"Helping Out" at the Club (Patreon)

“Yeah there’s Angela, isn’t she hot?” I said to my friend Matthew as I pointed out the girl across the club with the black dress.

“And that’s the one you were going to ask out?” Matthew responded, his voice weirdly tight like he was holding something back.

“That’s the one. But I could use your help, wingman me?”

“I have just the thing,” Matthew gritted his teeth. I didn’t think anything of it when he pulled out his phone and started tapping away. But then I noticed him holding it up toward me like he was taking a picture, then toward Angela. That’s when I saw the name ‘Transform-It,’ which I recognized as the new transformation app.

“Wait, what are you doing with that...” I started, but my voice was cut off as the app did it’s work. I felt my body dissolve into thin air and before I knew it, my incorporeal body launched across the club at high speed, slamming painlessly into the black cloth of Angela’s dress. As soon as I touched, my consciousness seemed to ‘spread out’ through the material, becoming one with the garment. My head was spinning for a moment, but then it settled, and I took stock of what happened. It felt like every part of my body was pressed into Angela’s, my body one with her dress. Despite being transformed against my will, I couldn’t help but think how hot it was that I was cupping her tits and hugging her ass and hips.

“I’m glad you like it, Andrew,” Matthew taunted, his voice echoing in my head. I looked around, searching for my friend, finally finding him across the club, where I could see that he had put one of his earbuds in, which allowed two-way communication with me through the app.

“How is this being a wingman? What’s the play here?” I asked him through our mental connection. He just smirked.

“Oh no, I’m not wingmanning, I just needed to get you out of the way.”

“Wait what?” I asked incredulously, starting to get angry, though I was still very much enjoying being wrapped around her. But then he approached her, well US, and started flirting with Angela. At this point I got angry and started screaming at him to restore me and be done with this. So he just took his earbud out and kept right on flirting, he left the club that night with her number and without me...