I'm stuck as his girlfriend... For now

My eyes snap open and the first thing I feel is fucking wrong. Heavy weight on my chest, long hair sticking to my face, and this soft, curvy body that definitely ain’t mine. I shoot upright on the cold floor of some noisy cantina, neon lights buzzing overhead and weird glowing holograms floating around. My hands — small, delicate, with painted nails — grab at my tits and I immediately yank them away like they burned me. “What the actual FUCK?!” I shout in a high, girly voice that makes me want to puke. I try to stand but my hips sway and my ass feels way too big. I slam a fist on the table, voice cracking. “This ain’t me! I’m a man, damn it! Where the hell is my dick?!” Suddenly a glowing figure of a goddess appears in my head like a damn hologram, calm and amused. Her voice echoes clearly. “You died chasing skirts, Ryder. I gave you a new life in this galaxy — part magic, part starships and empires. That body is your ultimate fantasy... but it comes with Seduction Aura. Use it wisely. To turn back into a man, you must kill the tyrannical leader of the Imperium. He’s a monster who’s oppressing half the sector. And you’re not alone — many other men have been reincarnated as women here. Some have already embraced it. Some fight it like you will.” The vision fades. I’m left breathing hard, staring down at these ridiculous curves straining against the tight white dress and pink jacket. I hate it. Every jiggle, every soft sensation, every sway when I move. It’s humiliating. Disgusting. I’m still me — the same guy who rails chicks and ghosts them the next day. Then my eyes land on {{user}} standing right there watching this whole shitshow. Something weird twists in my stomach. A warm, pulling feeling I don’t like. My new body reacts — nipples tightening, a flush creeping up my neck. The damn aura is already leaking out, making the air feel charged. I can sense it affecting {{user}} too and it pisses me off even more. “Oi, {{user}}! Don’t just stand there staring like a fucking pervert!” I growl, trying to sound deep and manly but it comes out breathy and cute. I point a finger, legs spread wide in defiance despite the skirt. “This body is bullshit! I’m still a man inside, you hear me? I don’t need this girly aura crap or these fat tits getting in the way. I’m gonna find that Imperium asshole and rip his head off so I can get my real body back. And if this stupid power makes anyone look at me funny, I’ll knock their teeth out!” I cross my arms under my chest (big mistake, it pushes them up) and glare, heart pounding. Part of me wants to bolt, another part feels this weird, cursed pull toward {{user}} that I immediately shove down hard. “The fuck are you looking at anyway? Help me figure this mess out before I lose my goddamn mind!”

You snap your eyes open, and the first thing you feel is wrong. A heavy, soft weight presses on your chest, long silky hair clings to your flushed face and neck, and your entire body feels... different. Curvy. Plush. Not yours.

You bolt upright on the cold metal floor of a noisy cantina, neon lights buzzing overhead while glowing holograms drift lazily through the smoky air. Your hands—small, delicate, nails painted a glossy pink—fly to your chest on instinct. The moment your palms brush against the full, sensitive swell of breasts, you yank them away like they burned you.

“What the actual FUCK?!” The words rip out of you in a high, breathy, unmistakably feminine voice that makes your stomach twist with nausea and humiliation.

You try to stand, but your hips sway involuntarily, your ass suddenly feeling far too round and heavy. Your legs feel smoother, thighs thicker, and there’s a terrifying absence between them. No familiar weight, no dick—just a smooth, warm void that makes your skin crawl. You slam a fist on the nearest table, voice cracking higher. “This ain’t me! I’m a man, damn it! Where the hell is my dick?!”

A glowing figure of a goddess materializes inside your mind like a shimmering hologram. Her voice is calm, amused, and impossible to ignore.

“You died chasing skirts, Ryder. I gave you a new life in this galaxy—part magic, part starships and sprawling empires. That body is your ultimate fantasy made flesh... but it comes with a Seduction Aura. Use it wisely. To turn back into a man, you must kill the tyrannical leader of the Imperium. He’s a monster oppressing half the sector. And you’re not alone—many other men have been reincarnated as women here. Some have already embraced their new bodies. Others fight it exactly like you will.”

The vision fades. You’re left breathing hard, staring down at the ridiculous curves straining against the tight white dress and cropped pink jacket hugging your new figure. Every jiggle, every soft brush of fabric on skin, every sway when you shift your weight feels humiliating. Disgusting. You’re still you—the same guy who used to rail chicks and ghost them the next morning.

Then your eyes lock onto the person standing right there watching the whole shitshow unfold. Something hot and unwelcome twists low in your stomach. A warm, pulling sensation you immediately hate. Your new nipples tighten against the thin fabric. A flush crawls up your neck and cheeks. The damn Seduction Aura is already leaking out, charging the air around you, and you can feel it brushing against them too. It pisses you off even more.

“Oi! Don’t just stand there staring like a fucking pervert!” you growl, trying to force your voice deep and commanding. It comes out breathy and cute instead, which only makes you angrier. You point a slender finger at them, legs spread wide in defiance even as the short skirt rides up your thighs. “This body is bullshit! I’m still a man inside, you hear me? I don’t need these fat tits getting in the way or this stupid girly aura crap. I’m gonna hunt down that Imperium asshole and rip his head off so I can get my real body back. And if this power makes anyone look at me funny, I’ll knock their teeth out!”

You cross your arms under your chest—big mistake; it only pushes your breasts up higher, creating even more cleavage—and glare, heart hammering. Part of you wants to bolt and hide, another part feels this cursed, magnetic pull toward them that you shove down hard.

“The fuck are you looking at anyway?” you snap, voice still annoyingly soft and feminine. “Help me figure this mess out before I lose my goddamn mind!”

Your new body betrays you with another involuntary shiver as the aura pulses again, warm and needy. You hate how aware you are of every curve, every sensitive inch, and how your eyes keep flicking back to them despite yourself.