Call Me .....

I hope it won't be hidden by Patreon again like my other story.

To make it easier for Google Translate to translate it from my native language into English, I divided this story into five parts. After translating each part, I compiled them together (so that the story doesn't break up or get destroyed too much from the original story I made)

This part took quite a while.

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That morning, the Korean air felt less harsh. The sun was still fresh, peeking out from behind the tall buildings, and a cool breeze occasionally touched Mason and Marcus's faces as they walked to the office. It had been their routine for the past five years. Light conversation about new projects at the office, new movies, and of course, the classic complaints about traffic jams soundtracked their morning commute.

They were foreign workers living in Korea. They were paid quite well, so they had to stay there temporarily.

Mason, with his steady strides, turned to Marcus, who was engrossed in his phone. Marcus, as usual, looked relaxed, his shirt tucked in and his hair slightly messy. They were now standing on the side of the road, waiting for the red light at a busy intersection to turn green. Car horns could be heard, but at that intersection, the morning still felt quite calm.

"What's that notification, bro?" Mason asked, glancing at Marcus's phone screen, which suddenly emitted a strange light, brighter than usual.

Marcus looked up, his brow furrowed.

"Eh, I don't know. It just suddenly appeared. What is this writing? It looks like... ancient Korean script?"

A mysterious notification appeared on his phone screen. It wasn't a contact from a familiar app, not from anywhere. Just a line of unfamiliar characters glowing silver, forming a sentence he didn't understand, but it felt like a call. Without thinking, Marcus touched the notification.

And then, the world seemed to stop spinning for Mason.

An invisible wave of energy erupted from Marcus' phone, securing his body. Marcus coughed. His phone fell, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Mason... me... what's wrong with me?" His voice began to sound strange, a little higher, more melodious.

Mason watched in horror and disbelief. Before him, Marcus's body began to change. His once-straight posture slowly shrank, his bones seemingly merging and fusing together. The muscles in his arms disappeared, replaced by a leaner, smoother shape. His defined face, with its masculine jawline, softened into a perfect oval. His nose narrowed, the edges thickening to a rich ruby red, and his eyelids widened, exuding the charm of a beautiful Asian woman. His short hair grew longer at a frightening rate. Jet black and shiny, flowing past her shoulders, down to shoulder length, then below her bust.

Her clothes also transformed. Marcus's office shirt slowly softened, turning jet black and flowing gracefully into a satin blouse with an elegant V-neck. Her work trousers shrank and gathered into a tight, plaid miniskirt that perfectly hugged her new hips. Her dress shoes lengthened and gleamed, transforming into sleek black high heels that exuded both professionalism and allure. A bag appeared in her hand.

In a matter of seconds, in the middle of the bustling intersection, Marcus had disappeared. In his place stood a beautiful and graceful Korean office girl.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fear. She raised one of her now-small hands and touched her long, unfamiliar hair, trembling. Her breathing became more rapid.

Mason was silent, his mouth slightly open. He blinked, trying to process what had just happened. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Marcus... had become a woman. An extraordinarily beautiful woman.

"Mason... I-I..." the woman's voice trembled, unfamiliar to her own ears. She tried to say Mason's name, but all that came out was a panicked whisper.

"This can't be... this can't be..."

Several pairs of eyes around them began to glance over, curious at the sight of an American man frozen in front of a beautiful, confused Korean woman. Mason realized they had to get out of there immediately.

"We have to go in. Now." Mason grabbed the woman's slender arm, feeling the warmth of her soft skin. H3 was still in shock. But the instinct to protect her friend (or whoever she was now) took over.

"Let's go to the restroom in the office. It's quiet there."

The woman, still frightened by the drastic changes to her body, nodded resignedly. Every step in the unfamiliar high heels felt like walking on broken glass. Mason led her across the street, slipping into the still-deserted office building. They took the elevator to the third floor, heading to their quiet office.

The office door closed behind them with a soft click, locking them both inside.

The girl immediately moved to the mirror in their office and stared at her reflection. The girl, or rather, Marcus, saw his own reflection.

Mason stood behind her, his heart pounding. He saw his own reflection in the mirror, standing behind the strange woman who used to be his best friend. His head was spinning.

"This... this is crazy," Mason whispered, his voice hoarse.

"How could this happen? Marcus... you... you've really changed."

The girl turned around, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

"I don't know, Mason. I don't know. I..." Her paused, swallowing hard.

The office, which should have been large, was now cramped, the walls closing in. The physical tension of this unusual situation was building between them. The faint floral scent of perfume that somehow clung to the girl's body filled the air, intoxicating Mason. He looked down at the girl's curves, so sensual in her office attire. A heaving chest, beautifully curved hips, long legs ending in high heels that radiated charm. This was the body of a complete woman.

