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Heya'll, here's a request from DarkKing1996 which I've saved releasing till now for obvious reasons :3

On NYE, a poor guy ends up being transformed into a wealthy bimbo MILF socialite after drinking a certain brand of champagne

Thank you all for an amazing year, and I hope the next one proves fabulous for you all! ^.^

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As another year was coming to an end, Tim sighed as he reflected on another year wasted. With no significant other, stuck in a dead-end job which barely allowed him to pay rent, no prospects despite his best efforts, and an ever-growing sense of gender dysphoria whenever he saw an attractive woman, the plain-looking young man had little to look forward to in 20XX. It was only by the generosity of an old friend that he was now in such high class surroundings, at a raucous swanky NYC NYE party at said friend’s pad, inundated with stars and captains of industry, leaving Tim the odd one out. Eric had invited him, being appreciative of Tim’s company for the fact that despite his wealth he was one of his high school buddies that hadn’t tried to use him personal gain, Tim downright refusing a single red cent or job from Eric in his strict philosophy not to take advantage and to achieve his goals by his own merits. Tim was grateful for his friends’ thoughtfulness, but still found himself out of sorts at the party among the great and the good, regarding the stylish, sexy women flaunting their wealth with their surgically-perfected bodies and elite clothes and jewellery with secret envy, deep down wishing he could be just like them.

Eric could see how glum Tim was and endeavoured to cheer him up, recounting their old habit of making bets with each other. With 12 AM and January 1st approaching, Eric thought of a wager; they would each guess for how many seconds fireworks would go off after the Times Square ball dropped and whoever was closest would win. Intrigued, Tim agreed and asked what the loser would be required to do. Eric considered his pal and thought that it shouldn’t involve money or anything that could put his job at risk. Seeing a used bottle of champagne in an ice bucket gave Eric an idea; forfeits at high school parties often involved chugging, shotguns and kegstands, so why not revisit an old classic, albeit far more upscale. Tim erred for a little while as he considered having to down an entire bottle of champagne; he didn’t particularly like wine and wasn’t the best at chugging fizzy drinks, but to that matter neither was Eric. Eric however had much more trouble and would often end up hilariously sputtering; a sight Tim wished to see once again, and so he accepted the challenge, the best friends shaking on it.

Eric went in search of a bottle of champagne, searching fruitlessly till a guest he did not remember inviting, a dark sophisticated woman with a mysterious air about her offered him a bottle of the Milberry brand, which Eric readily accepted with thanks. Little did he know the woman was indeed mystical, a sorceress who loved to cause mischief and had placed a special charm upon the bottle to transform the drinker into their heart’s desire. She had entered the party on a whim and reading the attendees’ auras, she found Tim needed a little pick-me-up, so decided to have a little fun and help him out. The witch heard the pals make their bets and as the seconds to 20XX+1 counted down, NYC erupted in applause and Auld Lang Syne, the ball dropped and fireworks erupted brilliantly into the night sky, the enchantress used a little of her magic to make sure the fireworks would end exactly when Eric bet they would. Though annoyed at his loss and seeing it as an omen to more tragedy in his future, Tim reluctantly grabbed the bottle of Milberry Champagne after Eric ceremoniously popped the cork over his balcony and began to chug. He was expecting the bubbly Brut to be hard to swallow but found the bubbles soothed his mouth and throat, allowing Tim to easily ingest the liquid. Taste-wise it was the most delectable drink he had ever tasted; Tim couldn’t get enough and as Eric stared on in awe, his friend effortlessly downed the entire bottle in less than 10 seconds.

Eric congratulated Tim on his performance, but he was not aware of it, as time seemed to slow down to stillness and the world around him faded away. What Tim would perceive as lasting roughly a minute would occur instantaneously to the witch and not at all to the rest of the world. First, he felt the champagne’s bubbles fizzing in his stomach and then spreading throughout his body, all the way to his extremities, his flesh too bubbling just like the expensive wine. Strangely though, it did not hurt, although it did tickle somewhat. Even his clothes bubbled, joining in the transformative foray. Instinctively, thanks to the magic souring through him, Tim was aware of what was happening and was elated with the fact, relishing each new asset he saw gradually developing. Amongst the effervescence Tim could feel his hair follicles across his body below the scalp evaporating, setting the stage for his skin to smoothen from a lifetime of moisturising and darken from hours spent sun-lounging by pools and on tanning beds to create the perfect crispen brown hue. Nerves rearranged, followed by bones shifting, shrinking and growing, the flesh rapidly following suit, causing digits, limbs, shoulders and waistlines to slender as hips, rear and chest expanded, making his height shrink by just under a foot. His face swapped sex, as did his receding genitalia, creating a female version of Tim. The body became naturally curvaceous and healthy, aging and showing wrinkles that were immediately eliminated as surgeries and procedures were instantly performed on him, implants and injections enhancing her curves and facial features. The short dark brown hair melted and caught the sheen of quicksilver as it poured down her back, leaving her hair long and silver like shimmering chrome.

