Announcementcontent warning: bullyingI had a little flutter in my tummy as I stared at my reflection. For maybe the first time I could remember, I actually liked what I saw in the mirror. And I liked how it felt.

  After another few seconds I finally tore my eyes off the mirror and looked down at the real thing. I slowly moved my hands to my chest and almost hesitantly cupped my boobs. Their warm, soft, yielding weight felt really good. In fact that flutter in my tummy got stronger, and my lips started curling up into a smile.

  Not that I'd ever admit it, but I sometimes fantasized about this exact kind of situation. I even read fics about it, like guys getting unexpectedly turned into girls somehow, then having to deal with the consequences. I knew that had to be pretty common, like what guy wasn't curious to find out what it'd be like to be a girl? It was still too embarrassing to ever talk about it out loud though.

  And unfortunately I knew I couldn't stay like this. Even if I did kind of like it for some strange reason, it just wasn't possible.

  Chelsea and Edward would freak out, and both of them were bigger and stronger than me in my normal body. As a petite girl I'd be even more vulnerable and easier for them to bully or abuse. Then there was my best friend, plus all the other people at school, like profs and everything. I couldn't imagine trying to expin who I was to them, or how they'd react to my sudden transformation. Even Frank would probably flip out if I showed up looking like this and told him it was really me, and that I wanted to stay this way.

  That thought left me suddenly confused. Did I want to stay like this? I didn't, did I? Even if I did, it didn't matter. I was a guy, I couldn't stay like this. I couldn't just be a girl. Maybe if I was trans it'd be a different story, but that wasn't me.

  With a sigh I sat back down on my bed and picked up the ptop, to see if there was an undo function or some way to get it to turn me back to normal. I was still naked as I banced it on my smooth slim bare legs, then unched the character editor once again.

  It asked me to validate again with my fingerprint, and without thinking I swiped my thumb over it before I remembered I'd been using my middle finger. Except this time my thumb worked just fine, the thing blinked green and the editor unched.

  It only took a moment for me to realize it probably recognized all my fingerprints now. Like one way or another I'd become Lisa, so all the biometric stuff would probably match my new body. With that in mind my attention returned back to the ptop screen once again.

  This time the menu had a 'Recents' entry, in addition to the character ID and search functions. I figured I'd look at that ter though, for now I just repeated the process I did earlier and selected the Search menu item. And it came up with the same two names.

  I was just about to select Lisa's character when my bedroom door burst open and Chelsea stormed into the room. I startled so hard my heart nearly stopped, then I all but dropped the ptop as I reflexively jumped to my feet so I'd be ready to run, or maybe dive into the closet to try and hide.

  "Hey twerp! You -" Chelsea demanded before noticing me. She came to a sudden halt just inside the door as she stared at me with a confused frown on her face.

  My heart was still pounding from the sudden interruption, and a cold heavy feeling settled in my gut as I looked up at her. She seemed so much bigger now that I was a petite cute girl. And she looked that much tougher too.

  Chelsea was tall, strong, and athletic. She was into just about all kinds of sports, especially soccer and hockey. She was also into stuff like judo, and unfortunately I'd been on the receiving end of that kind of thing way too many times to count. She was good at it too, like she was good at all the other sports she did. And she had a few shelves full of trophies in her bedroom to prove it.

  "What the hell?!" she demanded after a second or two. "Why are you a girl? And why are you naked?!"

  My eyes almost bulged out of my head as I cringed hard, and fumbled to cover myself with my hands. That didn't work though so I quickly crouched down and grabbed my hoodie, then straightened up and held it tight over my chest so it covered from there down to my hips.

  Chelsea watched me do all that then demanded again, "Seriously, what the fuck is going on here?!"

  I shook my head as I stammered, "I-I don't know Chelsea, I swear! I got a used ptop from Frank and I was messing around with it? It used to belong to someone named Lisa and I think it somehow turned me into her?"

  "Bullshit," she stated. Then she gestured at the little white and pink computer on the floor by my feet and asked, "Is that it there?"

  "Yeah," I nodded. "Please don't break it Chelsea? I only just got it, and I have to figure out how this happened. I need to try and fix it."

  She pushed me out of the way then picked it up and looked at the screen. "Character editor? Is that what did it? Why the fuck does it have my name on here?"

  I gulped as I shook my head again, "I don't know! I swear it! I think it's just a weird coincidence or something..."

  "Oh fuck off," she grumbled as she continued staring at the ptop. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or the computer though, since she'd started poking buttons. She continued staring at it as she added, "You little liar, if it's just a coincidence then how come it's got my birthday in it? And my height, my weight? What the fuck is this?"

  My gut lurched when I heard that. I hadn't looked at the Chelsea character at all, but if it really had all her details then she was right. It couldn't be a coincidence, somehow the ptop knew that stuff about her. I had no expnation though, I didn't understand how it could possibly get that information.

  "I swear Chelsea I don't know," I replied nervously. "Please give it back? I need to figure out how it works, I need to try and fix things."

