Just a toy

Spreading his arms wide, Francis stared intently at the strange magical artifact that seemed to be speaking to him—or so he thought—and said:

— Come on! Come on! You think I care?! — Francis's voice trembled with tension, but there was no fear, no hesitation in it. He stood before the glowing stone, which seemed completely out of place in the dimly lit living room.

Ever since he accidentally found this stone in an old box, his life had started to fall apart. First, there were minor misfortunes, then endless fights with friends and colleagues, and now this… A magical object that allegedly could change fate. And not just fate...

— You want me to become someone else? To understand something? You think these tits will change anything? What's your problem?! — Francis stepped forward, almost touching the artifact. His fingers shook, his gaze burned. His chest pounded with irritation that shifted into a cold, chilling fear.

The light inside the stone shone brighter, as if responding to his challenge. Warm, flickering flashes filled the room, reflecting off mirror surfaces and distorting space. The air around him vibrated, and Francis instinctively raised his hands, as if trying to hold himself steady in the center of a storm.

— You think this will make me change? — He laughed, but the laughter came out broken, almost hysterical. — Think that if I suddenly become some… damn bitch, I’ll be a different person? — He was breathing heavily, words flying out with a fury that surprised even him. — Go on, do it! I’m not afraid of you!

But the moment those last words left his lips, everything blazed—blazed so brightly that his eyes shut instinctively. Within the deafening silence of the flash, strange, stretching sensations flickered through his mind, as if his body was compressed, twisted, and then… relaxed.

Francis opened his eyes.

Now he was in a different place. He still felt the weight of the breasts and the emptiness between his legs, but now there was something more. Something clung tightly around his waist, hugging and highlighting every curve. A dress. Black, tight-fitting, like a second skin. He stood in the middle of a room surrounded by countless mirrors, all reflecting this new body. And in each reflection—her. A slender, seductive woman with long hair and languid eyes. Her chest rose and fell as Francis—or now, perhaps, Francine—tried to breathe steadily, but it was hard to do.

— Wh-what... — she tried to speak, but the sound of her own voice made her freeze. It was high, feminine, husky, but incredibly seductive. Her gaze darted between the mirrors. Everywhere the same: long legs, a thin waist, a luxurious chest that swayed heavily with every movement.

— No… — she gasped, struggling to catch her breath. — No, no, no! — Her voice broke into a high-pitched scream that made Frankie cringe. She didn’t just look like a woman, she was a woman down to her very core. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t!

— Listen to me, you ugly stone! — she turned on her heels, almost falling from the suddenness of the movement. The dress tightened sharply, restricting her, but right now that only made her angrier. — Change it back! Do you hear me?! I don’t want to be a woman!

The light in the room dimmed slightly, and her scream echoed off the mirrors. It seemed the stone was no longer responding. No flashes, no magical swirls. Only her reflection—beautiful, damn seductive, but alien. Francine grabbed her head, tearing at the golden strands with her fingers.

— How am I supposed to… how can I... — she started looking around helplessly, as if searching for an exit.

She closed her eyes, trying to pull herself together. 'Calm down, Francine… or Francis… Why did I call myself that? Damn, did it mess with my brain?' Her thoughts were chaotic, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t lose her composure. If this stone did this, it could undo it too. She just had to figure out how.

Francine opened her eyes and, turning sharply, gripped the nearest mirror. Her own reflection met her with a frightened but determined look.

— You think I’ll just give up? You think I’ll cry and whine? — she whispered, staring defiantly at her new feminine face. — I’ll find a way to change this back. I’ll figure out how to reverse it. And when I’m myself again… — she leaned forward slightly, distinctly hearing the fabric of the dress stretch, emphasizing her chest. — …I…

But just as she straightened up, the door behind her swung open sharply. Francine froze, turning, and a man appeared in the doorway. Tall, with a predatory smile on his face and a keen gaze. He wasn’t a stranger—this was Jack, her former friend and colleague, the very one she had fallen out with long before this whole mess with the stone.

— Well, well, — his voice was quiet, but it rang with satisfaction. — I didn’t expect to see you… like this, Francis.

Her heart sank. Did he recognize her? Or was he just guessing? But the most important question—how did he get here?

— Jack… — her voice broke again, and she gritted her teeth, struggling to keep her emotions under control. — What are you doing here?

— I should be the one asking you that, — the smirk on his face widened. — You do know that this artifact didn’t end up with you by accident, right?

She stared at him in horror, trying to comprehend his words. He orchestrated this? Jack? So it wasn’t a coincidence?

— Don’t be afraid, — he took a step forward, and she reflexively backed away, feeling the cold glass of the mirror against her spine. — It’s all over now. Now you… are mine. — His hand reached for Francine’s cheek and touched it. The rough texture of a man’s hand felt repulsive, and she jerked back sharply.

— Get lost! — she clenched her fists but only felt the painful tightness of the dress’s straps. — You think I’ll just let you...

— Let me? — he smirked, reaching out and almost gently touching her chin. — You have no choice, sweetheart. Now you’re just a toy in the hands of the powerful. Get used to it.

These words ignited something cold and furious inside Francine. She clenched her teeth, and fire danced in her eyes. A toy? Weak? No way!

— We’ll see who’s the toy, — she growled through gritted teeth, glaring up at him from under her brows.

Jack laughed, stepping back as if savoring her helplessness. — So bold! — he glanced at her through the mirror’s reflection. — Then go ahead, sweetheart. You have so much to learn.