Game Plan

It had been a full week since Aphrodite turned your life upside down. A week since the curse, the challenge, and the humiliating reality you were now living in. You sat slouched in the back of the lecture hall, staring blankly at the professor’s slides, not even paying attention. How could you focus on anything else when you had to deal with this?

The first trial had been hanging over your head since Aphrodite laid it out: infiltrating Pi Beta Phi, one of the most exclusive all-girls sororities on campus. The members were not just incredibly beautiful—they were powerful, respected, and influential in university circles. You had spent every spare moment researching them, pulling up whatever you could from the internet, their social media, gossip blogs, even eavesdropping on campus conversations.

The plan? Simple, at least in theory. You’d found out when they had an event coming up, which was in a couple of days. The key was getting close to their leader, Michelle. She was a senior, model-stunning, with a reputation for running the sorority like a high-end fashion house. If you could somehow charm her, or at least not blow it, you might stand a chance at completing the trial. But convincing her to let you in? Yeah, that was going to take some creativity.

And then there was the problem of passing for a girl, or at least fitting in with their ranks long enough to not be immediately found out. That part… still freaked you out. But you had to face it.

You sighed, glancing down at your outfit, the reality of your situation weighing on you. The first thing that still sent a shiver of discomfort up your spine was the fucking panties. You remembered last week, after Aphrodite’s little visit, how you’d basically begged Liam to go out and buy some for you, too embarrassed to even step foot into a lingerie shop yourself. You could still hear his laughter as he tossed the small plastic bag at you when he got back, shaking his head like it was all some cosmic joke.

At first, you hated it—the idea of wearing them. The sheer indignity of it. But after one day, you realized they were much softer, way more comfortable than the boxers that rubbed awkwardly against your—new—parts. That didn’t mean you liked wearing them, but you couldn’t deny they were more practical now. Even if they were just plain black, they felt wrong on some level, yet right in a purely physical sense. You hated that.

And brushing your hair—another thing you had to get used to. Long, luscious locks that Aphrodite gave you just to make life harder. The first couple of days you didn’t even bother, just let it fall into a tangled mess. But after getting some looks from people around campus and feeling the constant weight of it on your shoulders, you gave in. Every morning, the routine became brushing and styling it, pulling it back into something manageable. You’d never really appreciated how much work girls put into their hair until you were **** to deal with it yourself.

Then there was your voice. The voice that made you sound like a teenage girl on the verge of a giggle. You hadn’t spoken to anyone except Liam all week. You couldn’t bear it. Every time you opened your mouth, it felt like your masculinity was being mocked by some cosmic ****.

Today, though, you were in a simple, casual outfit—one that, on the outside, didn’t seem all that different from what you used to wear. A pair of dark jeans, slim-fit but nothing too tight. A plain grey hoodie, zip-up, layered over a black t-shirt. But beneath all that? Those panties clinging to you in ways boxers never had. You kept adjusting the waistband, feeling the subtle shift every time you moved, constantly reminded of what was different. You didn’t even want to think about how they felt every time you sat down or walked around.

You ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly, sighing. Every day was a strange new kind of discomfort. The feel of your hair brushing over your neck as you moved, the softness of the panties against your skin, the constant adjustment of your body as you tried to adapt to the new sensations. You could barely concentrate on anything else. At least with Liam, you could let it out, vent about everything that was driving you crazy. He was the only one who knew.

You hadn’t told him everything, of course. There were still things—like how weird it felt when you went to the bathroom now, or the occasional moments of panic when you thought about what else might be coming. You left that out.

The professor’s droning voice pulled you out of your thoughts for a moment. You glanced at the clock. Forty minutes left in the lecture. You hadn’t written a single note, not that you cared. Instead, you pulled out your phone and began aimlessly scrolling, searching for any more information you could find about Pi Beta Phi, about Michelle, about anything that might help you figure out how to get through this trial without totally humiliating yourself.

But there was nothing. No advice, no magical answer on the internet. Just your own messed-up situation and a ticking clock on this curse.

You looked around the lecture hall, trying to refocus. The room was pretty packed, but you managed to snag a seat in the far back, near the corner. Only one girl was sitting a few seats down from you, but you hadn’t paid her much attention. All you could think about was the absurdity of everything.

How the hell were you supposed to pull off this plan? How could you convince a sorority full of gorgeous, smart women to let you in, when you couldn’t even get your own shit together?

