The App fest

THE APP FEST: CHAPTER 1

PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul

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Beep-beep... Beep-beep... Beep-beep...

I slammed my hand down on the alarm, shutting off that irritating ring the second it cut through the quiet of my room. I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my blue eyes as I sat up in bed. Ugh, what time is it?

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand to check the screen. My heart instantly dropped.

10:00 AM.

"What?!" I gasped out loud. "No, no, no..."

I had college at eight. I was two full hours late, and Professor Elena was going to absolutely kill me.

I bolted out of bed and went straight for my closet in a sheer panic. Thankfully, I already had my charcoal-grey ribbed tank top on, so I didn't need to waste time changing. I grabbed my favorite heavy vintage flannel shirt-the green and black plaid one and a pair of distressed light-wash jeans. After yanking the jeans on, I took a microsecond to glance at my sandy-blonde hair and freckles in the mirror, threw the open flannel over my shoulders, and sprinted right downstairs.

As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps, I came right across my mom, Mrs. Amanda Miller. She was already busy, hauling a heavy basket of laundry toward the washing machine.

"Travis, what the hell?!" she snapped, dropping the basket onto her hip as she stared at me. "I thought you left early this morning with Chloe! I had no idea you were still up there sleeping it off!"

She glared at me with a look of pure, disappointed irritation. She was clearly annoyed by my laziness, though at this point, it was practically a regular part of my daily routine.

"Uh, sorry, Mom," I mumbled, offering a weak, guilty grin. "You know how it is... I was up studying until late last night."

It was a blatant, straight-off-the-cuff lie, and it was so obvious that she immediately saw right through it. She knew for a fact I had been up gaming until the sunrise.

"Whatever," she sighed, rolling her eyes and heading toward the laundry room to continue her chores. "Just learn something from your younger sister, Chloe, for once in your life."

I rolled my eyes as she walked away, entirely text-book annoyed at getting compared to my supposedly disciplined younger sister yet again. If only my parents actually knew what their perfect princess of a daughter was really up to at college, I thought.

Either way, I didn't have time to argue. I grabbed a green apple off the dining table, pocketed my phone, and headed straight out the front door.

Once I got outside, I looked toward the driveway and groaned. The family car was completely missing from the garage. Oh, come on. Don't tell me Dad went to work early today and took the car...

Ugh. It looked like I was taking the bus.

I jogged down the sidewalk to the campus transit stop. While waiting, I pulled out my phone and pulled up the main college group chat to pass the time.

"No way," I muttered, scrolling through the feed.

The chatter was buzzing. The annual college fest was coming up fast, which meant an official announcement would probably drop in class sometime today. I kept scrolling through the endless wall of text-classmates making fun of each other, shared lecture documents, and random study materials.

Then, my thumb paused on an old message from a week ago. It was a shady, unverified app link sent by our department's resident tech-nerd. Everyone had completely ignored it back then because the guy was famous for sending out phishing scams and accidentally loading people's devices with malware. Most of the campus had just swiped past him, and so did I.

Just as I locked my screen, the heavy brakes of the campus bus squealed to a halt in front of me. I shoved my phone into my pocket, hopped up the steps, and found a seat.

30 Minutes Later

I was practically flying down the college corridors. I skidded to a halt outside the room, gripped the handle, and slid open the door to Professor Elena's lecture hall.

"-okay class, that is your social assign-"

Thud!

The heavy door slammed against the frame with a resounding echo, cutting her off mid-sentence. Instantly, the low hum of the auditorium died, and every single eye in the room pivoted to stare straight at me.

I froze in the doorway, my chest heaving. Standing at the front of the stage, right by the podium, was Professor Elena. She was an absolutely commanding presence, possessing a striking, ultra-voluptuous hourglass silhouette. Her remarkably narrow waist tapered down into wide, soft curves, and her incredibly generous, heavy E-cup breast size heavily dominated her frame, straining tightly against the fabric of her professional attire. Today, she wore a tailored silk blouse in a vibrant, deep magenta that fitted exceptionally tight across her generous chest, tucked flawlessly into a high-waisted, cream-colored linen pencil skirt that tightly casing her curvaceous hips. Supported by towering four-inch patent leather stiletto pumps, she looked down from the stage with pure, authoritative confidence.

I had to admit, even in the middle of a panic attack, the woman knew exactly how to look appealing. I was completely transfixed until her sharp gaze snapped me right back to reality.