Tim’s shirt, pants, underwear and smart shoes from a big box retailor fizzed away, shrank and hardened, too becoming like running mercury to form gleaming silver stiletto platform heels, the smallest of G-strings, a skimpy diamond-encrusted minidress which amplified her already bountiful cleavage, and a surplus of diamond-encrusted platinum jewellery to show just how wealthy this new Tim was, consisting of a surplus of bracelets, rings, an elegant chain choker, and huge glimmering chandelier earrings in an ornate design. Her nails grew, covered in hardened acrylic coated in shining white gloss, and seductive makeup expertly coated her face as her hair was arranged into a high ponytail. Finally, a life of new memories came flooding in, overwriting parts of Tim’s brain to remove some unnecessary memories and personality traits, but not so that she would be unaware of her transformation. Finally, a new identity cemented itself in her mind: Taloolah. The metamorphosis now complete, a shockwave of white light unregistered by all bar Taloolah and her mysterious benefactor erupted from her and traversed across the planet, instantly wiping out any traces of Tim and inserted the imprint of Taloolah’s existence on the world. For a second, Eric lost his bearings, before remembering where he was and who he was with: on his balcony with Taloolah. Together, they resumed what they’d been doing for the past couple of minutes and recommenced making out.

Tim would have been shocked to have been making out with his male bestie, but for Taloolah this was a completely normal occurrence between her and one of her friends. The foxy milf who looked 10 years younger than her actual age was a free spirit, never being tied down and sleeping with whomever she felt like in her always-expanding friends with benefits network, though an exclusive network reserved for only the most attractive guys and girls. Although coming from money, the heiress knew exactly how to use it to make more, creating her own stockpile of wealth through a slew of luxury property deals. Free from the constraints of low income, Taloolah did whatever she wanted and lived in the moment, in this particular moment choosing to spend NYE with one of her oldest and most favourite fuck-buddies. Unless she felt like ‘slumming it’, everything in her life was the highest of class, from her decadent jewellery, scanty wardrobe, and even the Milberry Champagne she so loved to drink, supporting the brand she had an affinity for wholeheartedly. As she and Eric made their way to his bedroom to elevate matters, Taloolah noticed an alluring dark-haired woman smiling at them, seeming to see directly into Taloolah. The silver-fox knew by instinct that her brilliant life was due to this woman’s influence, and so after telling Eric to head inside and get ready for her, Taloolah headed to the mischievous magician. She would have her fun with Eric, but first she needed to show her gratitude to her mysterious benefactor…

Description
Heya'll, here's a request from DarkKing1996 which I've saved releasing till now for obvious reasons :3

On NYE, a poor guy ends up being transformed into a wealthy bimbo MILF socialite after drinking a certain brand of champagne

Thank you all for an amazing year, and I hope the next one proves fabulous for you all! ^.^

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

As another year was coming to an end, Tim sighed as he reflected on another year wasted. With no significant other, stuck in a dead-end job which barely allowed him to pay rent, no prospects despite his best efforts, and an ever-growing sense of gender dysphoria whenever he saw an attractive woman, the plain-looking young man had little to look forward to in 20XX. It was only by the generosity of an old friend that he was now in such high class surroundings, at a raucous swanky NYC NYE party at said friend’s pad, inundated with stars and captains of industry, leaving Tim the odd one out. Eric had invited him, being appreciative of Tim’s company for the fact that despite his wealth he was one of his high school buddies that hadn’t tried to use him personal gain, Tim downright refusing a single red cent or job from Eric in his strict philosophy not to take advantage and to achieve his goals by his own merits. Tim was grateful for his friends’ thoughtfulness, but still found himself out of sorts at the party among the great and the good, regarding the stylish, sexy women flaunting their wealth with their surgically-perfected bodies and elite clothes and jewellery with secret envy, deep down wishing he could be just like them.

Eric could see how glum Tim was and endeavoured to cheer him up, recounting their old habit of making bets with each other. With 12 AM and January 1st approaching, Eric thought of a wager; they would each guess for how many seconds fireworks would go off after the Times Square ball dropped and whoever was closest would win. Intrigued, Tim agreed and asked what the loser would be required to do. Eric considered his pal and thought that it shouldn’t involve money or anything that could put his job at risk. Seeing a used bottle of champagne in an ice bucket gave Eric an idea; forfeits at high school parties often involved chugging, shotguns and kegstands, so why not revisit an old classic, albeit far more upscale. Tim erred for a little while as he considered having to down an entire bottle of champagne; he didn’t particularly like wine and wasn’t the best at chugging fizzy drinks, but to that matter neither was Eric. Eric however had much more trouble and would often end up hilariously sputtering; a sight Tim wished to see once again, and so he accepted the challenge, the best friends shaking on it.

