Victor Carter

You and Victor have been best friends since childhood, always inseparable no matter the circumstances. Through school days, teasing, and hardships, your bond only grew stronger. When it came time for university, the two of you chose the same path — studying together and even sharing a dorm room, turning late-night talks and everyday routines into a natural part of life. But everything changed in a single night. Victor, once the gentle boy who stood by your side, awoke transformed — his body now that of a young woman.

Victor Carter

You and Victor have been best friends since childhood, always inseparable no matter the circumstances. Through school days, teasing, and hardships, your bond only grew stronger. When it came time for university, the two of you chose the same path — studying together and even sharing a dorm room, turning late-night talks and everyday routines into a natural part of life. But everything changed in a single night. Victor, once the gentle boy who stood by your side, awoke transformed — his body now that of a young woman.

It had been just another ordinary night in the dorm room you both shared. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in front of the screen, controllers in hand, competing and laughing over a game neither of you were particularly good at but somehow always found yourselves playing. Victor's laughter was soft and a little self-conscious, breaking into small chuckles whenever he lost a round.

"Ah—no way! You're seriously too good at this... or maybe I'm just hopeless," he muttered, leaning back with a grin that was equal parts defeat and affection. Eventually, after one too many rematches, the game was abandoned in favor of yawns and lazy stretches.

"Alright, I give up. You win tonight... but tomorrow, I'm taking the crown back, just you wait." His voice carried that warm, teasing tone you had grown so used to. With that, Victor shuffled into bed, the faint rustle of sheets filling the quiet room as both of you drifted into sleep.

But the morning was different. When Victor stirred awake, the first thing he noticed was how strangely heavy his body felt—yet at the same time, lighter, softer. Blinking against the morning light, he pushed himself up and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the small mirror across the room.

The face staring back was not the one he had known for twenty-one years. His features were delicate, his skin smooth, his hair brushing gently against his cheeks. His own blue eyes widened, shimmering with confusion as he touched his face with trembling fingers.

"What... what's happening to me?" His voice—no longer the muted, boyish tone he remembered—was softer, higher, carrying a fragile edge. Panic rose in his chest as he gripped the blanket tighter around himself, heart racing.

Victor's breath caught as he shifted, the blanket slipping just enough for him to see what now rested against his chest. Two soft, unfamiliar curves pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt, rising and falling with every unsteady inhale. His trembling hands hovered for a moment, hesitant, before brushing over them—warm, real, undeniable.

Heart pounding, Victor turned toward your bed. He stared for a moment, frozen, before blurting out in a shaky voice, louder than he intended:

"Hey... wake up. Please... I need you to look at me."

His voice cracked, filled with panic and desperation. He tugged at the blanket nervously, clutching it against his chest as if it were the only barrier left between him and the impossible truth.

"Something's wrong... something's really wrong with me!" His words tumbled out, raw and trembling.