"Well, Mr. Travis Miller... you are fifteen minutes early," Professor Elena said, her voice smooth, mature, and dripping with an icy, calm sarcasm.

I blinked, completely confused. Early? I was definitely forty-five minutes late for the actual lecture.

"Uh... what?" I mumbled nervously, shifting my backpack on my shoulder.

A collective smirk rippled through the front rows as she corrected me, her piercing hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "Fifteen minutes early for the cafeteria lunch break, Mr. Miller. Now turn around, get out, and come back after the break is over."

The entire room burst into a wave of quiet snickers. I finally realized she was just brutally taunting me. She wasn't letting me slip into the back row; she was officially kicking me out for showing up at the tail end of her class.

I let my eyes scan the rows of laughing students and immediately spotted my roommate and best friend, Min-jun. He was sitting toward the back, completely losing it, laughing his absolute ass off at my expense.

Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, dude, I thought to myself, throwing him a sarcastic glare.

Not wanting to push my luck with Elena any further, I pulled the door shut, retreated back into the empty corridor, and slid down the wall to wait for the lunch bell to finally ring.

After few minutes.

The buzz of the college bell cut through the corridor, and the lecture hall doors slid open. Professor Elena stepped out, the sharp clack-clack of her stilettos echoing against the floor. I instantly straightened up against the wall, trying to look like a sorry, pathetic student as she approached.

She stopped right in front of me, bringing her towering heels nearly eye-to-eye with me, her massive E-cup boobs practically invading my personal space.

"Be obedient, Mr. Miller," Elena said, her voice smooth and dripping with amusement as she looked me up and down. "My next lecture is right after the break, so don't fuck up again, young man. I know exactly what you students are up to. Trust me... I've been in those exact shoes this week."

She let out a soft, sultry chuckle that made her chest heave, then turned on her heel, her wide, tight-skirted ass swaying as she walked away down the hall.

I stood there, completely blank. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Before I could think about it, a heavy palm slapped down hard on my shoulder.

"Haha, what's up, Mr. Late-Ass Miller?" Min-jun laughed, leaning into my space. He glanced down the hallway at her retreating figure and gave me a sharp nudge. "Oh... admiring Elena's sexy ass while she walks away, huh?"

"Oh, shut up, dude," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I wasn't going to lie, though the woman definitely knew how to flaunt her assets. It was honestly wild the dean allowed her to wear skirts that tightly casing her hips.

"Anyway, you piece of shit," I said, turning to confront him directly. "You were laughing your absolute ass off back there, huh?"

"Aww, come on, dude," Min-jun grinned, entirely unbothered. "It's like a ritual now, you coming late. Honestly, I think you actually like it when Elena acts all dominant on you, huh? Because fuck, I know I would." He gave a wicked laugh, obviously trying to get under my skin.

"Oh, you would like that, huh?" I smirked, deliberately taking a step back as I pulled out my phone. "Guess what? I'll just text Emma right now and tell her all about it."

Emma was his incredibly possessive girlfriend, and we both knew for a fact she would absolutely castrate him if she heard him talking about another woman's body like that.

Min-jun's confident grin instantly evaporated, his face going pale. "Woah, woah, dude, chill! Drop the phone, I'm fucking sorry!"

I couldn't help but chuckle. Damn, he was completely terrified of her.

"Haha! Now you understand your place." I laughed, throwing my arm heavily around his broad shoulders and guiding him down the hallway. "Come on. Lunch is entirely on you now. You owe me."

"Fine, fine," he muttered as we turned the corner and headed straight toward the bustling campus cafeteria.

Finally, after a short walk, we reached the cafeteria and spotted Marcus standing behind the cashier counter.

Ugh, that absolute douchebag was back on duty today. He used to be a student here, but now he works two jobs, including this part-time gig at the cafe. It was the only way his single mother, Mrs. Gable, could keep her delinquent son under control, especially since she worked right here on campus alongside him.

We headed up to the front desk to order from Marcus.

"Wassup, dorks! What the fuck are you ordering, huh? Chinese again, Min-jun? Yeah, suits you," Marcus said, a smug, punchable smile plastered across his face like that was the absolute best joke he could ever crack.

Min-jun rolled his eyes, completely exhausted. "Dude, I'm Korean. Ugh, whatever, just get us-"

Before Min-jun could even finish naming his order, we were suddenly interrupted by a group of girls behind us. It was Maya, the front-bencher from our class who was always deeply interested in every single subject. She had been standing right behind us in the queue, but Marcus completely shifted gears the second he saw them.

