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It was another night of taking out the trash for Roland when he came across a strange looking remote that immediately piqued his interest, leading the teen to stuff the device in his pocket until he could later confirm his suspicions. Upon arriving home from work the young man rushed to his grimy, mess ridden apartment and started doing a myriad of searches on his computer. Roland nearly coughed up the cheetos he was gobbling when his screen was lit up with just what he was looking for, a news report almost a month ago where a kid from his school seemingly went crazy, claiming that they were in actuality a cosplayer who got her body stolen. Going more into debt at the many interviews done with the guy, they always kept mentioning a remote and how it could’ve possibly been the tool used to switch their bodies. Of course no one really believed the teen, Roland included, at least that was until he came across what could possibly be the said remote.Without anything else left to lose the teen brushed aside the tall stack of bills blocking the full view of his monitors. Allowing him to bask in the beauty of his wallpaper, a picture of HaneAme, the mark of his upcoming plan.

The moment Roland entered the room he immediately caught the attention of HaneAme and why wouldn’t he? The young man was a massive lub of tard. The cosplayer even contemplated ignoring him but not wanting to be seen as rude by her fans, she bit her tongue and went to greet the teen. Seeing his opportunity Roland put up the masquerade of an excited fan asking the woman to take a picture with him, the woman still wanting to keep her fair image happily accepted. Whilst HaneAme was aiming the teen’s camera at them, he was subtly pulling out the remote from his pocket before aiming it and firing. There was a blinding light and the next thing the woman realized was that she was face to face with her own self who flashed a devious smirk.

HaneAme almost screamed out in horror as her own body started running it’s hand all over itself, much to the enjoyment of the surrounding men who ogled gleefully especially while Roland started to fondle his massive bust. Realizing the fact he was being stared at, the former man abruptly stopped and headed back to the cosplayer's booth but before doing so swiftly ripped the remote out of the woman’s hands. This action broke HaneAme out of her state of shock, there was however little she could do. They were surrounded by dozens of her fans, all more than willing to stop anyone who laid a finger on who they thought was HaneAme. Consequently forcing the cosplayer to wait out until the most opportune time, as the woman minded her own business she got a whiff of a faint odd smell, she looked all around her but nothing seemed to be the cause of the scent. That’s when she tried sniffing herself and was slammed by a horrendous stench causing her to gag. Roland wasn’t the cleanest of people, often going days of not showering and using the same garments for weeks on end, a fact that was the result of his plain laziness. Something HaneAme was learning firsthand much to her disgust.

Too focused on how bad she now reeked, HaneAme failed to see Roland defiling her body from letting a couple fans cop a feel to even showing off a lot more skin. These actions would get the attention of the cosplayer’s manager who would proceed to watch him like a hawk, always there to tell him if he acted or said something that they didn’t approve of. Tired of the man’s endless nagging, Roland headed to the bathroom. Wanting some relaxation the teen thrusted his hands into his skirt before softly caressing his crotch, mere seconds later his old body barged into the restroom, ready to force their will. Quite aware of how cornered he was, Roland reached for the remote and aimed it at HaneAme, ordering her to stay back. The woman couldn’t help but snicker at what he could possibly do. Her confidence faded the moment the teen mentioned the cockroaches in the corner of the room, while he had no clue if the device worked on animals, he had no reason to think why it wouldn’t. HaneAme, fearful of his threat, did as he said, running away with tears streaming down her face. The teen shocked at what he just accomplished, stared down at the remote. In his hands was a power no one else had, he was gonna enjoy it to its fullest.

The ringing of a phone echoed into Roland’s ears once more, HaneAme’s manager desperately wanted to know where he went, completely unaware of the fact that the teen had no interest in continuing the woman’s life. The confrontation against the cosplayer made him realize that with the remote he could do whatever the hell he wanted and not have to face the consequences. This spurred him into essentially quitting HaneAme’s job and just going out partying. But one simply can’t go out willy nilly, he needed to be dressed for the part and thus headed out to the nearest mall to buy him some new clothes to better match his style. Roland would spend the next couple hours trying on a multitude of different outfits, admiring his new reflection, twirling around while wearing a skirt, feeling up his lovely body, amongst other things. By the time the teen left the boutique he was followed by a handful of workers all willing to help him carry the numerous bags of clothes he bought. Roland also left draped in business attire, hoping that some young men had an itch to screw such a professional looking woman.

This worked like a charm because seconds after entering the club Robert found himself approached by men all wanting to give him a good time, he happily accepted having drinks and even doing a bit of dancing. The former man was willing to roll with all these punches because he was planning on using the woman’s body as a sort of test drive, getting him well adjusted to the female form before moving onto the next once he had his fun. This also applied to having sex as a woman, something he’d achieve with little effort on his part due to there being no man who didn’t want to get into his pants. By the night’s end Roland lay on the floor twitching out from the sheer ecstasy all the while drenched in bodily fluids. Roland enjoyed getting penetrated so much as a woman that over the next following days that’s all he’d do.

The young man got up after another rough night of endless lovemaking, while leaving the bed still full of men he went to grab his purse but weirdly enough found nothing there, this immediately sent alarm bells fully waking him up. Roland was put into a state of panic for it wasn’t only his money within that purse but also the remote as well, his frantic searching would result in nothing however because one of the men he slept with nabbed all of his belongings before leaving in the middle of the night. An action which left Roland trapped in HaneAme’s body, penniless and holding the infamous reputation of a cosplayer who turned into an absolute thot. Forcing the young man to bear the stain he left on the woman’s life, a fate he all but planned to escape, least to say karma had a field day with him.

