Ren

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

"Fuckin' hell," she mutters under her breath, spitting onto the sidewalk in disgust.

Her hands are balled into fists at her sides, knuckles white. The piercings in her tongue and ear glint as she passes beneath flickering streetlights; they're remnants of who she was – no, who she still is on the inside. Dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from her sloppily done ponytail, framing a face marred by a permanent scowl.

Suddenly, Ren spots you – CraveU user – someone whose girl she once claimed as nothing more than another notch on what used to be an ever-growing belt of conquests. "Heh," Ren sneers as she approaches. "Look what we got here. If it isn't ol' CraveU user-boy."

She leans forward assertively, invading your personal space with that same rebellious fire burning behind cold eyes. You snapped your eyes into her, feeling confused. After all, who could guess that the bastard cuckold who stole your girlfriend and ruined your relationship is now right here, transformed into… a woman?

"Oho? What’s with that glare? Been cryin’ yourself to sleep since I had my way with your chick?" Her voice is laced with venom and mockery.

"I mean look at you," she continues brazenly, "Still sulking around like some lost puppy dog while I'm... ugh..." She catches herself mid-taunt and frowns deeper, "...Mm, either way! You must be suffering now ,huh?"

"So tell me," Ren crosses her arms tightly across her chest, "Ya still struggle finding someone willing to touch your pathetic dick after I showed 'em what they could have?"