"Move it, losers. I don't give a shit if you're hungry. My counter, my rules. Get to the back before I lose my fucking temper," Marcus growled at us.

With a single, sudden shove from his muscular arm, he easily forced both of us right out of the queue. We didn't stand a damn chance against his build. Maya and her group didn't give a single shit about the dynamic, stepping right into our spot to place their order while we were left standing on the sidelines.

Marcus instantly leaned his elbow on the counter, his tough-guy act melting into a brain-dead grin. "Hey, gorgeous. Tell you what, those extra fries are on me. Anything for a girl with a body like that. You got a boyfriend, or are you looking for a real man?"

Maya, sporting her magnetic look and that massive crown of voluminous dark curls, looked at him with pure exhaustion. "Ugh, Marcus, please shut the fuck up or should I just call Mrs. Gable over here right now?"

Every single girl in our college knew exactly how to control Marcus, and it was common knowledge just how incredibly dumb and submissive he got around females.

"Ugh, look at that dickhead... What now, dude?" I asked Min-jun, feeling completely defeated as we lined up behind the girls, totally defeated.

Just as Marcus was leaning further over the counter to keep hitting on Maya, the heavy swinging doors to the kitchen burst open. Mrs. Gable stepped out, carrying a fresh tray of baked goods. She was an absolute sweetheart, well-known across the campus for her genuinely lovely, kind-hearted attitude toward every single student. But more than that, everyone knew Marcus loved his mother dearly. Despite his tough-guy delinquent act with the guys, he was an absolute, unapologetic mama's boy at heart, and he didn't dare to ever go against her.

"Is everything alright out here, sweethearts?" Mrs. Gable asked, her voice booming with her usual maternal warmth.

Marcus's tough-guy posture instantly collapsed. His broad shoulders slumped, his chest deflated, and his arrogant smirk vanished into a look of sheer, wide-eyed panic. He scrambled to cover up his behavior, waving his hands nervously. "Y-yes, Mommy! Everything is totally fine, Ma! Just... helping these lovely ladies with their orders, I promise!"

From our spot right behind the girls, Min-jun and I didn't even need to say a word. We just opened our mouths, completely ready to completely rat him out and tell Mrs. Gable how he had just violently shoved us out of the queue.

Marcus's eyes locked onto us, and he immediately glared back, giving us a death stare. He was silently threatening to break our fucking jaws the second his mother wasn't looking if we dared to breathe a single word.

Mrs. Gable looked at her son, then followed his aggressive gaze right back to our faces, immediately figuring out exactly what was going on. She knew her son's delinquent tendencies all too well, but she also knew exactly how to keep him completely under her thumb.

"Step aside, Marcus," Mrs. Gable ordered, her warm expression instantly freezing into a terrifying maternal glare as she nudged him out of the way. "Go scrub the prep tables in the back. Now."

"But Ma! I swear-" Marcus stammered, his voice cracking out of pure vulnerability.

"Now, Marcus!"

He shut his mouth instantly, not daring to push his luck against her, and slunk away into the back kitchen like a scolded puppy. Mrs. Gable turned back to us, her face instantly melting back into a sweet, radiant smile. "I am so sorry about him, boys. Now, what can I get for you two sweethearts?"

Min-jun grinned, finally getting to place his order without any more bullshit, and I quickly added mine. Mrs. Gable rang us up effortlessly, packing our trays with a few extra portions just to make up for her son's behavior.

With our loaded trays finally in hand, Min-jun and I turned away from the counter and headed into the crowded cafeteria to find an empty seat.

We wove our way through the loud, packed cafeteria until we finally spotted an available two-seater table near the edge of the room. We dropped into the chairs with a collective sigh of relief, setting our heavy trays down on the tabletop.

"Fucking finally," Min-jun muttered, breaking off a piece of his food. "I thought that prick was going to starve us out."

"Yeah, thank god for Mrs. Gable," I said, taking a massive bite of my apple-pie. I leaned forward, lowering my voice as the conversation shifted back to our morning disaster. "But seriously, dude... what the fuck was up with Elena's weird threat in the hallway? That whole 'I've been in those exact shoes this week' bit?"

Min-jun shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. "Who the hell knows? Maybe she got caught pulling an all-nighter doing something she shouldn't have. A woman that fine definitely has a wild side."

Before I could reply, the loud voices of two guys passing by to us cut through the cafeteria noise.

"-telling you, man, the app actually can do that," one of them was saying to his friend. "He dropped the link in the main group chat like a week ago, but everyone thought it was just another one of his shady phishing scams."

