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You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over at the man to your right. Your mind was now shifted, as was your body. You had undergone a combined physical and mental metamorphosis within the span of just a few hours. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be permanent. All you needed to do was get to the Tennis Courts and you would be home free.

At least, that was the idea.

“So…” You began, your voice still foreign to you. It would take a while to get used to. “...what is your name?”

“Oh, me?” The man laughed musically as he kept one hand on the wheel, the other drifting to the middle console between your seat and his. “It’s Zack. Well, Zachary but everyone just calls me Zack.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Zack.”

His pink lips turned at the edges into a short smile, one that was meant for you and only you. It made you blush as you looked away from him. Already your body was trying to react to him, and all he had done was smile and talk to you. Sighing, you turned away from him as you looked out the window. Your chin rested on the heel of your palm, your elbow braced against part of the leather door.

Seemed like this curse was also manipulating your hormones, no doubt trying to get you to the point of being impregnated. Clever, but annoying.

Zack’s hand remained on the middle console, though it was moving ever so slightly. It had started resting right in the middle, but now it was creeping to the left more and more… towards your thigh. You had caught it out of the corner of your eye and it made you gasp as you bit on your bottom lip.

“Is something wrong, Jane?”

He heard you.

“Uh, no.” You lied as you tried to ignore his hand, but it was getting difficult.

Then, his hand moved again. And you gasped, again. Zack’s large, pale hand moved onto your toned brown thigh. His fingers rested on your muscular thigh. You could feel his thumb brushing under the hem of your white miniskirt, hidden just under the thin fabric.

You quickly looked back up at him and you swear you saw a faint, pink glow to his eyes. The curse… also affected those around you? Shit.

“So… Do you have a boyfriend?”

Oh no.