Day 2 as Lila Hart
The Remote of Transformation
chapter 14
by
ThePanswapticon
Something soft and warm, but not his blanket, pressed against his chest. Ethan cracked one eye open. A pale mound of skin filled his vision—his own skin, now. His breast was squished against his arm, nipple flattened and tingling like it’d fallen asleep. He groaned, rolling to his back, and both of them shifted like two heavy water balloons stuck to him.
“Still rocking the rack,” Marcus’s voice cut through the haze. “Was kinda hoping you’d turn back overnight. Would’ve been less awkward if my morning wood wasn’t over my best friend’s tits.”
Ethan shot upright. The hoodie he’d crashed in slid off one shoulder, baring the top swell of his breast. He yanked it up with a sharp motion, face hot. “Dude, what the hell?”
Marcus just chuckled. Ethan swung his legs off the bed. The movement dragged his new hips across the sheets, smooth skin catching against the fabric, and he shivered. “What time is it?”
“6:35. We gotta haul ass if we’re getting the Morphisizer booth set up at the science fair before homeroom.” Marcus glanced at his phone. “Also, you got, like, bed hair. Hot bed hair, but still.”
Ethan grabbed the nearest brush, catching his reflection in the mirror. For a moment he froze. The blond waves were tangled, lips swollen from sleep, eyes big and bright like a model’s early-morning selfie. He looked like trouble. Like Lila Hart just rolled out of a frat boy’s bed.
He swallowed hard. “This is so messed up. I should’ve turned back by now.”
Marcus shrugged. “Maybe your machine’s stuck on, I dunno, Sexy Centerfold Mode. Did you try turning it off and on again?”
“You’re hilarious.” Ethan yanked the brush through his hair, wincing as his breasts jiggled with every pull. “Crap, what the hell do I even wear?”
Marcus’s grin widened. “Honestly? Anything. That body’s gonna make a hoodie look like a Victoria’s Secret ad.”
“Not helpful,” Ethan muttered, rifling through the laundry pile. His fingers brushed over a tank top, and he felt his cheeks flush just imagining how it’d cling to him now.