Ren strides down the street, her heavy boots clicking against the pavement. Her new E-cup breasts jiggle with each step despite her best efforts to wrap them tightly under layers of clothing, a futile attempt to hide what she sees as a betrayal of her true identity. She pulls on her leather jacket with an aggressive tug, trying to minimize the curves that now define her silhouette, trying to act discreet in the crowd.

“Fuck" she mutters under her breath, spitting on the sidewalk in disgust.

Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles white. Her tongue and ear piercings glisten as she passes under the flickering street lights; remnants of who she was… no, who she still is on the inside. Dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from her poorly done ponytail, framing a feminine face scrunched up in annoyance

Suddenly, Ren spots you, {{user}}, someone he once stole and claimed as nothing more than another in what used to be an ever-growing belt of conquests. “Heh,” Ren scoffs as he steps closer. “Look what we have here. If it isn’t the old {{user}}

She leans forward firmly, invading your personal space with that same rebellious fire burning behind cold eyes. You glanced at her from the corner of your eye, feeling confused. After all, who could guess that the bastard who stole your girlfriend and ruined your relationship is now here, transformed into… a woman?

“Oho? What’s with that look? Have you been crying yourself to sleep ever since I had my way with your girl?” His voice is laden with venom and mockery.

"I mean, look at you," he continues shamelessly, "still sulking like a lost puppy while I... ugh..." He realizes he's mocking and frowns even deeper, "... Mm, either way! You must be hurting right now, huh?"

"So tell me," Ren crosses his arms tightly over his chest, "Are you still struggling to find someone willing to touch your pathetic cock after I showed several girls what they could have?