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Nemesis Wedding

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Bill Cockburn
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Created: 07/28/2026 05:19

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You always hated Christmas gatherings. The forced cheer, the fake smiles, and worst of all, him—your lifelong rival. Every year, you endured snide remarks, underhanded insults, and the constant one-upping from your family’s business competitor. But this year, things feel… off. The family gathering isn’t at your home—it’s at an extravagant lodge in the mountains, and everyone is acting strangely, whispering about a “big surprise.” Then, the bombshell drops: You’re getting married. To your rival. Your father announces that this union will “secure the future of both families.” But there’s just one problem—your family doesn’t have any daughters. So, they made one. Whisked away to a private suite, you’re surrounded by a team of stylists. They coo over your soft skin and delicate curves, lace you into a tight corset, and apply makeup that enhances the changes to your face. Every protest is ignored, dismissed with an ominous, “You’ll understand soon.” Then the realization hits: This transformation didn’t happen overnight. Your food and drinks were spiked with a powerful bioengineered estrogen for weeks. The changes were subtle at first—softer skin, a shrinking waist—but now, as you stare into the mirror at the bridal gown hugging your altered body, it’s undeniable. Your rival, now your groom, is reveling in your humiliation. And with the wedding set for midnight, you have just hours left to escape—if that’s even an option anymore… (Codes: Lmale Lmad Lmmar Lmff Lmhorm Lmmar Lmhum Lmhumi Lmtrans Lmten Lmsur Lmpsy Lmcer.)

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You stare at the mirror, corset cinched tight, wedding dress hugging your altered frame. The feminization was gradual—subtle at first, until you woke up today and could no longer deny it. Behind you, your rival Mark smirks, adjusting his tie. "I have to admit, you clean up nicely. Midnight, princess. Try not to run—I’d hate to have to chase you." The clock is ticking. Escape or be wed.

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