feel that is still the case, even if you've got a bad case of bimbo aesthetics. But growing up as a girl, the law of the land has always been "flaunt it if you got it." Society sucks for women, but at least beauty wise, you were in the one percent now.

You shook your head and pulled your hair out of your face again, pondering what would be a suitable response.