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- Why... Why did you pick me up? - I said, unable to tear my little palms away from the neck of my best friend Harry and look into his eyes. I can't even turn my head away, my whole body is in tension, I'm only capable of lying in his arms, although I can walk on my own.

- I don't know... - He says and looks at me with the same confusion in his eyes. His cheeks are flushed and he looks embarrassed. - It just happened.

- Put me on the floor. - I say softly, almost in a whisper. I don't want this, I feel awkward, and I even more ashamed because this morning I was a fucking man who, thanks to some magical goddess, had been given magical powers of suggestion, however, which came with this fucking female body.

- I can't. - Harry said in surprise, and his eyes widened. - Something won't let me.

Shit! What's going on?! I feel like a fool. This is the first time I've used my new power, and it's on my best friend. I didn't want anything like this to happen. I just asked Harry to screw in a light bulb. I mean, I ordered to check if the power worked. And yes, it worked, Harry didn't even notice how he found the ladder and light bulb, and started to work. I was so happy and proud of myself. It was like I was a kid again and I'd been given a lollipop. But now... Now I don't know what to do. God... a reward... was this not a joke and I should give some kind of reward?!

- I think... I think I know why. - I say, my eyes wide with horror. - It was the goddess's words, she said to me, that if I use this power, then I must give a reward.

- Reward? - Harry asked. His eyes were still wide and he was breathing heavily. - What kind of reward?

- I thought I'd just say thank you or... pay you some money... - I say, lowering my voice, as I realize my position in his arms. - I didn't think that something like-

I stopped, feeling my lips coming together to form some kind of silly duck mouth. No! What the fuck? I can't control myself. My head leans closer to my friend's face. I try to stop it but I can't, I feel my lips pressing against his cheek. I hear a loud, smacking sound and I realize that I've kissed him, although I didn't want to. Oh, God, I'm so embarrassed, I'm so embarrassed. I pull back and look at my friend's flushed cheeks and see how red he is. I can't even say anything, I'm so ashamed.

- What... was that? - Harry asks, confused and surprised. He looks down at me, his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted. - Did you just... kiss me?

- No! I mean... I didn't mean to! - I exclaim, trying to hide my embarrassment and shame. - It's not what you think. It... Looks like this is what you want, huh?! It's the goddess's curse, it's my reward to you! Is this what you wanted? Damn it, just for screwing in a light bulb?! And... you know I'm a man, what the hell Harry?!

- I didn't ask for it! - He exclaims and finally releases me from his arms and puts me on the floor. I look at him and see how he is embarrassed. His cheeks are flushed and his expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion. He looks down and then looks back at me. - I... I don't know why it happened, but it's not what I wanted.

- It's your subconscious, Harry! - I exclaim. - You wanted to carry me and kiss you on the cheek, and that's what happened, and now you're embarrassed! Fuck! - I yell and hide my face in my hands and fall back onto the couch. I hear Harry sighing. - That's it, I'll never use my power again. I'm a man, Harry, a fucking man in a woman's body, and I can't be a girl for you! And don't even think about it! I couldn't even imagine that you would want this!

We both fall silent. The atmosphere is tense, and I feel that neither of us knows what to say next. The silence stretches on, and it seems like it lasts forever. Then, I hear Harry's voice, he speaks quietly and hesitantly.

- I... I think will be better if I go. - He says and I feel the tension in the room rising. - It's not that... I don't know, I'm not gay or anything, and you... you're my best friend. But now... after this... I don't know how to explain it.

Harry turns and starts to walk toward the exit. But I feel a strong sense of guilt and shame. I don't want him to think that this is his fault, it was my mistake, I used my power and caused the situation. I feel like I need to do something to fix it.

- Wait, Harry. - I say, and he stops and turns around, his face is still flushed and his expression is a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. - It's my fault, I used my power, and this is the result. I don't want you to leave thinking that you're to blame. Stay, let's talk, it's important for me.

- No, it's okay... I understand that this is awkward, and you're embarrassed and I think that will be better if I leave you alone now, It all too damn strange anyway.

- I said, stay! - I say, and suddenly my voice changes, it becomes louder and commanding, and I feel a strange sense of power. I realize that I've just used my ability to order him to stay again. - Oh, shit! No, I mean...

Harry's expression changes, his eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in surprise. He stops and looks at me, and I feel a sense of panic. I didn't mean to use my ability, but it seems to have happened involuntarily. I see Harry's face contort in a mixture of anger and confusion, and he shakes his head, trying to fight the effect of the ability.

- What the hell did you do?! - He yells, and I can see that he's struggling against my order. His hands clench into fists and his whole body is shaking. - I said I'm leaving, let me go!

- I... I didn't mean to! - I exclaim, feeling guilty and embarrassed. - It just happened, I didn't want to use it, I'm sorry Harry. You can go if you want, I didn't mean to control you.

But it's too late, he's already under my damn influence. I see him take a deep breath trying to resist the effect, but it doesn't seem to be working. His arms are trembling, and his legs seem to be rooted to the spot.

- I want to go, but I can't! Damn it, I can't move my legs, I feel like I'm tied down!

- I... Okay-okay, I'll try to fix it. - I say, feeling a mix of guilt and embarrassment. I took a deep breath, trying to focus all my attention on my voice this time, and said firmly, - Harry, you can go! You are free, you can leave if you want.

I feel the power of my command surge through the air, and Harry takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. He looks down at his legs and then at me before taking a few steps back.

- I can move! - He exclaims, his voice filled with relief and surprise. - I can go! Fuck! John, this is crazy! This whole thing is insane!