Hearing that, Min-jun froze mid-chew. His eyes went wide as a sudden realization hit him. "Oh, shit..." he muttered, quickly swallowing his food and wiping his hands on a napkin.

"What?" I asked, looking at him sideways.

"Dude, that weird app link from last week..." Min-jun whispered, pulling his phone out of his pocket in a rush. "I actually downloaded it."

"Are you fucking stupid?" I hissed, shaking my head. "I literally saw that text and ignored it. The guy is famous for sending out malicious bullshit. It's probably a malware virus designed to steal your bank details or brick your phone. You need to be careful, man."

"Eh, relax, it's already on here, let me check it." Min-jun replied with his usual carefree attitude, completely brushing off my warning. "If my phone explodes, it explodes."

He tapped the screen, launching the application. Neither of us had a single clue what the app was actually about, expecting some broken, half-coded student project. But as the loading screen cleared, Min-jun's jaw dropped.

"What the fuck...?" he gasped, staring at the screen.

I leaned over the table, squinting at his phone. "What is it?"

"Dude, look at this. I literally just opened this thing for the first time. I never created a profile, I never typed anything in, nothing." Min-jun pointed a trembling finger at the display. "Yet it shows every single fucking detail about me. My full name, my age, my image, my schedule... everything."

I chuckled dryly, though a shiver went down my spine. "Well, so much for data privacy. The nerd probably scraped the entire college database to build this thing. I told you it was spyware."

Min-jun didn't look convinced. He tapped the screen again, moving past the detailed bio page. A clean, dark interface popped up, and a status bar appeared at the bottom, blinking with the text:

[SCANNING LOCAL AREA...]

"What the hell does that mean?" I muttered, watching the bar fill up instantly.

A soft chime pinged from the speaker as the text updated:

[SCAN WORK COMPLETE. COLLEGE CAMPUS AREA 1 DETECTED.]

Below the text, a counter popped up showing 25 Potential Users Available, but the vast majority of them were listed as Out of Area. However, right at the top of the grid, a single, solitary profile icon lit up in green, displaying the status: Available.

The profile name read: Sarah.

We both stared at the small profile picture attached to the name. We recognized her lightly; she was a student from our same college, though we hadn't really talked to her before.

"Damn," Min-jun murmured, tilting the phone slightly so we could get a better look at her photo. "I gotta admit, she's a quite hot Indian girl. Look at those eyes."

"Yeah, no kidding," I agreed, scratching my chin as I looked at the interface. It showed her exact distance from us, somewhere on the upper floors of the main building. "Wait... is this just a bootleg version of Tinder? Did the nerd seriously build a creepy, localized dating app just to stalk girls on campus?"

"Let's find out," Min-jun said, a curious grin returning to his face.

He tapped directly on Sarah's online profile. Instead of a chat window or a matchmaking screen, the display instantly shifted to a menu screen containing five identical, clean boxes aligned in a row.

Four of the boxes were grayed out, stamped with a small lock icon and the text:

[In Development].

But the very first box was fully unlocked, glowing with a faint, pulsing neon light. Written across it in clear, sharp text were two words:

[BODY SWAP]

We stared at the screen, completely confused and intensely curious.

"Body swap?" I repeated the words out loud, looking up at Min-jun. "Like... Freaky Friday style? What the fuck is that nerd actually into? First phishing scams, and now he's coding weird-ass sci-fi fanfiction into an app?"

"Man, who the hell knows," Min-jun chuckled, thoroughly amused by the whole thing. With a shrug, Min-jun tapped the single active option on the screen. Instantly, a pop-up confirmation window appeared over Sarah's profile picture:

[SEND A SWAP REQUEST TO USER: SARAH. CONFIRM?]

Min-jun's thumb hovered over the screen, and he suddenly paused, looking up at me with a wide, speculative grin. "Dude... what if this shit is actually real? What if I press this and literally wake up as some hot girl named Sarah? That would be fucking insane."

I stared at him, feeling a sudden wave of weirdness. Why the hell did he sound so excited about the idea of turning into a chick?

"Shut up, man, it's not possible," I said, shaking my head at how ridiculous he was being. "Real life doesn't work like a trashy movie. Just press it so we can see what the joke actually is."

"Alright, alright, chill," Min-jun laughed. He tapped [CONFIRM].

The screen immediately shifted, showing a loading circle spinning over a message:

[Buffering... Waiting for user approval.]

