Two years had passed. Christina had all but forgotten about the time she had been looking for a quick kick during lockdown and inserted herself into cyoc. Since then her life had returned to normal, a pattern of working, socialising and dating typical to many women her age living similarly ordinary lives. But ordinary might be something she could only dream of soon.
While she may have thought her impulsive post had been long forgotten, buried deep within cyoc never to haunt her again, there was something she had not properly considered when she had made it. Once you have entered cyoc you can never leave. You are always there to be toyed with by anyone who finds you there. And Christina was about to be exposed again. Who knew what would happen to her when her story resurfaced? Perhaps nothing. Or perhaps her seemingly mundane life was about to take a very strange and probably unwelcome turn.
She could be transformed by anyone in any way their mind could conceive. Or made to do literally anything, even if it seemed impossible. Or meet all manner of strange, magical villains intent on using her as their play toy. She could be cursed in almost limitless ways. Or put into all kinds of humiliating or uncomfortable situations. Or transported into a fairy tale world or some other alternate reality.
In this moment she was blissfully aware of all of these possibilities, of course. But anyone could change that in any way they wanted..