He turns around and walks fwe steps around, I can see the tension and discomfort in his movements. I feel a wave of guilt and shame wash over me. Okay, in next time, I'll be more careful when I use this damn ability. I... I... Why the fuck am I taking off my clothes?!

I feel my hands moving towards the top button of my shirt, and a sense of panic rises within me. I can't stop myself, even as I try to pull my hands away, they keep moving as if controlled by an unseen force. My mind races, trying to figure out what's happening, but I can't come up with any explanation. I'm completely helpless as my shirt is unbuttoned and tossed to the floor. I'm left standing there in a white bra that barely conceals my breasts.

- What the hell am I doing? - I shout, as I see Harry turn back toward the door.

- John... - He whispers, frozen in disbelief. - John, what are you doing?

- I... I don't know, I can't control myself! - I cry out, feeling a mixture of fear and embarrassment. - It's the same thing that happened with the kiss. This damn goddess's curse! Stop, damn it, stop!

I feel my hands reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra, and I try to fight back with all my might, but to no avail. I'm powerless to stop myself as I slide the straps down my shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor. My breasts are now fully exposed, and I'm overwhelmed with shame and self-consciousness. I can't believe what's happening to me.

- Harry... - I whimper, feeling helpless and humiliated. - Please, please, help me stop this. Please, do something.

Harry stares at me in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. He stands there, unable to move, as he tries to comprehend what's happening. I'm standing there, naked from the waist up, my breasts fully exposed. I'm so ashamed and embarrassed that I can't even look him in the eye. I feel so vulnerable and humiliated.

- I... I don't know what to do, John. - Harry stammers, his voice shaking. - I don't know how to help you.

- It's... It's the goddess's curse, remember? - I say, my voice barely a whisper. - If I use my power, I must give a reward. It's the subconscious of the man who received the order. I think it's your subconscious again. God damn it! What are you, a pervert or something?! Why does your subconscious want to see me naked? And why is it so stupid?! First, it wanted to be carried and kissed, now to undress?! You're a fucking asshole, Harry!

I'm shaking with anger and frustration. I don't know what else to say, I feel like I'm going to burst into tears. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment, and I just want to disappear. I can't believe that I've been put in this position, that my best friend is seeing me like this, that he's the one responsible for it.

- No, I'm not a pervert, damn it! - Harry exclaims, his voice rising. - It's not like that, John, I swear. I don't know why this is happening, I don't want to see you naked. You're my best friend, damn it! This is all so messed up, and I don't know what to do. But I'm not a pervert, and I don't want to see you like this.

- I don't know, I don't know. - I say, feeling helpless and frustrated, still standing there with my breasts fully exposed like an idiot. - So... when it ends, huh? Tell me, what's on your twisted mind? You're supposed to stare at me, right? How much longer do I have to stand like this? I'm so fucking embarrassed, and I just want to cover myself, but my hands are... what the fuck... - I feel my nipples begin to harden and I can't help but moan softly, as my legs start to move and I take a few steps closer to Harry. I spreaded my arms, while slowly walking towards him, giving him a good view of my naked breasts. - No, no, no. I... Harry, you... you are a pervert... You're a pervert!

Harry's face turns red, and he takes a step back, his eyes fixed on my breasts. He looks both turned on and terrified at the same time.

- No, I'm not... I'm not! - Harry exclaims, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. - This is crazy, it's like I'm being forced to watch a porn video! You're my best friend, damn it! And now... what the hell are you doing?!

- Oh, God! - I moan, unable to control my body as I reach out and grab Harry's palm and guide it to my breast. My nipple hardens even more, and I can't help but moan louder. - Harry, you're such a fucking pervert. Why the hell are you thinking about this? What kind of perversion is this? You're forcing me to put your hand on my breast!

- No, I'm not! - Harry shouts, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. He tries to pull his hand away, but I hold it in place, rubbing his palm against my nipple. - I'm not forcing you to do anything, damn it! You're the one who's doing this!

- No, it's not me! - I shout back, feeling how his hand touches my sensitive flesh, and I can't help but moan again. I feel a wave of pleasure coursing through my body, making me weak in the knees. - Damn it... ahhh, fuck... so good... Harry... squeeze them tighter... ahhhh, please.

I can't believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. For some reason I felt like I had to say it and I can't help myself. Fuck! Harry's fingers are squeezing my breast, his touch is firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine. My nipple is hardening even more, and I can't stop moaning like a stupid bitch. This is wrong, so wrong, but I can't help myself. And then, suddenly everything stops.

I'm standing there, with his hand still on my breast, but everything has gone quiet and still. I quickly push his hand away, and take a step back, feeling a mix of anger and shame.

- You fucking pervert. - I mutter, feeling humiliated and angry. - You're a fucking pervert, Harry. I can't believe you did this to me.

I turn away from him and bend down to pick up my clothes that I dropped on the floor. Damn it, as if I didn't have enough, today I suddenly became a girl, and now my best friend, whom I have known since I was 10 years old and who was the only one I trusted with my secret in the hopes of his help and understanding, turned out to be a fucking pervert who wants to grope me and make me feel like a fucking whore!

- I didn't do anything. - Harry says. - You're the one who did it, I don't know how or why, but you're the one who made it happen. It was you, John, not me!

I look back at him with a mixture of anger and disgust. I can't believe he's trying to deny what happened, trying to make me the culprit instead of taking responsibility for his own actions. When I leaned down, my damn breasts bounced a little as if themselves reminding me of their existence.

I don't even want to say anything to him anymore. I just want to get out of here and forget this ever happened. Besides, until I knew exactly how to use this power, it was completely unsafe to say exactly... anything. I don't know what will happen, I don't know what I'll start doing if I accidentally say the wrong thing. I need to calm down and think carefully before I do anything else.