The Roses' Revenge TG

Jason had never believed in karma. He was the type of guy who thought he could get away with anything—cutting lines, pulling pranks, making bets at other people's expense. And for years, he had.

But his luck ran out the night he crashed The Rose Ball.

It was an exclusive, high-society event thrown by the city's elite, hosted at a luxurious venue draped in pink and gold. A black-tie affair, invitations were required, and security was tight. But Jason had a habit of slipping past barriers, and when his friend dared him to sneak in, he couldn’t resist.

"Just get in, grab a drink, and take a selfie inside. Then walk out like nothing happened," his friend had said. "Easy, right?"

Jason smirked. "Piece of cake."

He had managed to slip in through the back entrance, avoiding security. Inside, chandeliers sparkled, violin music played, and guests in elegant gowns and tailored suits laughed over champagne. He felt out of place in his casual button-down and jeans, but no one had noticed him yet.

Then he saw them—The Roses.

A group of stunning women, all dressed in silky pink gowns, standing together in a corner of the ballroom. They were the event’s hostesses, rumored to be rich, powerful, and dangerously influential. Jason’s friend had mentioned them before—how they ran the city's most exclusive clubs, how even celebrities feared crossing them.

But Jason didn’t believe in rumors.

So, when he saw one of them, a tall blonde with striking eyes, walking toward him, he smirked.

"You're not supposed to be here," she said, her voice smooth.

Jason chuckled. "And yet, here I am."

She tilted her head. "Brave. Or stupid?"

"Depends on your perspective."

The blonde smiled, but there was something in her expression that sent a chill down his spine.

"You know," she murmured, stepping closer, "we have a little tradition for… uninvited guests."

Before Jason could react, hands grabbed him from behind. Two other women had appeared, gripping his arms.

"Hey, what the hell—"

"Shhh," the blonde whispered. "We’re going to refine you a little before we send you back out."

Jason struggled, but they were stronger than they looked. Within seconds, they had dragged him out of the ballroom, through a side door, and into a lavish, rose-covered dressing room. The scent of perfume was overwhelming.

"Let me go!" he growled.

The blonde smirked. "Oh, we will. After your makeover."

Jason’s blood ran cold.

Before he could protest, they pushed him onto a plush velvet chair.

"Step one," one of the women announced, holding up a waxing kit.

Jason’s stomach dropped.

"Wait, no—"

RIP!

He howled as the first strip was yanked from his chest. The Roses only giggled as they worked their way down his body, removing every inch of hair. His arms, legs, even his face—they left him completely smooth.

He barely had time to catch his breath before they moved on.

A thick pink robe was draped over his bare shoulders.

"Step two: shaping," the blonde purred, holding up a bust-enhancing corset.

Jason’s eyes widened. "No way."

"Would you rather go back to the party as you are?"

His jaw clenched. He knew they had pictures. He had no choice.

The corset was wrapped around his torso, laced so tight he gasped. The artificial curves it created were disturbingly real.

Then came the prosthetic enhancements.

The Roses pressed them against his chest, securing them so seamlessly that they felt like part of him. When he looked down, panic gripped him—he had cleavage.

The next hour was a blur of makeup, hair extensions, and manicures.

Pink-painted nails, glossy lips, fluttery lashes. His once-short hair was now long, flowing, and golden. The soft, luxurious curls framed his face, blending so naturally with his own hair that it looked like it had always been there.

By the time they were done, Jason barely recognized himself.

A breathtaking woman with sultry eyes, full lips, and an hourglass figure stared back at him in the mirror.

One of the Roses draped a delicate gold necklace around his neck.

"There," she murmured. "Now you belong."

Jason’s throat went dry. "You can’t leave me like this!"

The blonde smirked. "Oh, sweetie, we're not done yet."

Before he could argue, they pulled him to his feet and led him toward the main ballroom.

"Time to show everyone the new you."

Jason’s legs felt weak as he stumbled forward, the weight of his new body throwing off his balance.

The moment they stepped through the doors, all eyes turned toward him.

Gasps. Whispers. A few delighted cheers.

The Roses smiled.

"Introducing our newest Rose."

Jason wanted to scream.

Instead, he forced a trembling smile.

Because if he didn't?

He knew they could ruin him forever.