After the role exchanger hit me, turning me from a 23 year old slim guy to this ridiculous pinup model, I hesitated to hang out with my old buddies who hadn’t been hit. They were all horndogs, and I really didn’t want the attention. Unfortunately, attention was something I got a lot of these days. The role exchanger gave me the body of my sister, who was a few years older than I but most people would call her conventionally pretty. Then, on top of that, I exchanged breasts with some fat lady, giving me a bigger rack than any girl I knew. On top of that I swapped my fashion sense with some hot topic employee, so now I have bright red hair, wear heavy eye makeup and revealing clothes. I wish I didn’t, but now its the only way I can feel comfortable. Read more