No risk, no reward

"fuck it," you mutter quietly as you put the ring on your right hand. A small shiver pulses through your body and a pink-red light flickered in the diamond.

Then, nothing. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you could not see a difference. Abraham the nerd, wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt. You take the cap off and see your scruffy hair.

"Well, that wasn't good for anything," you say with a sigh as you put the cap back on. "Maybe it takes some time to activate?" You glance over at the computer, a notification telling you the update to your favorite online shooter has finished downloading its massive update. You roll your eyes with a smirk and decide to waste some time playing a few matches with your friends.

...

"Oof, I better go to bed," your gaming friend Jack says through the team voice chat. You've wasted an hour and a half together. "But dude, you really whipped the team into cooperation tonight, Abs."

Abs? That was a new nickname. You usually got called Abe or Prez. "Really? Hmm, that's interesting," you say through a groan as you arch your back and crack your spine, rolling your chair away from the computer. Your pulse was up and you felt the fabric of your sweatshirt clingy. "I must have had some energy left over after today's studies," you say as you roll your feet and feel the soles of your shoes bounce against the floor in a weird fashion.

"Oh, are you studying again as well? Your discipline is way better than mine," Jack chuckled, leaving you sort of confused and silent for a moment. "Alright, I'll let you get your beauty sleep. Let me know if you want to meet up for lunch."

"Sure, we can meet up for lunch," you say as you ponder the weird comment. You both were studying at the same school, you saw him earlier that day. "Just like we use to do, right?"

"Oh? Oh! Okay, sure, I'd be down for that!" Jack says in a surprisingly surprised and eager tone. "How's tomorrow at noon?"

"Um, sure?" You say in a still slightly confused tone.

"Great, I'll message you tomorrow, okay? I'll save up until then." Jack said in an eager tone, chuckling and groaning slightly as if he said something he shouldn't have.

"Alright you two," Calam1tyJane, one of the other players, who had been muted until now, said in a hold-your-horses tone. "I'm logging off, you guys take care now and be good."

"Yes ma'am," the two of you said. You leaned forward and left the call as well as you felt confused. Then you noticed your heels were hitting the floor while your foot was up on your tippy toes. You could swear you'd been wearing your indoor crocs, so you glanced down to see what the hell had rolled in under your feet.

There were no crocs on your feet, but a pair of white faux leather straps around your ankle and over your toes. You had no socks either. You bent over more and lifted a leg up to look at the shoe closer. It was a white high heeled wedge sandal and it fit your foot perfectly. "What the fuck," you whispered as you blinked rapidly at the sight. Then you noticed your nails, and hands. The nails were clean and your hands were dainty. "What the fuck?" you said again as you leaned back and looked at your body.

Everything felt normal, but at the same time it was as if you had just awoken from a dream and the memory felt so real. You looked down at your chest and saw a slightly familiar silhouette for a chubby guy. but as you arched your back, your breasts seemed bigger on your chest than before. You pressed a hand against your stomach and the baggy sweatshirt followed suit. your belly was flat and the fabric wrapped against your chest.

"What, the fuck?" you muttered as you put your feet under you and got up on the heels. It was like riding a bike, which surprised you, because you didn't really have any experience standing or walking in heels. You rolled your hips forward and noticed your hips were very wide, and your jeans were tight over your crotch.

And still your chest was protruding. You towards the mirror. As you met your gaze, a shock went through your body at the sight of your current form.

(Abella Danger)

You've changed sex. No, you've crossed the gender barrier and gone ten times as deep into femininity as you've even been in masculinity! Your clothes were pretty much the same, except for the crocs turned into white high heeled platform sandals. Which admittedly probably was a good thing, financially at least.

"What. The. Fuck," you muttered to yourself and realized your voice was very feminine and high pitched as well. You stared at your new form for a few breaths, letting your lizard brain focus on that while your rational brain was putting out fires in your head.

You remembered a sentence from the Ring of Charisma describing website that gave a sinking sensation in your stomach: Gender bias was a trait under curses. The rings were not exclusively gender neutral!

You looked at the diamond on the ring under a bright normal light. It was slightly pink. Fuck.

You have put on a feminizing Ring of Charisma. A ring that had turned you into a very curvy woman. A more mature, curvy woman, from the immediate looks of things. By things you mean your impressive ass filling your now form fitting jeans.