New Face The Remote of Transformation chapter 14 by deleted_user

Brandon slipped back into the fitting room, cheeks flushed from the rush of Tyler’s shameless staring. He locked the door, leaned against it, and let out a low, raspy chuckle that still sounded exactly like Linda.

“Whew. That poor boy looked like he was about to combust. Never got stares like that when I had a dick swinging between my legs.” He gave his tits a playful bounce in the mirror. “This body is dangerous. But… if I walk back into the apartment looking like Linda 2.0, the real Linda’s gonna lose her shit and start yelling about identity theft or some trailer-park conspiracy. Can’t have that.”

He picked up the remote. “Time for a remix.”

Brandon pointed the remote at his reflection and the remote hummed. Blue light flared again. The changes rippled through him fast and smooth.

His platinum blonde hair darkened and shifted into rich, glossy auburn waves that tumbled down past his shoulders. His face softened and reshaped—cheekbones lifting, lips plumping into a permanent pout, bright blue eyes turning a vivid emerald green. The overall look became softer, prettier, less “pissed-off bombshell” and more “girl-next-door who accidentally became a centerfold.”

His body stayed exactly as stacked as before: the same gravity-defying DDs straining the black crop top, the same tiny waist, the same shelf-like ass that made the yoga pants look obscene. Every curve remained lewd and bouncy.

Then the voice clicked in. When he spoke, the gravelly old-lady rasp was gone, replaced by a soft, breathy, slightly ditzy feminine tone that sounded like it belonged to a bubbly twenty-two-year-old.

“Oh my gawd,” he giggled, the new voice light and airy. “This is adorable.”

He turned in the mirror, auburn hair swinging, green eyes sparkling with pure Brandon mischief. The body was still pure sex but the new face made it feel fresh. Less likely to raise immediate “why do you look exactly like our landlady” questions.

“Perfect. Now I can strut home, show off these killer outfits, and watch Vince’s jaw hit the floor without causing a riot.” He gave his ass a firm slap, watching it ripple. “Mmm. Still clapping like it owes me money. This is going to be so much fun.”

Brandon changed back into his own resized male outfit (the remote made it easy), but kept the sexy black crop top and yoga pants folded neatly in the bag along with the pink sundress and a few other pieces he’d grabbed for Linda. He paid quickly—Tyler still stealing glances—and headed out to the car, swaying his hips more than necessary, enjoying the way heads turned in the mall.

As he drove back toward the apartment, the remote sitting innocently in the passenger seat, Brandon couldn’t stop smiling in his new, softer voice.

“This body is staying on for a while. The attention is chef’s kiss.”

When he got back to the apartment...