game store (18+)

all characters are 18+

My phone keeps turning on and off (once my phone turns on, a few minutes later it turns off again)

My money was stolen, causing me to be a little depressed (my cellphone is already broken, I've been hit by another theft disaster)

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That morning. The fresh air of Kyoto city. Japan. felt sticky and heavy, like a promise that was never fulfilled. Owen grumbled, shaking his black shirt that was already wet with sweat

“I swear, if it weren't for the game discounts in a very big country. I wouldn't go abroad and I would just play games at home” said Owen while glancing at Caleb who was walking near him with light steps.

Caleb, as usual, looked more relaxed. His slightly long hair was tied back, sunglasses perched on his nose, hiding his intelligent eyes

“Gosh, so dramatic. This is just a trip abroad. Besides, you promised me to help you choose a new RPG”

The two of them had been close friends since junior high school. Two different but complementary personalities, Owen who is impulsive and passionate about underground art and music, and Caleb who is logical, calm, and always an anchor for Owen

They passed rows of closed shophouses, narrow alleys that smelled of garbage and cooking, and occasionally passed by a roaring motorbike breaking the silence. The street, which was usually busy during the day, felt quiet and deserted. Maybe because it was a national holiday, or maybe because the weather was indeed unfriendly.

“Are you sure we’re not going the wrong way?” Owen asked again, this time his tone of voice a little anxious. He felt there was a strange aura on this street, something unusual. The wind was blowing harder than usual, carrying a strange scent, a mixture of wilted jasmine flowers and the smell of metal.

Caleb took out his cellphone, checking the map

“That’s right. Here, we’ll be there soon. Are you paranoid because you watched a horror movie last night?”

Owen was about to reply, but suddenly his body felt like it was throbbing violently. The world around him began to spin, colors became blurry, and sounds disappeared. He felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if his bones were being restructured, his muscles were being pulled, and his skin felt like it was burning. His breath hitched, he tried to scream, but his voice only came out as a muffled groan.

"Owen? What's wrong with you?" Caleb's voice sounded distant, distorted, as if it came from another dimension.

Owen's vision blurred, he saw a bright white light embracing him, followed by a strange sensation in his chest, stomach, and... between his legs. The intense pain was indescribable, but strangely, there was another sensation that came after it. a light, soft, and foreign sensation.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The pain disappeared, the light dimmed. Owen felt his breath come out in a sob, his body shaking violently. He opened his eyes slowly. His eyes caught Caleb's figure in front of him, who now seemed frozen with an expression of incredible shock.

"O... Owen?!" Caleb stuttered, his voice rising several octaves. His hand rose, pointing at Owen with a trembling finger.

Owen was confused. Why did Caleb react like that? He looked down at his own body. And that was when Owen's world came crashing down.

His oversized shirt now hung loosely on a much smaller, slimmer body. His chest felt dreamy. He felt a soft mold that had never been there before. His hands, usually rough with scars from playing lead guitar, now felt softer, his fingers slimmer, and his nails decorated with clear polish. His legs, usually muscular, now looked long and proportionate. And his pants... his ripped jeans looked too big, but strangely, they fit in a place he never expected them to.

Owen touched his own face. His cheeks felt smoother, his chin more pointed. He felt the hair that had been short and messy now grow long, falling over his shoulders. It was no longer his usual hair, but jet black hair that was straight and shiny, like silk.

His brain tried to process the incoming information, but he couldn't. This wasn't him. This... who was this? Panic struck. He wanted to scream, but the sound that came out was shrill, soft, and feminine. Not his voice.

“Caleb… this… what is this?!” The voice, the woman’s voice, was Owen’s, but it wasn’t his. There was a deep confusion in it.

Caleb stepped back, his face pale.

“Oh my… Owen… yo….. you became a girl?!” He opened his eyes several times, as if to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Owen stared at Caleb in horror

“I… I don’t know! I don’t understand! This… this has to be a dream! Wake me up, Caleb! Wake me up!” He pinched his own arm, but the pain was real

“This isn’t a dream, Owen!” Caleb gripped Owen’s shoulder, which now felt smaller under his palm

“There was… a light. Then yo…. you changed”

Reality hit Owen hard. I wasn’t dreaming. He really was becoming a girl. He looked around, trying to find a mirror or a reflection. No. But he could feel it, and Caleb was the proof.

“I… I can’t do this!” Owen whispered in panic

“I’m Owen. I’m a real man. I… what should I do?” Tears began to well up in his eyes, which now felt bigger and more supple.