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It was another night of taking out the trash for Roland when he came across a strange looking remote that immediately piqued his interest, leading the teen to stuff the device in his pocket until he could later confirm his suspicions. Upon arriving home from work the young man rushed to his grimy, mess ridden apartment and started doing a myriad of searches on his computer. Roland nearly coughed up the cheetos he was gobbling when his screen was lit up with just what he was looking for, a news report almost a month ago where a kid from his school seemingly went crazy, claiming that they were in actuality a cosplayer who got her body stolen. Going more into debt at the many interviews done with the guy, they always kept mentioning a remote and how it could’ve possibly been the tool used to switch their bodies. Of course no one really believed the teen, Roland included, at least that was until he came across what could possibly be the said remote.Without anything else left to lose the teen brushed aside the tall stack of bills blocking the full view of his monitors. Allowing him to bask in the beauty of his wallpaper, a picture of HaneAme, the mark of his upcoming plan.

The moment Roland entered the room he immediately caught the attention of HaneAme and why wouldn’t he? The young man was a massive lub of tard. The cosplayer even contemplated ignoring him but not wanting to be seen as rude by her fans, she bit her tongue and went to greet the teen. Seeing his opportunity Roland put up the masquerade of an excited fan asking the woman to take a picture with him, the woman still wanting to keep her fair image happily accepted. Whilst HaneAme was aiming the teen’s camera at them, he was subtly pulling out the remote from his pocket before aiming it and firing. There was a blinding light and the next thing the woman realized was that she was face to face with her own self who flashed a devious smirk.

HaneAme almost screamed out in horror as her own body started running it’s hand all over itself, much to the enjoyment of the surrounding men who ogled gleefully especially while Roland started to fondle his massive bust. Realizing the fact he was being stared at, the former man abruptly stopped and headed back to the cosplayer's booth but before doing so swiftly ripped the remote out of the woman’s hands. This action broke HaneAme out of her state of shock, there was however little she could do. They were surrounded by dozens of her fans, all more than willing to stop anyone who laid a finger on who they thought was HaneAme. Consequently forcing the cosplayer to wait out until the most opportune time, as the woman minded her own business she got a whiff of a faint odd smell, she looked all around her but nothing seemed to be the cause of the scent. That’s when she tried sniffing herself and was slammed by a horrendous stench causing her to gag. Roland wasn’t the cleanest of people, often going days of not showering and using the same garments for weeks on end, a fact that was the result of his plain laziness. Something HaneAme was learning firsthand much to her disgust.

Too focused on how bad she now reeked, HaneAme failed to see Roland defiling her body from letting a couple fans cop a feel to even showing off a lot more skin. These actions would get the attention of the cosplayer’s manager who would proceed to watch him like a hawk, always there to tell him if he acted or said something that they didn’t approve of. Tired of the man’s endless nagging, Roland headed to the bathroom. Wanting some relaxation the teen thrusted his hands into his skirt before softly caressing his crotch, mere seconds later his old body barged into the restroom, ready to force their will. Quite aware of how cornered he was, Roland reached for the remote and aimed it at HaneAme, ordering her to stay back. The woman couldn’t help but snicker at what he could possibly do. Her confidence faded the moment the teen mentioned the cockroaches in the corner of the room, while he had no clue if the device worked on animals, he had no reason to think why it wouldn’t. HaneAme, fearful of his threat, did as he said, running away with tears streaming down her face. The teen shocked at what he just accomplished, stared down at the remote. In his hands was a power no one else had, he was gonna enjoy it to its fullest.

The ringing of a phone echoed into Roland’s ears once more, HaneAme’s manager desperately wanted to know where he went, completely unaware of the fact that the teen had no interest in continuing the woman’s life. The confrontation against the cosplayer made him realize that with the remote he could do whatever the hell he wanted and not have to face the consequences. This spurred him into essentially quitting HaneAme’s job and just going out partying. But one simply can’t go out willy nilly, he needed to be dressed for the part and thus headed out to the nearest mall to buy him some new clothes to better match his style. Roland would spend the next couple hours trying on a multitude of different outfits, admiring his new reflection, twirling around while wearing a skirt, feeling up his lovely body, amongst other things. By the time the teen left the boutique he was followed by a handful of workers all willing to help him carry the numerous bags of clothes he bought. Roland also left draped in business attire, hoping that some young men had an itch to screw such a professional looking woman.

This worked like a charm because seconds after entering the club Robert found himself approached by men all wanting to give him a good time, he happily accepted having drinks and even doing a bit of dancing. The former man was willing to roll with all these punches because he was planning on using the woman’s body as a sort of test drive, getting him well adjusted to the female form before moving onto the next once he had his fun. This also applied to having sex as a woman, something he’d achieve with little effort on his part due to there being no man who didn’t want to get into his pants. By the night’s end Roland lay on the floor twitching out from the sheer ecstasy all the while drenched in bodily fluids. Roland enjoyed getting penetrated so much as a woman that over the next following days that’s all he’d do.

The young man got up after another rough night of endless lovemaking, while leaving the bed still full of men he went to grab his purse but weirdly enough found nothing there, this immediately sent alarm bells fully waking him up. Roland was put into a state of panic for it wasn’t only his money within that purse but also the remote as well, his frantic searching would result in nothing however because one of the men he slept with nabbed all of his belongings before leaving in the middle of the night. An action which left Roland trapped in HaneAme’s body, penniless and holding the infamous reputation of a cosplayer who turned into an absolute thot. Forcing the young man to bear the stain he left on the woman’s life, a fate he all but planned to escape, least to say karma had a field day with him.