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The Seven Ex-Girlfriends of Jonas - Part 7 [Nerd Girl TG]
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Jonas tries to use magic to lay a curse on his seven ex-girlfriends for dumping him, but the magic backfires. Now, he is forced to become them each in turn for a day and feels compelled to act as they would.
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Chapter 7 - Nerd Girl
I opened my eyes slowly this time. After a week of these changes, I knew what to expect regarding my body. Kira was small, a tiny waif of a woman with dyed black hair and a fairly small chest. It was something she’d always been self-conscious of; every time she took off her shirt around me, her hands had instinctively gone to hide her small breasts as if her B cups were something to be ashamed of. I sighed and pressed a hand to them now, soft and beautiful, no lesser than my bustier girlfriends. That’s not what I’d thought before, though.
I cringed, remembering how I hadn't even hidden my disappointment, how Kira had deflated slightly and barely been present at all when we had sex. She knew I was disappointed in her body, and the fact I hadn't said anything to make her feel better filled me with regret. God, why did she even keep dating me after that point?
I bit my lip and forced my eyes open. I knew exactly why: because I’d made her feel like I was the only option. She’d been dumped three times in the last year; she stank of desperation. It was one of the only reasons I’d gone out with her; I thought that desperation might make her easy. And it did.
“God, Jonas, you’re disgusting…” I muttered to myself.
I sat up in bed and looked around the room. I’d laughed when I first saw it; all the anime posters, manga and games. I’d said it reminded me of my room in high school and how cute that was. Negging, was the term I’d heard used.
Cringing at the memory, I opened up the cupboard to find something to wear and immediately got hit with another wave of guilt. A costume was hanging inside the door. A huge ruffly skirt with a blue wig and half a dozen different accessories. It was the cosplay she’d made for some convention. I remembered sitting there, being annoyed as she spent hours slowly sewing the skirt together instead of spending time with me. And my revenge for it.
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“I am so excited!” Kira squealed, steaming the skirt for what felt like the thousandth time. “We should get a head start tomorrow, even with tickets, the lines can be pretty insane.”
“Of course.” I smiled coldly. Here, why don't you hold onto the tickets?”
I handed over the passes and waited, watching as her face turned from joyous excitement to confusion.
“T-these…aren’t ComiKet tickets.” She muttered, “These are Comi…Trick?”
“April Fools! Got you!”
Kira just stared at me; she didn't laugh, didn’t even smile.
“Oh, come on, this is funny!”
“You said you brought premium passes. It was a surprise.” She said quietly. “You still have real tickets to the event, right?”
“If I did, it wouldn't be a very funny joke, would it?” I said with a roll of my eyes.
Kira’s eyes began to shine.
“I…they are all sold out…now we can't go at all!”
“So? It happens every year, right? Besides, it’s not really my scene. We can stay together and maybe have a romantic dinner. Doesn't that sound better than a convention centre full of sweaty losers?”
“But I made this! I was going to enter it into the cosplay contest!”
“So enter it next year. Come on, this is funny!”
She’d thrown the passes to the ground.
“No, it’s mean!” Kira cried, “You just did this because you are annoyed I spent so much time working on it instead of paying attention to you! I can't believe you’d do something so childish!”
“Me? You’re the one dressing up like a pop star who isn't even real! She’s just a hologram!”
“That’s not the point!” Kira pressed her lips together; she was clearly holding back tears. “Get out. I am breaking up with you.”
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It had floored me at the time; my jaw had dropped and we’d argued more before finally I’d stormed out. I’d been seething with anger; how dare she? It wasn’t like she had a lot of prospects. I’d called her a crybaby under my breath; she couldn't take a joke. Now, though, remembering the fight, guilt swirled in my guts.
I ran my fingers over the costume for the first time, taking in all the little details that took Kira so long to get right. She never got to enter it, all because of my sick joke. She’d been right, too. I had been the childish one, throwing a tantrum because my girlfriend had been passionate about something other than me.
The dress was stuff; it hadn't been taken off the hanger since she made it. I pressed my lips together. So far, I’d just been trying to survive each day as one of my exes but this time, I wanted to do something different. I wanted to make up for what I’d done. I could feel Kira’s nervousness; her anxiety bubbled under my skin and made me want to run away and hide under my covers for the full day, but I fought back. Instead, I grabbed her costume and started the arduous task of getting it on.
Kira’s muscle memory kicked in, and I gently slid the skirt and thigh-high socks up and buckled the painted shoes over my feet. The skirt was long int he back but short in the front, making it trail behind me like a big frilly cloud. The bodice blouse was tight, and the wig, while a little awkward, fit over my skull perfectly once I found one of those caps she used to hide her natural hair.
My emotions swelled and overwhelmed me when I stepped in front of the mirror. Tears of pride pricked in my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away. I didn’t deserve to feel proud of this; Kira was the one who worked so hard to make it. But her emotions were so strong that I found myself blinking the tears away again seconds later.