Mason approached, his hand raised hesitantly.

"Are you... okay?" he asked concernedly.

"I..."

"I don't know. I... I'm scared." The girl took a deep breath, then said.

Mason wasn't thinking. Or maybe. He was thinking too much, and all those thoughts came down to one thing: the need for sex. He embraced the girl, pulling her into his embrace. Her body felt so soft, so snug in his embrace. The scent of her perfume was stronger now, intoxicating. Mason could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his chest, and the girl's racing beneath his palm on her back.

The girl stiffened at first, surprised by Mason's touch. But the warmth of the embrace, the sudden sense of security that enveloped her amidst the confusion of her identity, made her lean back. She let her head fall onto his chest, feeling the strength of his strong muscles. It made her uncontrollably aroused.

Mason held the girl's long, soft hair, which felt like silk. His large hands supported her back, then moved down to her slender waist. The sensation, the touch of skin beneath the fabric, was so intense. His brain screamed for him to stop. She struggled to think rationally about this, but her body refused. An unexpected desire, one she never expected to experience for Marcus, now gripped her with the force of a hurricane.

The girl, now beginning to feel the effects of the female hormones flooding her body, felt confused. Surprised. But something pulled her. Something new and thrilling. Mason's touch made her body tremble. She lifted her head slightly, looking at him. Their eyes met. The fire in his eyes seemed to spread to her.

"Marcus..." Mason whispered, his voice hoarse.

Mason didn't wait any longer. He leaned in, his lips finding hers. The first kiss was hesitant, filled with confusion and surprise. But as time passed, it turned into something deeper, more urgent. His tongue explored, demanding, and the girl, with newfound instinct, reciprocated. A strange rumbling arose in her stomach, and heat began to spread throughout her new body.

Mason's hand crept behind her back, searching for the zipper of her blouse. With a slightly awkward movement, he pulled it down. The silk blouse slipped down, revealing a black lace bra and cleavage that now felt incredibly full and sensitive. The girl gasped, but didn't resist. Instead, she tilted her head back slightly, making things easier for Mason.

Mason pulled the blouse off, setting it on the floor. Then, his lips traveled down her slender neck, down her shoulders, and finally touched the white skin of her chest. The girl gripped his shirt, her breath coming in short gasps. Something wild and primitive began to awaken within her, in her new body.

"Mason..." she breathed.

Mason kissed her again, deeper, until the edge of consciousness faded. His hands now reached down, unbuttoning her pencil skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing her black lace panties. Her newly acquired long legs and smooth thighs felt so new, so vulnerable, yet so tempting.

She was now completely topless, wearing only her bra and panties. She leaned her back against the cool ceramic wall, while Mason pinned her between himself and the wall. His breath felt hot on her skin. The sensation was overwhelming.

He slowly pulled down her panties, revealing the most intimate part of her new body. A muffled moan escaped her lips. This was too much, too fast, but her own body was responding in a way she couldn't control. This new desire, the joy of bodily functions she had never felt before, was a flood of pleasure she couldn't resist.

Mason knelt down, looking up at her. His eyes darkened with pure desire. He no longer saw Marcus, but a woman so enchanting, so vulnerable, and who now desired him too. He kissed her inner thigh, feeling the smooth, warm skin. His fingers touched her most sensitive area, and she jumped, arching her back.

"Mason!" she breathed. The name was like an electric shock.

The kiss deepened, the touch grew bolder. The tension that had been building between them for the past few minutes finally reached its peak. Inside the deserted office building,

Mason undressed himself, impatient. He lifted her high, her legs wrapped around his waist.

She held him still, her nails digging into his shoulders as he entered her. A long moan escaped their lips. Pain. Surprise. But also incredible ecstasy flooded her. He felt her body tremble from head to toe. The sensation was new and intense.

"This... this is crazy," Mason whispered in her ear. His hip movements were steady and deep.

"I know," she replied, her voice choked. She closed her eyes, letting her body arch and follow his rhythm, immersing herself in the intoxicating sensation.

In the quiet office, they both lost themselves in a storm of passion, forgetting the world outside. When the passion subsided, leaving them breathless and sweating, the girl lay on Mason's chest, her heart still pounding.

Mason stroked her hair gently.

"What... what's your name now?" Mason whispered.

"I can't call you Marcus anymore."

The girl paused for a moment, staring at the white ceiling. A name appeared in her mind, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Haeryn," she whispered. Her voice was soft yet sure.

"Call me Haeryn."