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Perception is such a powerful thing. What do you see now? A diminutive girl, right? It probably looks ridiculous to see a 5’ 1” schoolgirl struggling to grab the top bar in the subway. But after my run-in with a vindictive witch, this is only what other people see.

To me, this scene looks completely normal. I see a 6’ 2” man leisurely holding the subway bar while trying to avoid the people crowded around him. I’m a college graduate too, but here I am begrudgingly waiting to reach the school.

I thought women loved being complimented, so I was always happy to tell them how good they looked, especially when it came to their tits. Apparently, that witch didn’t appreciate that, so she decided to teach me a lesson. She said I’d learn what it’s like to have everyone’s eyes on me. Now, the world can only see me as this pitiful girl.

But if that were all, perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. My body hadn’t changed, so it’s not like I had to deal with periods or makeup. The illusion handled all of that for me. But the witch decided that this wasn’t enough. To truly learn my lesson, I needed to experience a life of compliments. So whenever someone compliments me, even if it’s not directly, that part of my body changes to match the illusion.

I lied before when I said I looked normal. It’s not like you would know anyway. The truth is that I’ve been standing here in this subway, trying not to think about the ridiculous C-cup breasts hanging from my chest. I know, right? Totally crazy. But every morning, this happens when I inevitably hear a “nice rack” on my way to the station.

What have I learned? People aren’t really creative. I spend 70% of my life as a freakish man with soft, girlish breasts. It would probably be the only change I experience if it wasn’t for the second part of the curse.

You see, the witch made sure that the illusion would never break, so my body adjusts to match it whenever it’s needed. If one of these sweaty, old men bumps me, I’m going to end up with a torso to match this chest. It’s even worse when they rub my ass or my thighs. And if I speak, I will undoubtedly sound like a frightened girl.

So what is it? What do you have to say? I’m ready for it.

“You’ve got a rocking body, girl. It’s like the full package!”

“Eep!”

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Source: www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/7742…

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Perception is such a powerful thing. What do you see now? A diminutive girl, right? It probably looks ridiculous to see a 5’ 1” schoolgirl struggling to grab the top bar in the subway. But after my run-in with a vindictive witch, this is only what other people see.

To me, this scene looks completely normal. I see a 6’ 2” man leisurely holding the subway bar while trying to avoid the people crowded around him. I’m a college graduate too, but here I am begrudgingly waiting to reach the school.

I thought women loved being complimented, so I was always happy to tell them how good they looked, especially when it came to their tits. Apparently, that witch didn’t appreciate that, so she decided to teach me a lesson. She said I’d learn what it’s like to have everyone’s eyes on me. Now, the world can only see me as this pitiful girl.

But if that were all, perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. My body hadn’t changed, so it’s not like I had to deal with periods or makeup. The illusion handled all of that for me. But the witch decided that this wasn’t enough. To truly learn my lesson, I needed to experience a life of compliments. So whenever someone compliments me, even if it’s not directly, that part of my body changes to match the illusion.

I lied before when I said I looked normal. It’s not like you would know anyway. The truth is that I’ve been standing here in this subway, trying not to think about the ridiculous C-cup breasts hanging from my chest. I know, right? Totally crazy. But every morning, this happens when I inevitably hear a “nice rack” on my way to the station.

What have I learned? People aren’t really creative. I spend 70% of my life as a freakish man with soft, girlish breasts. It would probably be the only change I experience if it wasn’t for the second part of the curse.

You see, the witch made sure that the illusion would never break, so my body adjusts to match it whenever it’s needed. If one of these sweaty, old men bumps me, I’m going to end up with a torso to match this chest. It’s even worse when they rub my ass or my thighs. And if I speak, I will undoubtedly sound like a frightened girl.

So what is it? What do you have to say? I’m ready for it.

“You’ve got a rocking body, girl. It’s like the full package!”

“Eep!”