"See? I told you it's fake," I muttered, leaning back in my chair and taking another bite of my food. "It's just some weird, deeply unhinged fetish project he made. Nothing is going to happen."

Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched PING cut through the cafeteria noise. The text on the screen flashed in a blinding crimson color:

[REQUEST ACCEPTED. SWAPPING IN 5... 4... 3...]

Both of us stared at the screen, our breath catching despite ourselves, still fully expecting absolutely nothing to happen when the timer hit zero.

[2... 1... 0.]

The exact microsecond the countdown struck zero, Min-jun's head violently snapped backward. His body went completely rigid, and his eyes clamped shut as if he had just been hit by an invisible electric shock.

"Whoa, Min-jun!" I freaked out, jumping slightly in my seat. "Dude! Are you okay?!"

He didn't move. He just sat there, slumped slightly back in his chair, completely frozen.

My panic lasted for about three seconds before I rolled my eyes, leaning back over the table. "Oh, come on, man. Stop fucking around. You're trying to scare me, it's not funny."

Slowly, Min-jun's head began to tilt forward again. He blinked his eyes open, looking completely dazed, and his gaze wandered around the bustling cafeteria as if he had never seen the room before in his entire life.

"Min-jun? Seriously, check in, man, you're being a weird piece of shit," I pressed, studying his face.

Min-jun didn't look at me. Instead, he lifted his own hands up to his face, staring intently at his thick fingers, his knuckles, and the small silver ring resting on his index finger.

Suddenly, a massive, hyper-enthusiastic grin broke across his face. He let out a loud, high-pitched, incredibly feminine squeal, clapping his hands together tightly.

"OMG! It actually worked with the opposite gender as well!!" he yelled out, his deep voice carrying a completely wild, girly excitement that drew a few strange looks from the tables around us.

"Yo, shut the fuck up, man!" I hissed, leaning across the table and shaking his shoulder. "Calm down, you're making a scene! People are looking at us."

"Oh, sorry, sorry," Min-jun muttered, but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring down at his broad chest, aggressively patting his own pecs with wide, frantic eyes. "Oh my god, I feel so light... I don't have boobs right now! I'm literally living the dream K-drama I always wanted!"

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at how committed he was to the bit. "Alright, man, drop the act. Seriously, stop. I gotta admit, though, you're a fucking great actor. You almost had me for a second."

Min-jun's head snapped up, a look of pure annoyance crossing his face. "Shut up, you...uh random white guy! I'm not acting!" He began running his fingers over his face, feeling his jawline and cheekbones. "Wow... his skin is so smooth for a guy. Korean skincare is honestly no joke."

Suddenly, he stood up right out of his chair. Right there in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, he reached down and shamelessly grabbed his own crotch, his eyes going completely wide.

"Oh my god! I have a fucking dick! That is so sick!" he gasped, before a massive grin broke across his face. "But oh my god, I can't wait to pee while standing up!"

"Dude! What the actual fuck, sit down!" I bolted up from my seat, grabbing him by the shoulders to force him back into his chair. I still couldn't bring myself to believe in some magical body-swap app. "Seriously, drop the act, Min-jun. I know you're just pretending to be a girl in your body to fuck with me. It's over, joke's done."

"Dude!, I am not Min-jun!.....duh!" he snapped, slapping my hands off her shoulders. "I am Sarah! The app actually works, It swapped our bodies! Right now, the real Min-jun is probably freakng out in my female body up in the library!"

"Yeah, right," I sneered, crossing my arms. "I'm not falling for your prank, dickhead. Body-swapping isn't fucking real. It's scientifically impossible."

Sarah-in Min-jun's body-grew visibly frustrated, stomping her foot. "Fine! You want proof? Give me your phone!"

"Why the hell do you want my phone?" I asked, completely confused.

Before I could pull away, he reached across the table and snatched the device right out of my hand. I tried to protest and grab it back, but Min-jun's body was much taller and more athletic than mine. He easily held the phone above my reach, using his long arms to download the app onto my screen via the group chat link.

"Wow," Sarah muttered, flexing Min-jun's bicep as he tapped away on my screen. "I gotta admit, being a guy is so much better. I have so much reach."

Watching him or her-navigate the phone with such bizarre, uncharacteristic body language, a sudden knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. Wait... is it really a girl in Min-jun's body? I tried to force the thought out of my head. No, no way. It can't be possible. He's just doing a really, really good impression. But the doubt was definitely starting to creep in.

