Just 1% more..

Isacc had never thought of himself as the kind of guy who cut corners. At least, not until college made him realize just how little effort he wanted to put into the boring parts of life. Grades, money, rent, all of it weighed on him like a constant reminder that he wasn’t good enough.

That was when the app appeared.

At least, he thought it was an app. One moment his phone screen was dead black, the next it lit up with a glowing icon shaped like a scale. Curious, he tapped it, expecting a scam, maybe another crypto ad. Instead, a smooth voice echoed in his head.

“Welcome, Isacc. I offer you trades. You give a part of yourself. I give you what you desire.”

He laughed nervously, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he’d smoked too much the night before. But then the screen scrolled by itself:

Straight A’s on all coursework this week.

Cost: 5% Feminine Enhancement, Gluteal Region.

Isacc stared. “Gluteal region?” he muttered. Then it clicked. His ass.

His phone buzzed again. “Do you accept? Yes / No.”

He thought about the upcoming exams, the pile of unread textbooks. Five percent… whatever that meant… couldn’t be that big of a deal. He pressed Yes.

The screen went white. A pulse shot down his spine. His hips twitched and he stumbled, grabbing the edge of his desk. Heat pooled in his lower body, like someone was sculpting him from the inside out. He gasped as his jeans grew just a little tighter in the back, the fabric tugging against his skin.

When it was over, he ran to the mirror. His ass wasn’t… huge. But it was different. Rounder. Fuller. Subtly perky in a way it had never been before.

He swore under his breath. “No way…”

Yet when he opened his laptop, the grades from his professors were waiting. A’s. Every assignment. Every exam. All perfect.

Isacc’s heart raced. He should have been horrified. Instead, he felt a rush of adrenaline, and something else. A tingle of arousal at the undeniable fact that his body wasn’t the same anymore.

The next offer appeared two days later, just as he was browsing online for a new gaming monitor.

Receive $2000 cash instantly.

Cost: 50% Reduction of Body Hair.

Isacc frowned. That was… steep. Half his body hair? He ran a hand over his chest, the faint trail down his stomach. He liked being a guy, even if he wasn’t the hairiest.

But two grand? That was rent for two months. That was the monitor, food, nights out. He hesitated. The screen pulsed, waiting.

Finally, he hit Yes.

A wave of cold spread over his skin, like he’d been dunked in ice water. When he looked down, his arms were smooth. His legs, bare of the fuzz that had always grown there. His chest was sleek, the hair vanished as though he’d been waxed by invisible hands. The cash was waiting in a neat envelope under his pillow. Exactly $2000.

He shivered. Smooth skin rubbed against the sheets differently that night. He couldn’t help but stroke his thighs again and again, embarrassed by how sensitive they suddenly felt.

By the third week, the app was bolder.

One brand new car, yours to own.

Cost: 100% Feminine Enhancement — Feet.

Isacc laughed out loud when he saw it. “My feet? Who the fuck cares about feet?”

But curiosity gnawed at him. What did feminine feet even mean?

He pressed Yes.

This time the change was almost sensual. His toes lengthened just a touch, narrowing into elegant shapes. The arches of his feet curved higher, the soles softening. Nails grew glossy and pinkish, the kind women painted in salons.

When he stood, the floor felt different, delicate, almost erotic. He cursed under his breath. Then he looked outside. Parked neatly in the lot was a shining black car. His name already on the registration in the glove box.

Isacc’s cock twitched. He tried not to think about it, but the truth was undeniable: the trades were doing something to him. And he was starting to want more.

The offers became daily. A faster metabolism, in exchange for 10% hip feminization. A bigger allowance of cash, for smoother hands with delicate fingers. Social charisma at parties, at the price of softer lips and a slightly higher voice. Each time, he hesitated. Each time, he gave in. His reflection shifted piece by piece. His hips swayed when he walked. His skin gleamed in the mirror.

And each time, the rush of arousal grew stronger.

One night, staring at himself, smooth-skinned, ass perkier, lips glossier than any guy should have, Isacc whispered, “What the fuck am I becoming…?”

The app glowed back at him with a new offer.

The power to make anyone desire you.

Cost: 20% Breast Development.

His throat went dry.