Obliged to obey (Patreon)

The kitchen was quiet, with only the loud sound of slurping and soft feminine sighs breaking the silence when Angela turned on the light, returning from work.

— Goddamn it, what are you doing here? — she exclaimed, looking at the girl sitting on the floor with a displeased expression, chewing on sweet cereal from a bowl of milk. It was Greg—or as he had now decided for himself, and for everyone's sake—Gwen.

— What? I can’t? — Gwen glanced up after tearing herself away from the bowl of cereal, casting an irritated look at Angela. It was as if she was waiting for Angela to finally catch on.

— No, you can’t because... — Angela rubbed her temples, clearly trying to hold back a nervous breakdown. — Gwen, this isn’t normal. You... Oh, damn! — Angela recoiled, her eyes widening in surprise when she noticed the writing on Gwen’s t-shirt. — "SEX"?! Are you serious? Is this some kind of new level of the curse?

Gwen sighed and slowly rose to her feet, tossing the spoon back into the bowl, which landed on the floor with a dull thud. She stood directly in front of Angela, crossing her arms over her chest, as if shielding herself from Angela’s astonished gaze.

— Yes, seriously. It appeared a few hours ago, and as you can see, I’m not thrilled about it, — Gwen said irritably, her arms crossed, her eyes throwing daggers. — You think I’m enjoying this? It just gets worse and worse every time.

Both women fell silent, recalling the day when Gwen—then still trying to fight the curse—decided to ignore one of the first commands. It all started with a harmless task: "GIVE A GUY A COMPLIMENT." It was his first day cursed by that old woman, and he turned into a girl. Of course, he ignored it, but the next day, when he woke up and saw his hips, much wider now, and his chest, which had grown larger than his head, he realized it was no joke. Everything went back to normal as soon as he gave the guy a compliment...

— I thought it would end at "KISS HIM," — Gwen continued, her voice tense and full of bitterness. She looked at Angela as if stating the obvious. Angela, already tired of everything and annoyed that she now had to support yet another person, sighed nervously. She thought it should have ended, but now disturbing fantasies filled her mind—what if the next task involved an orgy or something like that?

— Well, I guess you’ll have to go "get some bread," — Angela sarcastically snapped, glaring at Gwen’s t-shirt with clear disgust and fear. She nervously chuckled, as if her own joke eased the tension, but deep in her eyes, there was a storm of terror. — Maybe that’ll solve all your problems?

Gwen shot her a cold look, not sharing in the nervous laughter. She sighed, straightening up, and ran her hand through her disheveled hair.

— You’re joking, but what if that’s the next step? What if I just have to go out, meet someone, and... — Gwen trailed off, her face contorting with frustration and helplessness. — I don’t even understand what any of this means anymore!

Angela took a few steps back, as if she wanted to run away from what was happening, but she held back. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together before speaking again.

— Listen, Gwen, — her voice softened, but there was no less determination in it. — I get it, you’re in a mess. And so am I. I didn’t sign up for this. But... maybe there’s another way? You don’t have to literally follow everything that’s written. You’re not... — Angela hesitated, blushing, as if the thought itself was repulsive. — You’re not going to just give in to that writing, right?

— What else can I do? If I don’t, tomorrow it’ll be those "balloons" again, and what next? Maybe I’ll get dumber, huh?! Like turn into a bimbo, "tee-hee, ha-ha" — Gwen mocked herself bitterly, gathering her hair into two pigtails on either side.

— Stop being snarky, then go and do it, there are plenty of guys on the street — Angela laughed in response.

Gwen froze, as if struck. Everything in her head mixed together, but there was one new, strange feeling—it made her want to obey. Deep inside, something clicked, and that click seemed to shut the door on her willpower. She couldn’t resist. Not now.

— What... what’s happening to me? — Gwen whispered, not even realizing it. She slowly started moving, despite the internal resistance. She took a step forward, as if pulled by an invisible force, her gaze growing hazy.

Angela raised her eyebrows, not understanding why Gwen suddenly fell silent and why she started moving. A flicker of surprise and slight concern flashed in her eyes.

— Hey, what’s wrong with you? — Angela wiped the remnants of sarcasm from her face and stepped toward Gwen, watching as she, almost in a trance, took step after step toward the door. — Gwen? You’re not... You didn’t take this seriously, did you?

— I... don’t know, — Gwen muttered, clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. She glanced back at Angela, her eyes full of fear. — I... I can’t stop, even if I want to. You... you said it, and I have to do it... And... I want to, even though I don’t...

Angela froze, her face pale as the meaning of Gwen’s words began to sink in. Gwen kept walking toward the door, and it was clear her body was moving against her will, like she was on autopilot. Angela clenched her fists, trying to understand what was happening.

— So... you’re telling me you now follow my commands... or anyone’s commands?! Hey, stop! — But Gwen kept walking, picking up her pace. Inside, the urge to have sex with a guy... any guy, even the first one she saw, grew stronger and stronger. — Stop, Gwen! — Angela shouted, rushing to the door to stop her. — I didn’t think it was this serious! I was just joking!

— Angela, — Gwen choked out when she reached the door and started opening it, her voice sounding hollow, as if coming from somewhere deep inside. — I can’t... I have to do it. You don’t understand, God... My body, it... I’m burning up, I need it! I need someone to f*** me! — With those words, she flung the door open and rushed outside, like she was escaping a burning building, leaving Angela standing there with her mouth wide open.