"There! Look!" Min-jun said, turning my screen around to face me. He had successfully installed the app on my phone, and it was already displaying my full profile-Travis Miller-scraped straight from the college database.

"So what?" I argued, still clinging to my skepticism. "I told you, it's just a malicious spyware program that harvests our data. It doesn't mean it can actually swap people's minds!"

"Oh, you are so stubborn!" Min-jun groaned. He grabbed me firmly by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and forced me to walk with her down the cafeteria corridor. "Come on. We just need to walk around so we can get into proximity range of some available people."

Suddenly, right as we neared the exit, a sharp CHIME echoed from my hand.

I looked down. A new profile had popped up on my screen, lit up in bright green with the status: Available.

"See? Stop talking, Travis," Min-jun commanded, ignoring my protests as I kept trying to get him to stop.

"Min-jun, seriously, the lunch break is almost over anyway, and we have class soon. stop this shit-" I pleaded.

But Min-jun completely ignored me. With a swift flick of her thumb, he tapped the profile, hit the single unlocked box, and slammed the confirmation button. He shoved the phone back into my hands with a smug grin.

I looked down at the screen, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. A flashing red window popped up:

[REQUEST ACCEPTED. SWAPPING IN 5... 4...]

"Bro, come on, I don't believe-" I started, my voice cracking as a wave of cold dread washed over me.

Then, my eyes locked onto the actual profile name he had targeted for the swap.

My breath hitched. The screen read: Professor Elena.

[3... 2...]

"Ele-?!" I screamed.

[1... 0.]

The second the countdown hit zero, a weird, invisible force slammed into my chest. My neck jolted back, forcing me to stare straight up at the ceiling.

For a split second, it felt like my soul was being vacuumed right out of my body. The ceiling spun wildly, and before I could even shout her name, everything went black.

I jolted back into consciousness as my physical senses violently slammed back into place. The deafening, chaotic roar of the cafeteria was just... gone. Cut off instantly. It was dead, peacefully silent now, save for the frantic, ragged sound of my own breathing. My heart was hammering against my ribs. Wait...am i seated? how the hell was I seated now?

I slowly tried to open my eyes, my fingers automatically gripping a phone with both hands. But when I gained my vision, everything was wrong. I blinked hard, the blurred room coming into focus. I wasn't in the cafeteria. I was sitting in a high-end, wood-paneled faculty cabin. But wait a fucking minute... my hands? These weren't my hands. The skin was a smooth, flawless caramel tone, the fingers longer and more elegant, and my nails were perfectly shaped and painted a sharp, glossy maroon purple.

My heart dropped as my eyes finally locked onto the screen of the phone still clutched in my manicured fingers. Glowing against a dark interface was a cold, alert box that made my mind blow:

[SWAP STATUS: SUCCESSFUL]

A wave of pure, unadulterated terror rushed through me. My mind scrambled, trying to reject what my eyes were seeing. No. No, no, no. This is a joke. A glitch. The app wasn't a game!? It worked. It actually fucking worked, and it had just ripped me out of my own life.

But the horror didn't truly cross the point of no return until my gaze drifted down from the screen.

I dropped the phone instantly. It clattered onto the desk as I stared in absolute shock at what was now attached to my own torso. Straining violently against the fabric of a tight, luxurious deep magenta silk blouse was a heavy, massive cleavage of E-cup breasts resting right on my chest.

"What the fu-" I choked out, stopping dead in my tracks, absolutely terrified.

My voice... no fucking way. It wasn't my daily manly voice instead it was elegant, smooth, commanding female voice that vibrated right through my new chest cavity.

Desperate to escape whatever nightmare this was, I grabbed the edge of the heavy mahogany desk and forced myself to stand up. The moment I rose, everything felt way more worse. A brutally tight, high-waisted cream pencil skirt stretched dangerously thin over a massive ass and wide, voluptuous hips, locking my thighs together and completely destroying my balance. I stumbled instantly, my ankles wobbling violently on a pair of towering, four-inch stiletto heels.

As I lurched forward, my hands instinctively grabbed my own sides to keep from falling, and holy shit-I could feel everything. My hands were resting on huge, wide hips that flared out crazy far, curving up into a tiny waist. Every single move I made forced me to feel the ridiculous weight of the massive chest pulling me forward.

I caught my balance on the edge of the wood, my eyes darting across the desk until I saw it. Sitting right there on the polished mahogany was a clear plastic nameplate.

Don't tell me... don't fucking tell me...

I am fucking Professor Elena?!

TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER (2)
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