Stereotype Curse

Petros Rakos carefully placed the last of his belongings, a small leather-bound book onto a shelf in his small, studio apartment. Petros had previously lived in a small, Northern California town for most of his life. He'd inherited an antique book store from his father, but recently, a tax code change had **** him to close his business. The only shop space he could afford to rent was outside of Hollywood in a seedy LA neighborhood. While he was angry that he'd been **** to uproot his life and downgrade from his comfortable home to this filthy apartment, Petros was determined to make the best of his situation.

It wasn't all bad, his apartment was walking distance from his shop. While not exactly wholesome, everyone in the apartment building seemed to be content minding their own business. And he'd already had some inquiries from interested potential customers.

Petros needed to do his best to stay calm and happy. He was a descendent from a long line of powerful gypsies and his parents had wanted to leave that life behind, so he was never fully trained to use his powers. His father had hoped the magical energy within Petros would atrophy and die if he never used it, but throughout his life, Petros had accidentally laid a few curses onto a few people. It was almost exclusively when he was angry and spoke without thinking. The first case was when he called his freshman chemistry teacher a "stupid cow." By the end of class, she was on her hands and knees, drooling and mooing with milk dripping from her newly massive tits.

After that, Petros had done his best to never ruin another life that way. He'd had a few slipups along the way, but he'd lived the last twenty years of his life without incident.

Unfortunately for Petros, the women of Hollywood aren't exactly known for their manners.