  Unfortunately she ignored my pleas. Instead she sat down on the corner of my bed with the little pink computer on her p, she seemed determined to either mess with it or maybe she was trying to figure it out for herself. She wasn't as computer-savvy as me, but she was no slouch. Her dad made sure she went to the best schools and got the best opportunities.

  After another minute or so she gnced at me and asked, "Hey can you go grab me a can of co from the fridge?"

  "And please put something on," she added. "I don't need to see your boobs or your butt jiggling around in my face."

  My cheeks went bright red, but her words also left me with another flutter in my tummy. As scary and unpleasant as Chelsea was, being reminded that I had boobs and a butt made me strangely happy. Since I was already holding my hoodie I quickly pulled it on and zipped it up. Thanks to my new smaller size it was long enough to reach just below my behind, although it was still tight across the chest. Then I scurried out of my bedroom to go get her drink.

  As I left she shouted after me, "Put it in a gss please! With ice and a straw!"

  "Ok Chelsea," I called back as I hurried up the stairs and into the kitchen.

  I was still scared that she might damage the ptop, but I knew from past experience my best bet was to just go along with whatever she said. If I could keep her happy then eventually she'd get bored and leave me alone.

  So I carefully prepared her drink the way she asked. And by the time I was heading back down the stairs I'd calmed down enough that I was acutely aware of the way my boobs were bouncing and jiggling inside my hoodie. That led to another flurry of unfamiliar feelings and strange emotions, but I did my best not to think about that for now. Instead I just focused on not spilling the gss of soda as I returned to my small messy bedroom.

  Chelsea was still sitting on a corner of my bed with the ptop, and she wasn't just reading it anymore. She was tapping at the keys, making changes to the data in the editor. That surprised me, and a new feeling of dread settled in my gut as I realized she could be messing with the Lisa character. She could be making changes to me.

  "Here's your drink," I said as I moved closer. "W-what are you doing to the ptop?"

  Instead of replying or even taking the gss from me she remained focused on the tiny computer, so I was left standing there awkwardly for the next few minutes while she messed with it.

  Then I startled slightly when she suddenly demanded, "How the fuck does this thing know so much about me? It knows shit nobody knows, stuff I've never shared with anyone!"

  "I don't know Chelsea," I replied nervously. "Like I said I only just got it and I haven't had a chance to figure out yet how it works."

  I edged closer to try and get a look at the screen as I added, "So uh, what are you doing?"

  She turned the ptop slightly to keep me from seeing the screen as she stated, "Uh-uh, back off Lisa. This is private."

  "Fine," I sighed as I took a step back again. Then I frowned as it suddenly hit me. She didn't call me twerp or punk or any of the other annoying names she tended to use, and she didn't use my real name either.

  "Uh, Chelsea?" I asked quietly. "Why'd you call me Lisa? You know that's not my name, right?"

  She shrugged, "Seems like it's your name now, right? You're a cute girl, and this computer seems to think your name is Lisa."

  Hearing all that sent another confusing flutter of emotions through me. My eyes widened yet again as I asked, "You... You think I'm cute?"

  She rolled her eyes as she looked at me, "Don't you? Have you checked a mirror tely?"

  Suddenly my cheeks felt hot as I mumbled, "Yeah I have. I'm just surprised to hear you say it."

  "So you think this ptop somehow changed you into that?" Chelsea suddenly asked, changing the subject. She looked up at me and added, "I'm guessing that was through this 'character editor' since that's what you were looking at when I got here?"

  Just like that the fluttery feelings and the blushy cheeks were gone, repced by a rapid heartbeat and another cold feeling in my gut. I gulped but nodded, "Yeah. Why? What are you doing?"

  A worrying little smile formed on her lips as she shrugged, "I'm just trying something out here, doing a little experiment to see what happens."

  That was the st thing I wanted to hear. I couldn't even guess what kinds of nasty things she might have in store for me, but whatever they were I knew it was going to be awful.

  I shook my head and pleased, "Please don't! Please Chelsea, just put the ptop down? I got you your drink like you asked..."

  "Yeah thanks Lisa. I'll have that in a second," she smiled. Then she tapped another key on the ptop and added, "Now let's see if this thing really works."

  Fearing the worst I put her drink down on the corner of my desk then braced myself for the inevitable, but nothing happened. My vision didn't go funny, I wasn't lightheaded.

  "Woah," Chelsea gasped as she seemed to wobble a bit. A moment ter she slumped back across my bed as her entire body seemed to pixelte, like she'd been repced by a really low rez 3D graphic.

  My eyes widened in shock and confusion as her body seemed to go through a bunch of graphical revisions or iterations, kind of like how some AI programs did when they were following a prompt to generate a picture. Then she mumbled something about feeling weird, but her words were almost garbled and her voice sounded like it was going through some kind of glitchy audio compression.

  At that point I dashed forward and grabbed the little pink ptop before it could fall off Chelsea's p. In the middle of the screen was a notice that read "Updating Character: Chelsea" and beneath that was a status bar that was just passing eighty percent with three seconds left.

  Sure enough the ptop soon finished what it was doing, and the weird digital effects on Chelsea's body faded away. I kept staring wide-eyed at her though, because she suddenly looked very different...

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