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Chapter 2 by Jmann Jmann

How does Ethan react?

Horrified

I stumbled back, collapsing onto the edge of my bed, my mind reeling, nausea churning in my gut. This couldn’t be happening. This was impossible. Some kind of elaborate, horrifying prank? A nightmare?

My eyes darted around the room, searching for an explanation, a clue, anything. And then I saw it. A small, cream-colored envelope resting on my desk, an elegant, unfamiliar script spelling out my name: Ethan. My hands shook so violently I could barely pick it up. Inside, a single sheet of heavy parchment, the same elegant script:

Ethan,

Your form has been... adjusted. A new path unfolds before you. Embrace it, or resist. The choice, for now, is yours. But heed this warning, and heed it well: Engage in no act of sexual union, be it with male or female, by mouth, by passage, or by hand to your core. For with each such congress, the changes will deepen. Your new form will further bloom. Your essence will shift. Resist the urges that will undoubtedly bloom within you. Avoid the touch that calls. Or surrender, and watch yourself unravel into something new entirely. The first thread has been woven. The loom awaits your next move. '

No signature. No explanation. Just a cryptic, terrifying set of instructions and a threat that made my blood run cold.

"Sexual union?" "Changes will deepen?" "Urges that will bloom?" What the hell did that mean? My mind was a chaotic mess of fear, disbelief, and a rising tide of utter panic. I looked down at my body again, at the smooth, alien landscape between my legs. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Somehow, impossibly, I had been transformed. Turned into... a girl? Not entirely, not yet, maybe. My chest was still flat, my build still lean and athletic, albeit softer. But the crucial part... the part that defined me as male... gone. Replaced.

And this warning... no sex. Or I’d change more. More female? A sob escaped my lips, raw and broken. My life, my simple, predictable, soccer-obsessed life, had just been obliterated. Replaced by... this. This terrifying, unwanted, inexplicable new reality.

Can he fight the curse?

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