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— Well, would you look at that, is that really you, Bruno? — his mother extended playfully, squinting as if scanning every detail of the former jock’s new appearance. She theatrically raised an eyebrow and added: — Or should I call you… Brunette? Brunitta? Bruninda?
The embarrassed girl in the revealing maid’s dress jolted reflexively when she felt a woman’s hand with long pink nails lift her chin, forcing her to look up. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and her full lips parted in shock—Bruno still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
— Mo-ma, I... — Bruno hated herself for not responding as before: roughly, fiercely, demanding that Mom reverse the curse of the wager.
— Oh oh oh, how sweet she squeaks, — Gloria giggled, lightly tapping the long pink nail on her—now her—dainty nose. — And this was the very Bruno who was yelling at me this morning just because I looked at him the wrong way. And now… God, what a cutie.
— I’m not a cutie... — Bruno squeaked, jolting at how shrill and girlish it sounded. Her voice seemed straight out of some cartoon—high pitched, a bit squeaky, with not a shred of her old confidence. More like a schoolgirl’s voice than the fierce captain of the football team.
— Well well, as you say, my little girl, — Gloria smirked, stepping back and finally giving her—well, him—a moment to catch her breath. Bruno stood with her neat hands clasped in front, adorned in white lace gloves; her chest rose under a tight corset, each movement reminding her of the new body. Especially when the weight of her breasts swayed slightly with every breath—an entirely unfamiliar and… humiliatingly feminine sensation.
A muffled cough came from behind. Jonathan shifted uneasily in the doorway, avoiding direct eye contact with the new creation his former rival had become.
— Yes yes yes, come in, dear, — Gloria nodded broadly at him, releasing the chin of her newfound “daughter.” — Today is your day. Make the most of it. She’s your maid for the day. And judging by how she looks, you’ve got things to do, hm?
— Mom! — Bruno squeaked, clamping her hand over her mouth—but then, gathering all her willpower, added: — You know… It was just a joke… A stupid thing! I didn’t think the magic would actually work… maybe you could still...
— Oh, sweetheart, — Gloria waved her hands dramatically. — I can’t do a thing. A promise is a promise. You agreed. Jonathan officially has a personal maid from a wealthy family now.
Jonathan awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
— I didn’t… I didn’t want this, really. He’s the one who suggested the bet. And I honestly didn’t think the magic was real.
But the magic did work. Almost the entire university college witnessed Bruno’s transformation in real time, after Jonathan—a modest, nondescript guy from the Department of Magical Theory—accidentally scored the winning goal in their stupid bet...Full story (11 700 characters - 5 parts + add. images) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon