Terms and Conditions

“No. No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening!” You ran your hands through your hair, a gesture that was supposed to provide some sense of control, but all it did was amplify the chaos swirling in your mind. “I must be dreaming. I’m still passed out on the bathroom floor or something. I must have been ****!”

Aphrodite’s laughter echoed in the lecture hall, sharp and ringing with amusement. “Oh, sweet child, if only it were that simple,” she said, her tone laced with playful mockery. “You are very much awake, and what you’re experiencing is very real.” She stepped closer, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “Last night, you offended me in a most spectacular fashion. And for that, I have bestowed upon you a curse.”

“A curse?” You shook your head, disbelief flooding your veins. “You expect me to buy this bullshit? Cursed by a goddess? It sounds like a bad movie plot. Just… just stop it!”

“Oh, but you see, it is all too real.” She snapped her fingers, and a gust of warm air swept through the room. Instantly, your hair grew long and cascading, spilling over your shoulders like silk. The sensation was both foreign and alarming. “There, much better!” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You scrambled backward in your seat, panic rising. “What the hell did you do to me? Change it back!”

Aphrodite laughed, clearly enjoying your chaos. “Why would I do that? This is just the beginning, my dear.” She snapped her fingers again, and suddenly, you felt an incredible weight pulling at your chest. You leaned forward instinctively, your eyes wide as you looked down to see—big D cup breasts, round and full, straining against your shirt.

“What the actual fuck?!” You gasped, your heart racing as you tried to process what was happening. The weight was disorienting, and you instinctively reached up to cup them, only to recoil in shock. “No! No! You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, I am very serious,” she cooed, reveling in your shock. “Welcome to your new reality. Isn’t it lovely?”

“Lovely?” You sputtered, disbelief coloring your voice. “This is a nightmare! You can’t just change me like this!”

“Oh, but I can.” She snapped her fingers again, and just like that, the breasts vanished, leaving you gasping for breath, the absence of weight a jarring reminder of what you had just experienced. “But don’t get too comfortable. Those will come in time with your transformation.”

You blinked, trying to collect your thoughts as adrenaline coursed through you. “This… this is insane! I refuse to believe it! I didn’t ask for any of this!”

Aphrodite leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And yet, here we are. You have six months to embrace this transformation, both physically and mentally, unless you complete a series of trials I have devised for you. They are not merely challenges; they are favors I need done for some of my favorite mortals.”

Your heart sank at the realization. “You’re telling me that if I don’t do these… favors, I’ll just become a woman? Forever?”

“Not just a woman. You’ll embody femininity in ways that will humble you. Trust me; I know you need it,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

You felt anger boiling inside you. “You think this is funny? Turning me into something I despise? I won’t do it!”

“Ah, but you don’t have much of a choice. Fail any trial, and your transformation will accelerate.” Her eyes glinted with mischief. “And I can intervene at any moment, extending the curse's effects if I sense you faltering. Imagine the desperation you’ll feel as time goes on. Isn’t that enticing?”

“No! This is bullshit! I don’t care if you’re a goddess; you can’t just toy with people like this!” You tried to stand your ground, but the very notion of being manipulated by a deity felt suffocating.

Aphrodite merely chuckled, her laughter echoing through the empty hall. “Oh, but I can, and I will. Consider this an opportunity to learn about the very thing you belittled: femininity and emotional depth. You may find it enlightening… or incredibly frustrating.”

“Frustrating?” You laughed bitterly. “You’re ruining my life!”

“I’m enhancing it, my dear. So many men have no idea how to appreciate the power of femininity. You, on the other hand, will be **** to confront it head-on.”

Your mind spun with the implications of her words. “And if I refuse to play your games?”

She shrugged, the casualness of her demeanor making your skin crawl. “Then we’ll see how quickly your transformation takes place. And trust me, you won’t like what that entails.”

A sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach as the gravity of her words sank in. “This can’t be happening,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I can’t—”

“Welcome to your new existence,” Aphrodite interrupted, her eyes dancing with delight. “Let the trials begin when you’re ready. I’ll be watching.”

With that, she snapped her fingers one last time, and the world around you shifted. The lecture hall faded, the noise of the campus thrumming in your ears as you stood alone, the enormity of what lay ahead pressing down on you.

As the laughter of the goddess echoed in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of dread and shock.

You took a deep breath, the weight of your situation heavy upon you. This was just the beginning, and the trials loomed like dark clouds on the horizon.

But in that moment, all you could think about was the looming despair of the unknown ahead.