Slut. It was an absolutely hateful word, and one Betty didn't even deserve. She had only fucked one guy in her life, Joe, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut and now everyone, boy and girl alike, was treating her like trash. And she had seen it happen to enough girls that she knew there was no real way to shut it down other than moving across the country, and she knew she couldn't talk her parents into that. She wouldn't be able to leave and go to college for three years.
So that left really only one option. Betty took a bus into the city with her grandmother's diamond necklace stuffed in her purse. Naturally some creepy guy started hitting on her on the bus, but she grit her teeth. Won't be long before creepy guys weren't a problem.
There it was, the Temple of Divine Manhood. Goodbye, boobs, Betty muttered. She took a deep breath and strode into the Temple.
Losing the necklace was going to hurt, but she wasn't going to have much use for it, and like everybody said, it wasn't a sacrifice if it didn't hurt. Betty laid it on the altar. The necklace disappeared and the change happened instantaneously.
The burly youth flexed his muscles. When he got back, he thought, the first thing he would do is beat the crap out of Joe.