Maid for the Weekend

Fred was a military brat. He grew up with a dad that had him doing basic training regiments before he was even in middle school. He was taught to be tough, act tough, and be a man. The toxic masculinity oozed off him like rotten fruit.

The headstrong nature didn't help him in his daily life. Women avoided him like the plague. At bars, if he was able to catch a girl's attention, he'd scare them away by saying how a woman's place was in the kitchen and that he was hoping to have a girlfriend who'd become a Trad Wife to take care of his needs.

His closest friend was Mike, another military guy, but he was openly bisexual which weirdly made him fascinating to some of the people he'd dated over the years. Apparently devil's three ways were a big hit with women.

It was this year, that they made a bet during the world cup. Whoever's team won would be the other's slave for the weekend. Naturally Fred chose the United States to win, because they won so much in the past.

So he found himself standing in the lobby of Fairy Godmother Salon where a redhead name Jane beamed at him. "Welcome to Fairy Godmother Salon, where we turn men from handsome to gorgeous!" She said.

"Hi, I'm Fred," He said, "I've got a noon appointment..."

He shifted uncomfortably as he looked around. He felt small for the first time in his life.

"Oh yes, the maid treatment," she said, "Seems like someone lost a bet."

"How was I supposed to know it was the Women's World Cup that always wins?" Fred whined, "We are so much better at it than anything else."

"We...?"

"Men..."

"Oh honey... When I'm done with you, you won't be a man anymore," Jane said with a devilish grin.