Eric went in search of a bottle of champagne, searching fruitlessly till a guest he did not remember inviting, a dark sophisticated woman with a mysterious air about her offered him a bottle of the Milberry brand, which Eric readily accepted with thanks. Little did he know the woman was indeed mystical, a sorceress who loved to cause mischief and had placed a special charm upon the bottle to transform the drinker into their heart’s desire. She had entered the party on a whim and reading the attendees’ auras, she found Tim needed a little pick-me-up, so decided to have a little fun and help him out. The witch heard the pals make their bets and as the seconds to 20XX+1 counted down, NYC erupted in applause and Auld Lang Syne, the ball dropped and fireworks erupted brilliantly into the night sky, the enchantress used a little of her magic to make sure the fireworks would end exactly when Eric bet they would. Though annoyed at his loss and seeing it as an omen to more tragedy in his future, Tim reluctantly grabbed the bottle of Milberry Champagne after Eric ceremoniously popped the cork over his balcony and began to chug. He was expecting the bubbly Brut to be hard to swallow but found the bubbles soothed his mouth and throat, allowing Tim to easily ingest the liquid. Taste-wise it was the most delectable drink he had ever tasted; Tim couldn’t get enough and as Eric stared on in awe, his friend effortlessly downed the entire bottle in less than 10 seconds.

Eric congratulated Tim on his performance, but he was not aware of it, as time seemed to slow down to stillness and the world around him faded away. What Tim would perceive as lasting roughly a minute would occur instantaneously to the witch and not at all to the rest of the world. First, he felt the champagne’s bubbles fizzing in his stomach and then spreading throughout his body, all the way to his extremities, his flesh too bubbling just like the expensive wine. Strangely though, it did not hurt, although it did tickle somewhat. Even his clothes bubbled, joining in the transformative foray. Instinctively, thanks to the magic souring through him, Tim was aware of what was happening and was elated with the fact, relishing each new asset he saw gradually developing. Amongst the effervescence Tim could feel his hair follicles across his body below the scalp evaporating, setting the stage for his skin to smoothen from a lifetime of moisturising and darken from hours spent sun-lounging by pools and on tanning beds to create the perfect crispen brown hue. Nerves rearranged, followed by bones shifting, shrinking and growing, the flesh rapidly following suit, causing digits, limbs, shoulders and waistlines to slender as hips, rear and chest expanded, making his height shrink by just under a foot. His face swapped sex, as did his receding genitalia, creating a female version of Tim. The body became naturally curvaceous and healthy, aging and showing wrinkles that were immediately eliminated as surgeries and procedures were instantly performed on him, implants and injections enhancing her curves and facial features. The short dark brown hair melted and caught the sheen of quicksilver as it poured down her back, leaving her hair long and silver like shimmering chrome.

Tim’s shirt, pants, underwear and smart shoes from a big box retailor fizzed away, shrank and hardened, too becoming like running mercury to form gleaming silver stiletto platform heels, the smallest of G-strings, a skimpy diamond-encrusted minidress which amplified her already bountiful cleavage, and a surplus of diamond-encrusted platinum jewellery to show just how wealthy this new Tim was, consisting of a surplus of bracelets, rings, an elegant chain choker, and huge glimmering chandelier earrings in an ornate design. Her nails grew, covered in hardened acrylic coated in shining white gloss, and seductive makeup expertly coated her face as her hair was arranged into a high ponytail. Finally, a life of new memories came flooding in, overwriting parts of Tim’s brain to remove some unnecessary memories and personality traits, but not so that she would be unaware of her transformation. Finally, a new identity cemented itself in her mind: Taloolah. The metamorphosis now complete, a shockwave of white light unregistered by all bar Taloolah and her mysterious benefactor erupted from her and traversed across the planet, instantly wiping out any traces of Tim and inserted the imprint of Taloolah’s existence on the world. For a second, Eric lost his bearings, before remembering where he was and who he was with: on his balcony with Taloolah. Together, they resumed what they’d been doing for the past couple of minutes and recommenced making out.

Tim would have been shocked to have been making out with his male bestie, but for Taloolah this was a completely normal occurrence between her and one of her friends. The foxy milf who looked 10 years younger than her actual age was a free spirit, never being tied down and sleeping with whomever she felt like in her always-expanding friends with benefits network, though an exclusive network reserved for only the most attractive guys and girls. Although coming from money, the heiress knew exactly how to use it to make more, creating her own stockpile of wealth through a slew of luxury property deals. Free from the constraints of low income, Taloolah did whatever she wanted and lived in the moment, in this particular moment choosing to spend NYE with one of her oldest and most favourite fuck-buddies. Unless she felt like ‘slumming it’, everything in her life was the highest of class, from her decadent jewellery, scanty wardrobe, and even the Milberry Champagne she so loved to drink, supporting the brand she had an affinity for wholeheartedly. As she and Eric made their way to his bedroom to elevate matters, Taloolah noticed an alluring dark-haired woman smiling at them, seeming to see directly into Taloolah. The silver-fox knew by instinct that her brilliant life was due to this woman’s influence, and so after telling Eric to head inside and get ready for her, Taloolah headed to the mischievous magician. She would have her fun with Eric, but first she needed to show her gratitude to her mysterious benefactor…