Idiot and Star

Idiot. Your Intelligence becomes permanently reduced and you must draw one additional card.

Star. One aspect of yourself is significantly enhanced

Izzy was really looking forward to this party. Between her part time job as a barista and her work as a PhD student she almost never had a moment a free time. Not that she was really into the party scene at all, but just doing something different would be a welcome change. At this wasn't like those parties in high school or during her undergrad. The ones she didn't get invited to. This invite had come from a fell PhD candidate. She could already picture the stimulating conversation, maybe some wine and cheese, a nice, relaxing environment.

She was going as a witch. She had a long black dress, tall orange socks and a wide brimmed hat. She was actually pretty excited, she hadn't dressed up for Halloween in a very long time.

Her excitement didn't last. The first person she ran into at the party was Sally. Sally was dressed as a Succubus and was practically naked with her huge boobs on display. She was already tipsy and guys were falling over themselves to get her another drink.

There was no stimulating conversation. No cheese, although lots of wine was flowing. And certainly no relaxation.

It was stressful from the moment she arrived. Ever the wallflower, she couldn't find a way to join any of the conversations and she couldn't stand the cheap **** they were serving. She ended up in a corner by herself, wondering what the hell she was doing here.

Eventually she decided to just go. Nobody even noticed her leave. It had been that way her whole life. She'd always been invisible. When she was younger she thought things would get better as she got older. That people would start to value her for her brain and not her looks.

But she was wrong.

Sometimes she wondered if it was worth it. All the idiots of the world seemed perfectly happy but she'd never known a moment of it. She was miserable all the time. How could she not be? Climate change, an insane president, a war in Ukraine and a genocide in Palestine, how could she be happy when there were so many problems in the world?

She was lost in thought on her cold, lonely way home. So lost she bumped into someone and fell on her ass.

"Ow!' She rubbed her butt and looked up and saw the scariest costume she'd ever seen. Scary, but amazing. "Oh I'm so sorry."

"Not at all," The skeleton said, although it's mouth didn't move. It offered a hand and pulled her to her feet, "I was lost in thought."

"Me too. Uh, well, goodnight." Izzy went to walk by the skeleton.

"Hold a moment," The skeleton flushed a deck of cards from it's jacket, "Pick a card."

Izzy shrugged and picked one, "It says...idiot...like...uh...what?"

The skeleton's eyes flared, "Pick again."

She did. "Uh, star? What is this?" She asked.

"If you could change something about yourself, what would it be? Strength, wisdom, charisma-"

She cut it off, "Charisma. Like, um..." Her brain felt foggy, and she struggled to gather her thoughts. Why did she want that? Oh right, "I want to be, uh, popular!"

The skeleton nodded, "Good evening." It tipped it's hat and walked by her.

Izzy was confused by that interaction. She twirled around to ask the skeleton something else but it was gone.

She felt a chill and rubbed her arms. Her arms felt...soft. Really soft. She looked down and suddenly noticed her cleavage. Since when did she have cleavage?

She heard a whistle and looked up. A group of guys was walking towards her, "Hey gorgeous, what are you doing all alone? A hottie like you must have a hot date tonight?"

Izzy scrunched up her face. Who were they talking to? She looked behind her again. There was nobody there. She looked back to the guys, "Me?" She asked.

"Ya you, who else would we be talking to? We're heading to a party, want to come?"

Izzy stared at them. They seriously wanted her? Plain old Izzy? She'd never been hit on before, it was an odd feeling.

Normally she would have been far, far, too worried to accept. What if they were trying to rob her, or worse? But for some reason those thoughts didn't cum. Instead she found herself nodded, "Like...yeah..."

She went with them to a party and got drunk for the first time in her life. They might have been the type of guys to whistle at a woman walking along, but they were also the type of guys that made sure she got home safety afterwards. She was so hungover she stayed in bed until after noon on the 1st, another thing she'd never done before.

When she finally did get up she just didn't feel like working. Just the thought of opening a textbook made her head ache. Instead she sat on her couch and watched Too Hot to Handle all day, only stopping briefly to order pizza.

It wasn't until Sunday that she finally got a good look at herself in the mirror. It hadn't just been her imagination. Her body was different. Hot. Very hot. She didn't know what had happened, but she couldn't be bothered to think about it too hard. Instead she knew what she had to do. Go shopping of course.

After her great weekend she didn't feel much like working on her thesis. Every time she tried she struggled to understand her old notes. Despite her best efforts things did not improve all week, to the point where her thesis advisor called her in for a heart to heart. It was then that Izzy realized she was never going to finish. She didn't want to finish. She made a rash decision and quit, right on the spot.

She didn't want to spend her life toiling away for pennies, trying to convince the masses that vaccines didn't cause autism or that masks really did reduce infection. She wanted to be happy. And there was no happiness to be found in research.

Freed from her obligations she felt better than she had in a very long time. She put her time and energy into things that made her happy. Shopping and boys. It wasn't until her credit card was decline that she realized she'd forgotten to give herself any sort of budget, but she wasn't that concerned about it. One of the boys she'd been seeing suggested she could make bank online, and he was right.

Just 6 months after quitting her PhD program Izzy was in the top 1% of OnlyFans content creators. Things really took off when she moved from solo stuff to collaborating with other artists. Who knew it paid so much to have your pussy eaten by another woman? If she'd have known, she would have done it years ago. Or maybe she wouldn't have, thinking about that way too hard anyway. She lived in the now.

Izzy never regretted dropping out of school. She ended up marrying another content creator, having 6 children, and retiring at the age of 42. Sure there were photos of her butthole online that she could never take down, but she was happy, so who cared? Not Izzy, that's for sure. Izzy never thought too hard about anything, and that suited her just fine.