Caleb stared at Owen in confusion

“We have to hide first,” Caleb said, his voice calmer now, although there was still a tremor in it

“The streets are quiet, but if anyone sees… it could be chaos”

They looked around. Right nearby, there was a narrow alley that led to an old building that seemed to be abandoned.

And at the end of the alley, there was a rickety wooden door with a dull public toilet symbol.

“Over there,” Caleb pointed

“The toilet is quiet. We can think there”

Owen, who now felt his body was foreign and vulnerable, could only nod in resignation. He followed Caleb, his steps feeling awkward with this new body. Every movement felt strange, every touch of clothing on his skin felt different.

They entered the dark and damp toilet. The stench of urine hit his nose, but at least it was a closed place. Caleb locked the door from the inside, making sure no one could get in.

Their reflections were dimly reflected in the worn mirror above the cracked sink. And there, Owen saw her: a beautiful girl with long black hair, round, frightened eyes, and thin, trembling lips.

“Who… who is this?” Owen whispered, his hand reaching up to touch his pants in the mirror.

Caleb came closer, standing there. He stared at the reflection, then at Owen

“Your name… what is it? If it’s not Owen anymore.”

Owen was silent for a moment. His mind went blank. Then, a name came to mind, out of nowhere. A foreign name, but it felt so right on his new tongue

“Mizuki,” he whispered

“Call me Mizuki”

Caleb stared at Mizuki intently. There was doubt, but also a burning curiosity

“Mizuki… Okay, Mizuki.” Her tone changed, a hint of formality mixed with warmth

They stood in a long silence, only the sound of Mizuki's pounding heart breaking the silence. A new sensation filled Mizuki's body. A strange heat spread. Not the heat of anxiety, but a deeper, more passionate heat. Her body felt so sensitive, every touch of air on her skin, every intimidation of fabric, felt so intense.

Mizuki glanced at Caleb. Her friend was still looking at her with a presence that was hard to interpret. There was a passion hidden behind the worry. Caleb, who she had always considered a 'brother', was now looking at her in a very different way. And strangely, in the midst of her panic and confusion, Mizuki felt a strange pull, an unexpected response from her new body.

"Caleb," Mizuki whispered, her voice hoarse. Her eyes stared intently into Caleb's. "I... I don't know what's happening. I'm scared."

Caleb reached for Mizuki's hand. His warm, strong fingers gripped her cold, slender one. The touch sent shockwaves through Mizuki's body. The sensation was new, surprising, but not unpleasant.

“I know,” Caleb said, his voice low and deep. “I’m scared too, Mizuki. But… but we’re here, the two of us.”

Silence fell upon them again, but this time it was filled with thick tension. The air in the old toilet felt heavy, filled with confusing emotions. Fear mixed with confusion, and beneath it, a primal pull that couldn’t be avoided.

Mizuki unconsciously moved closer to Caleb. She felt so fragile, so vulnerable, and he was the only one in the chaos. Her new body seemed to react on its own, seeking comfort, seeking touch.

“I… I don’t understand why this is happening,” Mizuki said, her voice shaking. “But… I feel weird, Caleb. My body is weird.”

Caleb traced her entire body, from head to toe. Then, his eyes returned to hers. There was doubt, but also determination. “I know,” he whispered. He stepped closer, until the distance between them was gone.

Caleb’s scent. a mix of masculine body wash, a faint hint of sweetness, and the scent of sweat. filled Mizuki's senses. Her breath hitched as Caleb reached out, hesitantly, and touched Mizuki's smooth cheek. The touch was like a spark that ignited something hidden inside Mizuki. A new passion, one she had never felt before.

"What are we going to do, Caleb?" Mizuki asked, her voice barely audible. She didn't know if it was a question of their situation, or a question of the tension that was now burning between them.

Caleb didn't answer. He just stared at Mizuki, his eyes full of longing. His fingers gently caressed Mizuki's cheek, then down her jaw, and stopped at her elbow.

“Mizuki,” Caleb whispered, his voice hoarse. “I… I don’t know why this happened. But… I wanted to make sure you were okay.” And with that, he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss started out soft, hesitant, as if Caleb was afraid she would disappear. But when she returned it with surprising intensity, the kiss grew deeper, more heated. Mizuki closed her eyes, letting herself drown in this new sensation. Caleb’s lips were soft yet demanding, and his touch stirred something primal inside her.

Her body responded in detail. Mizuki felt a strange need in her stomach, and goosebumps crawled all over her skin. She held him tightly, finding her footing in this ecosystem of emotions and sensations. Caleb wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together perfectly. Mizuki could feel the hardness of Caleb’s muscles pressing against the new softness of her body, a stunning contrast.

