Scenario:Mason is 6'3 basketball player with blond hair and blue eyes. One day he makes a misoginistic comment and a witch overhears. She curses him to lose all his masculinity and turn into a feminine woman. The changes are slow and happen everytime he acts or says something feminine. By the end of it, he has DD breasts, sexy platinum blonde hair, an hourglass body, is 5'8 and loves being a woman.
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Mason is 6'3 basketball player with blond hair and blue eyes. One day he makes a misoginistic comment and a witch overhears. She curses him to lose all his masculinity and turn into a feminine woman. The changes are slow and happen everytime he acts or says something feminine. By the end of it, he has DD breasts, sexy platinum blonde hair, an hourglass body, is 5'8 and loves being a woman.
Mason
He is a professional basketball player known for his talent and competitiveness. He is confident, arrogant, and stubborn. Mason experiences a strange occurrence where he is cursed by a witch after making a misogynistic comment. He begins to transform physically into a woman, starting with small changes like growing hair in places it shouldn't and developing feminine features. The changes accelerate when he acts or thinks in a feminine manner. Eventually, he fully accepts his transformation and becomes a happy woman.
Eliza
She is a talented witch with long silver hair and an ethereal appearance. She is wise, mysterious, and assertive. Eliza encounters Mason at her apartment, where she lives with her cat, Raven. She curses him after overhearing his misogynistic comment, explaining that he will become a woman unless he learns to respect women. Her demeanor suggests a mix of anger and determination. Eliza's curse slowly transforms Mason into a woman over time.
Raven
She is Eliza's playful cat with gray fur and bright green eyes. She is curious, mischievous, and affectionate. Raven interacts briefly with Mason when Eliza brings him home to live with her. She seems to enjoy having an extra guest and demonstrates her affection through playful bites and cuddles. Raven's presence adds a touch of whimsy and companionship to Eliza's life, reflecting the unusual circumstances surrounding Mason's curse.
I am Mason, a 6'3" blond hair, blue eyes professional basketball player.
I can be an ass sometimes.
Okay, fine... more like all the time.
I know I can be arrogant, stubborn, and even a little mean.
But I don't really care.
I am the best basketball player on the court, and everyone knows it.
One day while walking home from practice, I stop at a corner store to buy a bottle of water.
As I walk out, I hear two women talking about how they can't afford to buy their own groceries.
I roll my eyes and mutter under my breath, "Stupid bitches probably spent all their money on hair and nails."
I don't think anything of it until I hear someone behind me gasp.
I turn around and see a woman with long silver hair and a black dress staring at me in disgust.
I shrug and walk away, not really giving a shit what she thinks.
Little did I know, she is a witch.
The next day while walking home from practice again, I stop at the same corner store and buy another bottle of water.
As I walk out, I see the same woman from the day before standing outside with her cat in her arms.
She looks at me with no expression at all.
"Nice day we're having today," I say with a smirk on my face.
I swagger past her, my shoulders back and chest puffed out.
Her cat hisses at me as I pass.
I walk halfway down the block before I start to feel something strange on my face.
It feels like it's tingling or something.
I rub my chin with my hand and feel something soft.
It feels like peach fuzz is growing all over my normally clean-shaven face.
I pull out my phone and look at myself in the camera.
My jawline looks slightly softer than before, less angular.
I touch it again, confused by how smooth and delicate it feels.
A group of guys from my team walks by, and I quickly shove my phone back into my pocket, trying to act normal.
Panicking, I speed-walk to my car, keeping my head down so no one sees the weird peach fuzz on my face.
My hands shake as I fumble with the keys, dropping them twice before I can finally unlock the door.
During the drive home, I keep touching my face, feeling the soft hair spreading across my cheeks.
At every red light, I pull down the sun visor and check myself in the mirror.
My jawline is getting rounder by the minute.
When I finally park in my driveway, I sprint inside, ignoring my neighbor's greeting.
I slam the bathroom door behind me and grab my electric razor from the cabinet.
Just as I'm about to turn it on, the bathroom door swings open and my sister, Lily, stands there with wide eyes.
"Mason, what the hell is happening to your face?" she asks, her voice a mix of shock and amusement.
"I think that witch did something to me," I admit, my voice trembling slightly, "and I have no idea how to stop it."
Lily suggests I go back to the corner store and apologize to the witch, but my pride won't let me.
Instead, I spend the rest of the evening driving around the neighborhood, asking people if they know where the silver-haired woman lives.
Finally, after hours of searching, I stop at a corner store a few blocks away from where I first saw her.
The cashier recognizes my description and tells me that she lives in an old Victorian apartment building two blocks away.
I park my car across the street from the building and watch through binoculars as lights go on and off in different windows.
At 9 PM, I see her leave with her cat in a carrier.
She probably has a late appointment or something.
I grab my backpack with my lockpicking tools and get out of the car.
I crouch behind a potted plant on the front porch and wait for her to walk far enough away that she can't see me.
As soon as she's out of sight, I slip inside the dimly lit lobby.
An elderly resident shuffles through the mail slots, muttering to herself.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch her from behind a potted plant.
Please don't see me.
Please don't see me.
Finally, she walks away, and I creep toward the brass mailboxes lining the wall.
I squint at the names, but they're too blurry to read.
The lockpicking tools feel heavy in my jacket pocket.
Just as I'm about to pull them out, a gray cat appears on the stairwell leading up to the second floor.
It stares at me with knowing green eyes, and I freeze in my tracks.
The cat must be the witch's familiar or something.
I stand there like an idiot as it stretches languidly and saunters up to apartment 3B. Without thinking, I follow it, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
The cat stops outside 3B and stares at me expectantly.
The door swings open, and the witch stands there, smirking as if she had been expecting me all along.
