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The night of prom had come just like any other night for Stefan. He had made his way home drearily from a thoroughly average day of school in a languid summer stupor; slumping into his office chair in his bedroom to play whatever game took his fancy before retiring to bed. He had convinced himself he was going to follow this routine, ignoring the event and letting it fade into memory, and yet as he saw the social media posts rolling in of couples preparing to make their way to a night of fun and intimacy he couldn't help but feel pangs of unhappiness.

He wanted desperately to go. There was no denying that. But what business had he to go? Lonely, without a partner, without a single soul to share the night with; it was moments like this that made him reflect on his social life up until this point, made him wish that life had simply chose a different path for him.

All at once the room flashed a vicious pink with an opaque light that dampened the evening sun. Stefan was rocked by a mixture of shock and pain; his brain struggled to make sense of the past few seconds, instead making itself agonisingly aware of the slow dull pulses concentrated in his chest and crotch. The feeling was immense, the pulses increasing in intensity, but mellowing in pain. It was a feeling unique to Stefan, and just as he began to lose grip on consciousness he began to quite enjoy it...

They awoke with a start, memories still fresh from when they had collapsed. The pain, the pink flash. But they were soon distracted when they glanced downward. A black dress, sizeable cups filled amply, slender smooth legs from beneath the obsidian fabric looked cinematic against their white cotton sheets. They held their arm and fingers out in front of them before returning to their chest, to squeeze their bust, almost to confirm its reality. Was this them? Their breasts? Their prom dress? As they fumbled with newfound urgency for their phone on the bedside table they felt their mind slipping once more, but not into unconsciousness, they felt their old self dissipating. Like waves into the ocean. Gently receding until, when their camera finally opened, their face seemed as natural as the sunlight filtering through the curtains. They were Stephanie. Beautiful, popular, and waiting for a night of memories.

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Hey everyone! I now have a patreon! Exclusive NSFW TG content with some perks awaits
www.patreon.com/user?u=3226662…

The night of prom had come just like any other night for Stefan. He had made his way home drearily from a thoroughly average day of school in a languid summer stupor; slumping into his office chair in his bedroom to play whatever game took his fancy before retiring to bed. He had convinced himself he was going to follow this routine, ignoring the event and letting it fade into memory, and yet as he saw the social media posts rolling in of couples preparing to make their way to a night of fun and intimacy he couldn't help but feel pangs of unhappiness.

He wanted desperately to go. There was no denying that. But what business had he to go? Lonely, without a partner, without a single soul to share the night with; it was moments like this that made him reflect on his social life up until this point, made him wish that life had simply chose a different path for him.

All at once the room flashed a vicious pink with an opaque light that dampened the evening sun. Stefan was rocked by a mixture of shock and pain; his brain struggled to make sense of the past few seconds, instead making itself agonisingly aware of the slow dull pulses concentrated in his chest and crotch. The feeling was immense, the pulses increasing in intensity, but mellowing in pain. It was a feeling unique to Stefan, and just as he began to lose grip on consciousness he began to quite enjoy it...

They awoke with a start, memories still fresh from when they had collapsed. The pain, the pink flash. But they were soon distracted when they glanced downward. A black dress, sizeable cups filled amply, slender smooth legs from beneath the obsidian fabric looked cinematic against their white cotton sheets. They held their arm and fingers out in front of them before returning to their chest, to squeeze their bust, almost to confirm its reality. Was this them? Their breasts? Their prom dress? As they fumbled with newfound urgency for their phone on the bedside table they felt their mind slipping once more, but not into unconsciousness, they felt their old self dissipating. Like waves into the ocean. Gently receding until, when their camera finally opened, their face seemed as natural as the sunlight filtering through the curtains. They were Stephanie. Beautiful, popular, and waiting for a night of memories.