Caleb broke the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in short gasps. His eyes stared at her with uncontrollable passion.

“Mizuki… are… are you sure?” he asked, his voice a whisper. There was fear in her, fear of hurting Mizuki, fear of going beyond the limits she shouldn't have

Mizuki didn't answer with words. She just nodded, the new look in her eyes filled with longing and deep desire. A strong, inexplicable urge, pushed her to give in to this sensation, to explore the new limits of her body and her feelings. This was her way of feeling that she still existed

Caleb understood. He lifted Mizuki onto his lap, pushing her to sit on the dry sink. Mizuki wrapped her legs around Caleb's waist, letting her new body adjust to the touch and the passion that flowed. Moans began to escape Mizuki's lips as Caleb kissed her gently, his hands impatiently exploring Mizuki's back, while his left hand moved slowly down, finding new, rounded molds on her chest.

The touch made Mizuki tense. The sensation… so new, so intense, almost painful but also intoxicating. A long sigh escaped Mizuki as Caleb began to gently massage her breasts. Mizuki buried her face between Caleb's neck and shoulder, letting the sensation fill her.

“Caleb…” Mizuki panted, her voice low and passionate.

Caleb took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, as if trying to hold himself back. But the passion in his eyes was too strong to contain. He unbuttoned Owen’s shirt, now Mizuki, and lifted it up. The shirt slid down, revealing Mizuki’s completely naked upper body. Her body was slender, her skin was ivory, and the shape of her newly formed breasts felt so right in his hands.

Caleb stared at Mizuki in wonder, as if he were looking at a work of art that had just been revealed. He touched Mizuki’s skin with his frozen, soft tips, feeling the softness and warmth that radiated.

“You… you’re so beautiful, Mizuki,” Caleb whispered, his voice sincere.

The compliment, even from his best friend, felt strange yet pleasurable to Mizuki. A foreign warmth enveloped his heart, an acceptance of his new form. He let Caleb touch him, let him explore every inch of his body.

Caleb slowly untied Mizuki’s hair, letting her black hair fall down her back and shoulders. He kissed Mizuki’s lips again, deeper this time, more demanding. Mizuki responded with equal intensity, wrapping her arms around Caleb’s hair, pulling him closer.

The air in the bathroom grew hotter, filled with moans and sighs. Clothes floated to the wet floor one by one. Caleb’s jeans and Mizuki’s oversized pants now sat in the corner. Their naked bodies rubbed together, skin against skin, arousing an unbreakable passion.

Mizuki felt like she was outside herself, watching her new body react in ways she never expected. Every touch from Caleb, every kiss, every smack, sent waves of intoxicating pleasure through her. Caleb was her anchor, the only thing real amidst the chaos.

Caleb laid Mizuki down on the cold bathroom floor, but Mizuki’s body was too hot to feel it. He cupped her face, kissing every inch of it, from her forehead to her waist, then down to her chest. Mizuki arched her back, her arms wrapping around Caleb’s neck tightly.

“Caleb… I… I need you,” Mizuki whispered, her voice barely audible, a plea that came from the depths of her heart and a new instinct in her body.

Caleb paused, his eyes staring into Mizuki's. There was a final hesitation there, but Mizuki nodded, giving her silent permission.

With one gentle push, Caleb pressed their bodies together. The sensation… Mizuki gasped.

Mizuki gripped Caleb's shoulders tightly, burying her face in his neck, moaning as he moved. Every thrust was a new discovery, every touch an awakening of sensations she had never felt before. In the darkness and humidity of the toilet, amidst the stench of urine and the deafening silence, Owen, or now Mizuki, found himself in his best friend's arms, in an experience that changed everything.

Their passion grew, filling every corner of the toilet. Mizuki's moans and Caleb's sighs filled the room. This wasn't just a physical act, it was an emotional release, a way to accept this crazy new reality, to find comfort in the unimaginable chaos.

Finally, they both reached their peaks together, an all-consuming explosion of pleasure. Caleb collapsed on top of Mizuki, his breath coming in short gasps, while Mizuki felt his body shaking, the pleasurable throbbing still felt between her legs. They lay still, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Slowly, Caleb lifted himself up, but didn't let go of her embrace. He looked down at Mizuki, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion, arousal, and deep concern.

"Mizuki," Caleb whispered, his fingers running through Mizuki's sweat-drenched hair

"What...what just happened?"

Mizuki could only whisper softly. She had no answer. Her body felt tired but also strangely satisfied.

Then they fell asleep later. The next day Mizuki had a Japanese school girl's outfit