You pushed open the door to your dorm room and immediately collapsed onto your bed, sinking into the sheets with a heavy sigh. The day had been exhausting, not just because of the usual routine of classes but because of everything else constantly swirling in your mind. The curse, the trial, the surreal changes in your body… it was almost too much to handle. You glanced over at Liam, who was sprawled out on his bed, flipping through something on his phone, the soft glow lighting up his face in the dim room.

"How'd class go?" he asked without looking up.

You groaned. "I don't even know, man. Didn’t listen to a word. Too busy trying not to think about… all of this."

Liam finally set his phone down and turned to face you. He was your best friend, and for the past week, he’d been the only person you could talk to about everything. He knew how messed up things had gotten since Aphrodite had shown up.

"Well, while you were off freaking out in your head," Liam started, "I did some research on Pi Beta Phi."

You raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"They’re not just any sorority," Liam said, sitting up a little straighter. "Apparently, they’re tight with Phi Delta Theta—the top frat on campus. Like, inseparable. They do all their big events together, and word is they have some real pull with the university administration. If you’re gonna get in with them, we could try to find a way to infiltrate both worlds."

You groaned again, louder this time. "And how the hell am I supposed to do that? Just walk up and be like, ‘Hey, can I hang out with you guys?’"

Liam smirked, clearly enjoying this a little more than he should. "Actually, I have an idea."

"Oh, this should be good," you muttered.

"Remember that girl I hooked up with back in first year? Ashley?"

You vaguely remembered her—blonde, tall, always dressed in those high-end sorority outfits that made her look like she was on a magazine cover. "What about her?"

"She’s in Pi Beta Phi," Liam said, sitting up fully now. "We haven’t talked much since then, but I think if I hit her up, she might be our way in. I can introduce you to her, get you close to Michelle through that connection."

You sat up, feeling a flicker of hope. "Okay, that might actually work. But there’s just one problem."

Liam raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"I’m not exactly… passable," you said, motioning to your current appearance. “I still look like me, minus the hair. They’re gonna see right through it.”

Liam’s expression turned more serious. "Yeah, that’s the thing. You need to really pass as a girl if this is gonna work. Like, no half-assing it. These girls are sharp; they’ll sniff out anything that feels off."

You slumped back onto the bed, covering your face with your hands. "Dude, I can’t. The thought of… makeup, clothes, the whole girly act… it’s too much."

Liam chuckled softly, though not in a mocking way. More like he was trying to bring some levity to the situation. "Look, I get it. But you don’t have a choice, man. Makeup isn’t easy, and it’s not something you can just pick up in a day. You’re gonna need practice. And… well, it’s not like you can keep walking around like this forever."

"I know," you grumbled. "It just sucks."

Liam gave you a sympathetic look. "Trust me, I wouldn’t be pushing this if it wasn’t important. If we’re gonna get you in with Ashley, and eventually Michelle, you’ve gotta be on point. It’s all about blending in."

You sat there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you. You hated how right Liam was. It wasn’t just about passing; it was about fully embodying this new identity, even if it went against everything you thought you knew about yourself.

"Fine," you muttered, still staring at the ceiling. "But how the hell am I supposed to get all this makeup stuff? I don’t know the first thing about it."

"That’s the next part of the plan," Liam said, hopping off his bed. "We’re going shopping."

You groaned, sitting up and giving him a look. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," he said, already grabbing his jacket. "Come on, we’ll hit up a few places. I’m sure we can find some basic stuff to get you started. And hey, maybe it won’t be as bad as you think."

You dragged yourself off the bed, feeling a mixture of dread and resignation wash over you. The idea of standing in the makeup aisle, picking out products you didn’t understand, and then having to use them on yourself? It felt like some cruel joke. But you knew Liam was right. There was no getting around it.

"Alright," you said, grabbing your own jacket and pulling it on. "Let’s get this over with."

As you both headed for the door, Liam turned to you with a grin. "Hey, on the bright side, you’ll probably look great once we figure it all out."

"Shut up," you mumbled, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth.

It was going to be a long, strange road ahead, and the idea of diving deeper into this transformation terrified you. But if you were going to survive this curse, if you were going to complete the trial and avoid whatever worse fate Aphrodite had in store, then you had to commit.

And as much as you hated it, there was no turning back now.