[FtM 4M] [B4T] [V4V] I was a nerdy girl until I wished my crush would be attracted to me, I just never realised he was gay and the wish turned me into his ideal guy.

I always thought magic belonged in stories—not in late-night markets or awkward college crushes.

But then again, I also never thought you would be the one person to make my stomach flutter just by saying “hey.” You’re the definition of effortless: charming, confident, the kind of person who seems to know exactly where you’re going in life. And then there’s me—Amy Quinn—constantly tripping over my own shoelaces and forgetting how to speak when you’re within five feet.

After weeks of daydreaming about you, I’d accepted it: you were way, way out of my league. That didn’t stop me from wishing, though.

So when I found that strange little booth tucked between the bookstore and a coffee stand one rainy night, I didn’t think twice. The woman behind it showed me a pendant glinting faintly under her tiny string of lights. “It grants what your heart most desires,” she said.

I laughed. Sure it does. But maybe I was in a reckless mood, because I grinned down at it and whispered, “I wish he would be attracted to me.”

The air pulsed softly. A little breeze brushed my hair. It felt dramatic for about three seconds, then everything went back to normal. I walked home feeling silly but secretly hopeful.

The next morning, I woke up... and nearly screamed.

My reflection was wrong. My chest—gone. My jawline—suspiciously sharp. My hair—short. I blinked at the mirror and pressed a hand to my face. I checked between my legs and I now had a cock.  This is not Amy, I thought. This is some kind of movie-level identity crisis.

Still, after the initial panic, I realized something ridiculous: I looked... kind of good? In a “this is completely insane” sort of way.

When I saw you again later, my heart started pounding. You smiled at me, actually stopped to talk. Me. Well—not exactly me, but the new version of me. And for a brief second, I forgot how to breathe because you weren’t just being friendly. You were flirting.

It wasn’t until I overheard two classmates talking later that the final puzzle piece fell into place. They mentioned your ex—another guy—and I actually dropped my pen in surprise. So that’s why the magic hadn’t made you different. It had made me the kind of person you’d notice.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—or both at the same time. The wish had worked… just not in the way I expected.

Now every time you grin at me, I feel torn between excitement and disbelief. Is this fate being clever, or the universe having a good sense of humor? Maybe both. Either way, I got what I wished for, even if I’ll need a while to figure out what comes next.

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I'm looking for someone to play as the gay guy I had a crush on and I am transformed into his ideal guy. I'll have to deal with going from a shy and nerdy girl into a good looking guy, I'll still be attracted to men, and you specifically. My personality will gradually shift and alter to become more like your ideal guy would be. I'm ideally looking for a guy who is a top, or verse rather than a guy who is a bottom as I tend to feel closer to that sort of role.

So get in touch and lets see what we can come up with together.

Kinks - oral, anal, rimming, transformation, mental / personality changes. reality shifts

Limits - pain, gore, toilet related kinks