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I'm going to speed up the upload schedule for a while. I've got a bunch of stuff in my backlog that's there only beacuse I've been too lazy to upload it. After I'm done, I'm hoping to get a more consistent upload schedule with Patreon early access more in sync.

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Ryan entered the PINK bar confidently. The place was infamous for its quite… specific marketing – “pseudoscientific” was the word most people used. Simply speaking, you were allowed to get an entire night of free drinks, provided that you first rolled two pink dice, which, through some technological nanite mumbo-jumbo, would turn you into a “better version of yourself”.

While most people didn’t believe it, few skeptics ever bothered to actually come and test their beliefs. Ryan, however, was different - having hunted ghosts and tested out numerous new-age magicks, all without a hint of a proof of their existence, he was determined to show himself (and others) that nothing supernatural existed in this world. What a pity that what he was about to encounter wasn’t supernatural in the slightest.

As he approached the bartender, a scantly-clad girl wearing all pink, went straight to the point and asked: “You’re here for our special, I assume?”. Her tone did not match the first impression her looks gave, it was far more domineering and confident than the incredibly bimbo-ey look suggested.

“Uh-huh”, Ryan replied meekly, “Frankly, I don’t really... buy all of this transformative bullshit. I don’t even care for the drinks, just let me roll the dice and show you that they’re nothing more than an urban legend. Preferably in front of an audience”. The bartender looked at the guy with a mixture of pity and excitement in her eyes. He really believed nothing was going to happen for him. She couldn’t wait to prove him wrong – and in front of a crowd too!

She picked up a microphone from underneath a counter and screamed at the top of her lungs, making sure she’d get everyone’s attention “This young man has come here to prove that our dice don’t work! Do you want to see him, literally, make a fool of himself, girls!?”. In response to her words, a crowd of women gathered around the bar. All of them incredibly attractive, nearly each and every single one sporting some body enhancement that would look out of place anywhere but here.

“I hope you enjoy the attention. Here are the dice”. The bartender stated, placing two cubes with a display monitor inside of them in front of Ryan. “They’re digital to avoid any form of cheating. I hope you understand”. The man scoffed in his mind, the dice being digital would basically let the admin set any result they wanted. Thankfully, it didn’t matter, as the roll wouldn’t do anything anyway.

Ryan picked up the dice and rolled them on the counter. Upon landing, numbers 5 and 4 glowed with a deep pink neon inside of them. A few seconds passed and the man remained exactly as he was. “See, as I said, total bullshit! Haha!”. Immediately after his confident celebration, a small, pink jolt of lighting flew from the dice, right into Ryan’s chest. The energy pushed him back and lightly stunned him.

After opening his eyes after a couple of seconds, he felt different. He was lighter, everybody else was suddenly taller and something was tickling the back of his neck. “Still a skeptic?” The bartender asked, sarcastically. Ryan was not sure what she meant, until he looked down and noticed a pair of boobs hanging from his chest. His only response was only a singular “Fuck”, which only shocked him further, as he heard his brand new voice. “Okay, you win, you win! I’m leaving!”

“You aren’t going anywhere, sweetie, you still have nine transformations to go through!”.

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Description

I'm going to speed up the upload schedule for a while. I've got a bunch of stuff in my backlog that's there only beacuse I've been too lazy to upload it. After I'm done, I'm hoping to get a more consistent upload schedule with Patreon early access more in sync.

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Ryan entered the PINK bar confidently. The place was infamous for its quite… specific marketing – “pseudoscientific” was the word most people used. Simply speaking, you were allowed to get an entire night of free drinks, provided that you first rolled two pink dice, which, through some technological nanite mumbo-jumbo, would turn you into a “better version of yourself”.

While most people didn’t believe it, few skeptics ever bothered to actually come and test their beliefs. Ryan, however, was different - having hunted ghosts and tested out numerous new-age magicks, all without a hint of a proof of their existence, he was determined to show himself (and others) that nothing supernatural existed in this world. What a pity that what he was about to encounter wasn’t supernatural in the slightest.

As he approached the bartender, a scantly-clad girl wearing all pink, went straight to the point and asked: “You’re here for our special, I assume?”. Her tone did not match the first impression her looks gave, it was far more domineering and confident than the incredibly bimbo-ey look suggested.

“Uh-huh”, Ryan replied meekly, “Frankly, I don’t really... buy all of this transformative bullshit. I don’t even care for the drinks, just let me roll the dice and show you that they’re nothing more than an urban legend. Preferably in front of an audience”. The bartender looked at the guy with a mixture of pity and excitement in her eyes. He really believed nothing was going to happen for him. She couldn’t wait to prove him wrong – and in front of a crowd too!

She picked up a microphone from underneath a counter and screamed at the top of her lungs, making sure she’d get everyone’s attention “This young man has come here to prove that our dice don’t work! Do you want to see him, literally, make a fool of himself, girls!?”. In response to her words, a crowd of women gathered around the bar. All of them incredibly attractive, nearly each and every single one sporting some body enhancement that would look out of place anywhere but here.

“I hope you enjoy the attention. Here are the dice”. The bartender stated, placing two cubes with a display monitor inside of them in front of Ryan. “They’re digital to avoid any form of cheating. I hope you understand”. The man scoffed in his mind, the dice being digital would basically let the admin set any result they wanted. Thankfully, it didn’t matter, as the roll wouldn’t do anything anyway.

Ryan picked up the dice and rolled them on the counter. Upon landing, numbers 5 and 4 glowed with a deep pink neon inside of them. A few seconds passed and the man remained exactly as he was. “See, as I said, total bullshit! Haha!”. Immediately after his confident celebration, a small, pink jolt of lighting flew from the dice, right into Ryan’s chest. The energy pushed him back and lightly stunned him.

After opening his eyes after a couple of seconds, he felt different. He was lighter, everybody else was suddenly taller and something was tickling the back of his neck. “Still a skeptic?” The bartender asked, sarcastically. Ryan was not sure what she meant, until he looked down and noticed a pair of boobs hanging from his chest. His only response was only a singular “Fuck”, which only shocked him further, as he heard his brand new voice. “Okay, you win, you win! I’m leaving!”

“You aren’t going anywhere, sweetie, you still have nine transformations to go through!”.

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[Check out the rest (and more!) on Patreon]