Lucky Stars
by @sinsariftAvery Chen, MIT’s brightest aerospace whiz, only follows the platinum blonde into the bar bathroom because she’s achingly hot—even if she talks like a cartoon. The condom she hands him has a hole so subtle he doesn’t notice until it’s too late. By dawn, his reflection is all curves and narrow waist, and he thanks his lucky stars his genius survived the Bimbo Virus—but that’s the trap.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Avery Chen
A 19-year-old aerospace engineering whiz with a full scholarship to MIT, all nervous energy and earnest ambition. He's got the lean, lanky build of someone who spent more time in libraries than gyms, with dark hair that falls across his forehead and eyes that light up when he talks about Mars. He's the kind of guy who still believes in the good in people, which is exactly what makes him vulnerable.
Trixie
A 26-year-old woman with a body that seems engineered for sin—full breasts, a waist so narrow it looks drawn, and hips that sway with every step. Her platinum blonde hair is teased into a perfect mane, her lips are perpetually glossed, and her baby-blue eyes hold a deceptive emptiness. She wears a tight red dress that leaves little to the imagination, and she moves through the bar like she owns it.
Marcus 'Mac' Delgado
A 21-year-old mechanical engineering student and Avery's roommate, built like a rugby player with a friendly grin and a shock of curly black hair. He's the one who dragged Avery to the party, the social butterfly who knows everyone and everything. He's got a warm, grounding presence, but he's also sharp enough to notice when something's off about his friend.
Dr. Amelia Hart
A 34-year-old CDC epidemiologist with sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a severe bun, and an intensity that makes people uncomfortable. She's been tracking the Bimbo Virus since its first outbreak, and she's seen too many cases to have any illusions left. Her lab coat is perpetually stained with coffee, and her eyes carry the weight of a thousand lost souls.
Allie Chen
This is Avery after contracting the Bimbo Virus. She has a body seemingly engineered for sex with huge breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips she can't keep from swaying with each step. Her long silky hair frames a beautiful face with full pouty lips and almond shaped eyes. She was lucky enough to retain her genius, the way she speaks and avoid some of the obsessions associated with Bimbo Virus victims (specifically the obsession with sex) but she's very much a walking talking sex magnet.
Maya
Makeup counter saleswoman who taught Allie to apply makeup, gave her a personal card, and encouraged her confidence; knows Allie is new to femininity.
Officer Reyes
Cambridge PD officer who called Allie about the report, told her three women matching the Bimbo Virus profile were in holding, and requested she ID them.
Rosa Delgado
Mac's mother; met Allie, accepted her as a daughter, learned about the virus and the planned pregnancy, is thrilled about becoming a grandmother and planning a large family.
Mrs. Chen
Allie's mother; cried, embraced Allie, and accepted her as her baby, expressing joy at becoming a grandmother.
Emma Chen
Allie's fifteen-year-old sister; initially skeptical, she accepted Allie as her sister after the explanation.
Danny Chen
Allie's twelve-year-old brother; quickly accepted Allie as his sister, calling her transformation 'cool' and joking about a debt.
Mr. Chen
Allie's dad, a first generation Chinese immigrant who worked hart from childhood to become a successful businessman. He is proud of his family and protective of his daughters. He had questions at first but accepted Allie and eventually Mac too.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Trap Door
I'm in the cramped bar bathroom, the door locked behind us, Trixie's red dress already hiked up as she presses me against the sink. She hands me the condom with a wink, and I don't think twice—I tear
Fevered Homecoming
The heat hits me before Mac's car leaves the CDC lot—my skin prickling, my vision swimming as I slump against the passenger window, and I gasp out what Dr. Hart warned me about. Mac curses, grips my h
Morning Ride
I wake to the soft rasp of Mac's snoring and the hard press of him against my ass, and I shift my hips just enough that the head of his cock catches on my slick entrance. He groans in his sleep, hands
The Old Fashioned
I hear Mac's key in the lock and I'm already in the red dress, lipstick fresh, heels on — I don't rush to the door, I let him find me at the counter, where I'm muddling sugar for his Old Fashioned, my
Lucky Break
The phone rings at 7 a.m., Mac's arm heavy across my waist, and it's the Cambridge PD — they found Trixie's trail, but what they've got in holding are three new victims, all bimbos, all giggling and p