I still didn't understand the appeal of this character, but standing here, seeing her come to life with clothes that Kira’s own hands had made…it was something else.
“Okay, I get cosplay now..” I muttered, “And people deserve to see this, even if it never made it to the stage.”
I stepped out of the house with my head held high; after a week in seven different women’s bodies, I no longer felt any shame in the sway of my hips or the weight in my chest. I walked proudly, even when I could see some people raising their eyebrows at the outfit. The long green wig trailed behind me, my skirt rustled in the wind, and the slip of skin between the hem and my thigh highs shivered in the breeze, but I still felt powerful.
“Time to finally show this to the people who will appreciate it.” I nodded.
I made my way to the local comic shop. Kira had dragged me here plenty of times since they sold everything from manga and figurines to Western comics. If anybody would appreciate this costume, it would be the nerds who hung out there.
A hush fell over the room as I walked through the door. It was a Sunday rush; a sale had just started, and the room was crowded with fans of all kinds. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I held my breath for a moment, but then, to my surprise, the atmosphere shifted. The people around me began to smile, and one of the employees approached.
“Whoa, that’s an amazing costume! Where’d you get it?”
“I, uh, put it together myself,” I replied, it felt a little wrong to 'take credit' but I had to remind myself that for now, I was Kira.
People started gathering around, admiring the cosplay and taking pictures.
“That’s incredible,” one of the shoppers gasped, stepping closer. “The attention to detail is amazing. The wig, the boots... It’s like you stepped straight out of a music video.”
I blinked, stunned by the praise.
“Really? I mean... I’m glad you think so. It took a while to get everything right.”
"Did you really sew all these beads individually?" Another gasped, running their fingers down the hem and tracing the silvery beards.
"Yeah...I did. It took me days."
I'd held that against her, God I'd been an ass.
My chest swelled with something I couldn’t quite place. A warmth spread from my heart, and I realised it was pride, not in myself but Kira. I'd never been proud of her before or any of my girlfriends. Now, having spent a day in each of their lives, I could finally see the truth; each and every one of them had more going on than I did. They had skills and passions; I'd just been a bitter guy trying to get laid. I'd never given Kira the praise she deserved for this costume but people here understood the effort, the work, the love that went into something like this. The compliments weren’t just kind; they were genuine.
"Would one of you be able to help me take some pictures?" I asked. I wanted Mia to have them; I still didn't know if my exes would remember these days or if they would know I was here. If she didn't remember this, I wanted Kira to have proof of how amazing she looked.
I struck a pose, letting the long, flowing wig settle around my face. It was easy to pose as a woman now; I was so used to adding a little extra tilt to my hips and pushing up my breasts that it was second nature. The cool air of the store brushed against my skin, and I felt pretty—powerful, even. My Kira side was still nervous, but the attention slowly melted away that icy prickle of self-doubt.
The camera shutter clicked, and then another person, a young woman with blue-dyed hair, appeared at my side.
“Can I get a shot, too? I love the design. You’re seriously pulling it off.”
I nodded, suddenly comfortable. A few more photos were taken, and with each one, I felt more and more confident. I could feel the Kira in me growing bolder; the once-daunting idea of wearing this cosplay in public now felt... empowering.
“Can I tag you in my post?” asked the woman.
“Sure, yeah, go ahead,” I said, feeling a grin spread across my face.
I opened up Kira’s phone and watches as the post went live and hearts began to pour in. It gave me an idea.
When I finally left the shop, I was walking on air. The entire experience felt surreal. The warmth from the compliments still lingered in my chest. As I pulled out my phone and began to upload the pictures, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. People were loving it. The love Kira never thought she’d get. And I felt proud, not just for her cosplay, but for her—because she deserved this recognition, this love, even if she didn’t know how to take it.
As the likes and comments flooded in, I thought about how Kira would feel when she saw this. I hoped it would bring her a little bit of happiness. After everything that had happened between us, it felt good to give her this one last gift, this moment where the world could see her for who she really was. Now that I could too.
The day passed so quickly, and before I knew it, I was back in Kira’s apartment, carefully taking off the cosplay and hanging it back in the cupboard. I could only hope I hadn't ruined any part of it with today's little trip. My feet ached from the heels, but I was used to it. It had been a hell of a week, the only thing left to worry about was what was coming next.
I laid down in the bed and took stock of my body: the press of the mattress against my wider hips, the weight of my breasts, my thicker thighs. Assuming I did, it would feel strange to wake up as myself again.
If I did, what would I do? Apologise? Would my exes even know what happened? Would they be mad? I did steal their bodies for a day, even if it was an accident, I couldn’t really blame them for getting pissed off. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; things would have to change, that was for sure. I’d experienced so much in this week: drive, lust, passion, purpose, so many things my own life lacked. And now I knew why, because I hadn't bothered to work for any of them. I’d felt entitled to it all.
“No more, Jonas.” I whispered, “You’re turning over a new leaf tomorrow.”
Not knowing what to expect, I let myself fall asleep and waited to see what would greet me when I woke up.
