C.C. Helios sat in her corner office at AeAeA Men's Collection, her feet kicked up on her desk. Her job had never been easier, and men had never been more pliable.
After millennia of tricking men into coming to her island in order to transform them and punish them for their crimes, the Greek goddess Circe realized that she could bring men to her with all of their complaints. In the 2000s, Circe realized that men weren't getting any better, and the easiest way to change that would be to take on as many men as possible, to show them what they really were. So she did what anyone seeing to ruin lives in the new century does: she started a massive business and made money off of the suffering of others.
AeAeA's business plan is simple: 100% satisfaction, guaranteed. No matter what you get, you'll like it. And if it is the wrong size or shape or color or gender or breed or age or whatever for you, then C.C. Helios promises that you will change to love it. So every time a man returns to the AeAeA website to complain, C.C. makes them happy. One way or another.
C.C. typed at her computer that afternoon, finishing up a few final offers. A few small enchantments and clothes could make and send themselves, and it was up to the men to come back and complain about something. And they always did, of course. For every five "wrong" products that AeAeA shipped, C.C. knew that she would have probably four of them complain. The others, the weak and worthless to begin with, didn't have the backbone to fight, which obviously made C.C.'s job that much easier. And business was booming by this point because for all anyone ever knew people always at least grew to love their product, one way or another. And even if people did have the sense to complain, AeAeA would keep sending clothes until the man was finally "happy."
C.C. finished what should have been her last job of the day, and looked over the past hour's work. There was the now-former college professor in Tulsa, Oklahoma who received an "I'm With Stupid ↑" shirt. There was also the suddenly-114 lb quarterback whose recent order of 200-pound weights instead came with a set of 2-pound weights. And C.C. chuckled at her handy work in swapping the orders for a father's extra-large Hawaiian shirt with his son's prom tuxedo, resulting in some truly upended relationships.
C.C. prepared to turn off her computer when one final complaint came across her desktop. A wicked grin slipped across her face as she read the latest complaint. She couldn't wait to see what came next.