Flora searched through all the story chapters she'd written, finding that last one about the curse and checking the date. 3 months. 5 months really, since she'd been turned into a unicorn woman. 3 since she'd tried to return the favor on this Lost guy, and... nothing. She sighed, slumping in her chair and then wincing as she pinched her tail again.
She stood up and paced around the room, hoping the clopping sounds wouldn't bother her neighbors, wondering how she could fix this.
This whole curse wasn't really supposed to work... and it certainly wasn't supposed to be a one-off like this. After she'd found out someone had transformed her, the thought was she could just change him too, he'd realize this was legit, and the two of them could... help each other out somehow, maybe? But there was nothing. No new changes, no additions to the story.
Flora made herself another bowl of oatmeal. She still hadn't quite figured out what unicorns were really supposed to eat, but this seemed like the safest bet. She definitely couldn't handle meat anymore. Most veggies were OK too.
First, she worried her... mutual transformer/transformee maybe just... went kinda feral and ran off. She still didn't really know what possessed her to make him some big buff outdoorsy lion exactly, but if it kept him away from his computer, that was a problem. Checking around though, no, he was still writing here and there. The next possibility was probably the scariest. Maybe the curse had only worked on her. She'd typed up all these changes for this other guy, he saw them, but none of them came true, and he wrote the whole thing off as just another story.
She finished the oatmeal and started pacing again, scratching her neck. The weather had started to warm up again, and the fur didn't really help. Putting the air conditoner in her window was too tricky with her hooves, and she didn't want to risk using her telekinesis on something like that. Without feeling the weight it was hard to judge if it wasn't going to fall out. Leaving the windows open was working a bit, especially since she hadn't even thought about throwing any clothes on for months now, but flies kept getting in and swatting them was a pain.
The last thing she thought could have happened is, Lost had changed, he did know why, he did come back, but he just couldn't find the story again. The way the site updated it was so easy to lose things in the shuffle... she sat down and just started gathering her thoughts. Maybe another update would catch his eye? Or catch someone else's. That was a real roll of the dice, but she might get fingers again at least.
Meanwhile, Lost who had been having a hell of a time as a lion man woke up one morning to find his fur had all turned pink overnight.
With one clumsy hand, Flora rubbed her horn for luck, while the other fumbled with her mouse to hit post.