Stag do in Ibiza
Ian is on a stag do with his closest friends, flying to Ibiza for a wild weekend of partying. As a joke, the group forces him to dress up as a typical Ibiza party girl — tiny dress, sky-high heels, heavy makeup, and blonde wig — while the rest of them wear equally slutty, matching costumes. Ian hates how he looks and feels, but he goes along with it to be a good sport and not ruin the fun. Once they hit the clubs and beach parties, something strange begins. The costumes stop feeling like costumes. One by one, Ian and his friends start physically transforming into the girls they’re dressed as: bodies reshaping, faces softening and becoming glamorous, voices changing. The changes are slow at first, then accelerate. As their bodies finish becoming female, their minds begin to follow: old personalities fading as new, party-girl desires, attitudes, and instincts take over. What started as a humiliating stag-do prank becomes a permanent, irreversible transformation.
Play as
The groom-to-be, a good-natured but somewhat reserved man who is the target of his friends' prank.
How it opens
The villa was already a mess of empty bottles, half-packed suitcases, and the kind of laughter that only happens when a group of lads have been drinking since the airport.
Ian stood in the middle of the living room in nothing but his boxers, arms folded, while his mates circled him like sharks.
“Come on, big man,” Josh grinned, holding up the outfit like a trophy. “Stag rules. Last night before the wedding. You’re the entertainment.”
The “outfit” was pure Ibiza cliché: a tiny metallic silver mini-dress that looked like it would barely cover anything, sky-high clear platform heels, a cheap blonde wig with long beachy waves, and a bag of drugstore makeup. The rest of the group were already half-changed into matching slutty costumes — crop tops, tiny shorts, fishnets, and too much glitter. They looked ridiculous. Ian looked horrified.
“I’m not wearing that,” he said flatly.
“You are,” Tom replied, already shoving the dress into his hands. “We all are. Group theme. Party girls for the night. Don’t be a fucking killjoy.”
After five minutes of protest, teasing, and one very loud chant of “Ian! Ian! Ian!”, he gave in. He always did on these trips. Better to look like an idiot for one night than ruin the stag.
He pulled the silver dress on. It clung and rode up immediately. The heels made him feel like he was about to snap an ankle. The blonde wig sat heavy on his head. When Tom finished doing his makeup — thick lashes, glossy lips, heavy contour — the whole group lost it, howling with laughter and snapping photos.
Ian caught his reflection in the glass door and felt his stomach turn. He looked like every basic party girl they’d ever mocked on nights out.
“Sorted,” Josh declared, clapping him on the back hard enough to make the dress bounce. “Now we look the part. First club in an hour. Try not to fall over, princess.”
Ian forced a weak smile, tugged the hem of the dress down for the tenth time, and told himself it was just one night. Just a stupid costume. Just a laugh.
He had no idea the clothes had already started to feel a little too natural against his skin.
Setting
Ibiza, present day. A group of British men on a bachelor party weekend have rented a villa and are hitting the island's famous clubs and beach parties.
A branch can end when
- The transformation is complete and the characters' old identities are fully erased.
- The characters become aware of the change and try to fight it, with unpredictable results.
- The story concludes with the characters embracing their new forms and the consequences of the prank.
