Margo, You’re Magnificent! (Patreon)

“Shit... they’re all staring at me!” thought Mark, cursing his decision to agree to this stupid experiment suggested by his sister. What the hell was he thinking when he agreed? “What the fuck, Mel, you said no one would even notice!” he kept repeating to himself, catching his sister’s gaze, who stood nearby, smiling at her “friend” and waving at him.

– Hey, Mark... I mean, Mar... Margo, come over here! – she called out cheerfully, her voice sounding far too satisfied.

Mark froze in place, his eyes narrowing in anger. “Come over to them? Just like that, in these heels, in this damn top, swaying my hips like some model?! And what the hell is ‘Margo’?!” he wanted to scream but just clenched his fists, feeling the unpleasant sting of delicate long nails digging into his palms. All eyes turned to him for a moment, and that “Margo” echoed in his head like mockery. He knew he couldn’t just turn around and leave—otherwise, his sister would make it seem like he was a coward.

– Coming, – he growled through clenched teeth, but instead of his usual sharp tone, he heard a soft, melodic voice. Mark froze, hating that melodic intonation, hating this whole body, but he had no choice.

Moving slowly, step by step, he tried to maintain some semblance of composure. The heels — those damned heels! — treacherously slid on the carpet, and he almost lost his balance a couple of times, desperately balancing with his arms. With each movement, the chest on his new body swayed back and forth, making him literally burn with shame. “Just stay calm. No fuss,” he kept repeating to himself, hating how awkward and feminine his movements looked.

Avoiding looking around, he headed toward his sister, feeling like some sort of cross-dresser in this ridiculous outfit. However, thanks to that strange book his sister had found somewhere, and that spell, he wasn’t Mark anymore but more like… Margo. “Damn it,” was all he managed to think when one of the guys — a tall, handsome blonde — stepped forward and looked him over with interest from head to toe.

– Wow, is this the friend you’ve been talking so much about? – the blonde drawled, smirking, his gaze lingering on the deep neckline of the top, revealing a seductive line of Mark’s chest.

“Shit!” Mark wanted to scream but froze, feeling himself blush, struggling to suppress his rage and humiliation. He refused to look up. He wouldn’t look at this guy. Damn it, did he even have a choice?!

– Yup, – Mel, like a cat, smiled even wider, her eyes gleaming with triumph. – This is Margo. – She pronounced the name slowly and sweetly, almost savoring every sound. – Just arrived... A little shy, – she giggled theatrically, as if it were the cutest thing. – But she’s a cool girl. You’re cool, right, Margo? – she added with a wink, looking at Mark, who flinched at the word “girl.”

Mark clenched his fists, his shoulders tensed, and his eyes narrowed. “You’ll regret this,” he growled inwardly, but aloud he only managed to say through clenched teeth:

– Of course, – he softly replied with his high, gentle voice and forced a restrained smile, trying not to show his irritation, and made himself nod, as if his sister were telling the truth.

– See, guys, – Mel continued slyly, her smile openly smug. – I told you, she’s a sweetheart.

“A sweetheart?” Mark almost ground his teeth, raising his eyes to glare at her, but was distracted by the blonde’s voice.

– Oh, come on, – the blonde chuckled, and his hand suddenly landed on Mark’s shoulder. – You look absolutely stunning. I don’t get why you’re so shy.

Startled, Mark flinched and almost stepped back but quickly held himself in check. His body seemed to rebel, reflexively reacting to the touch, and he felt a strange wave of... excitement? His heart pounded wildly, and he forced himself not to jerk away, not to brush off the hand. “Just be nice for one evening! Ugh, it wasn’t worth it!” he thought furiously. “Stupid magic, stupid trip... but I can’t let this jerk win!” But it seemed as if even his body was reacting differently now. Even the touch of a stranger’s hand on his shoulder... What the hell was wrong with him?! Forcing himself to look up, he stared directly into the guy’s face.

– Thanks, – he managed to squeeze out before quickly lowering his eyes again. “Shit, shit, shit,” echoed in his mind when he noticed his sister leaving them.

– Well, I’ll leave you two alone, – Mel giggled. Mark couldn’t believe his ears. He instantly darted a glance after her, watching as she swayed her hips, laughing, almost casually leaving him alone with this… guy. “Leave us alone?!” Panic crept into his thoughts, and he almost yelped. Was she just leaving him here?! “Damn this stupid bet!” was all he could think, realizing that either he’d have to “play along” and endure this stupid role or lose the damn wager entirely!