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Whitewood: Gamechangers
🕑 Added 2022-10-28 13:00:13 +0000 UTC"Yeah yeah, get your looks in, you perverted asshole. Get ready for, uh, momma to whoop your ass! Hope you like tits!" Deandre hissed in his new, accented voice. The former African American turned Asian girl plopped in his favorite basketball game and settled down on the couch, ready to teach his 'friend' a lesson.
"Dude, not cool!" Was all Jamonte could say, dreading the fact that his best friend that now looked like his dream girl was probably right. This was not fair to either of them! How were they supposed to know that magic was real, and that the chick at the weird shop had tricked them! He didn't want to be some big titty, thicc little bimbo of a white girl!
Earlier in the day the two friends had gone cruising around Whitewood's local shopping center and had stumbled across a rather eccentric looking shop called 'The Third Wish'. It was filled with all sort of knick-knacks from geeky toys and items to clothing of all sorts, to even some more exotic thing like hand crafted jewelry and pottery. It also sold things like video games and game consoles, and for a heck of a lot cheaper than the local Gamer's Stop did! To get a new X-Station and the latest games for a hundred bucks? What an absolute steal! Especially since Jamonte's X-Station had busted.
"Oh, now THAT'S a special item!" The cashier, Ursula, had said when the boys had brought the console and a selection of games up to the counter to pay. She was leggy, tall, with green hair that glittered in the low light of the store as it hung down to the small of her back in a thick, luscious waterfall, "This X-Station is enchanted! Whenever you're playing against another player, the loser becomes the winner's dream girl!"
"Yeah cool, so it's, like, still a hundred right?" Deandre didn't care about whatever new age hipster crap this lady was clearly trying to pull (the store alone tipped off the admittingly hot chick's gimmick).
"Absolutely! Can I ring you gentlemen up?" Ursula replied with a knowing smile as she scanned the X-Station's barcode and rang up the sale. A few minutes later the two men walked out of the store and into Jamonte's car, smiles on both of their faces as they headed back to their shared apartment. Hooking the console up was no more difficult than any other electronic device, and within half an hour (and a quick dinner), the two were ready to start playing against each other in an evening of friendly, digital competition.
The first game was a round of the epic sci-fi shooter, Space Ring. It was Jamonte's favorite game, so he was naturally better at in than the more sports-game inclined Deandre (who still managed to win three rounds to his friend's seven). But the final headshot from Jamonte's sniper rifle sealed Deandre's fate.
"BOOM!" Jamonte laughed, leaning back into the couch, "Man, you suck! Ha, maybe that green haired chick was right and it'll turn you into a girl! You totally played... like...one..." His trash talk trailed off as he looked over at Deandre, expecting to see his friend but instead there was a super hot Asian girl sitting there!
"OH MY GOD!" Deandre screamed, dropping the controller out of his now tiny hands and staring down at his new body. He had boobs! And hips! And...and his voice! And everything looked a little bigger! There was a pile of hair under his headset instead of his sports-friendly buzzcut!
"DUDE! WHAT THE HELL!?" The two men freaked out as Deandre ran into the bathroom, locking the door for a entire hour before finally emerging, his new and very cute face scrunched in anger as he...she glared at Jamonte.
"I swear you're gonna pay for this! And then when you've got a pair of your own hanging off your chest, we'll take that damn console back and have that Ursula chick change us back!" Deandre ejected the shooter from the console and put his basketball game in...While catching Jamonte staring at his ass. It felt...nice?
Jamonte, on the other hand, was dreading what was coming. Deandre had a taste for dumb, curvy white girls...And Deandre could be a very, very sore winner.
