The following morning, Kate and Stanley woke up and took a shower together. Kate noticed that Stanley’s hair looked longer, and his face appeared more clean-shaven than usual. Stanley, on the other hand, noticed that Kate’s breasts seemed fuller. Neither of them mentioned the changes during breakfast.
Afterwards, Kate drove Stanley to the hospital, where he worked as a nurse. They kissed goodbye, and she headed to her own job just a few blocks away.
Kate was a structural engineer at a company specializing in warehouses and industrial buildings. It was a field traditionally dominated by men, but she didn’t mind being the only female engineer on her team. A bit of a tomboy, she never wore dresses, skirts, or makeup, preferring instead to blend in with her male colleagues. Most of them respected her, though a few had tried flirting, in vain: Kate simply ignored them.
That said, she’d long harbored a quiet crush on her handsome boss, Jake O’Brian. She sometimes imagined cheating on Stanley with him. And while Jake was married, he seemed to flirt just enough to keep the fantasy alive. But that morning, when Jake stopped by her office, something had changed. Kate didn’t feel anything. In fact, she wondered how she’d ever found him attractive. In her eyes now, he was just another man: ordinary, dull, and uninspiring. Later, however, she found herself admiring the receptionist’s dress—and her figure. On impulse, she even complimented her.
That surprised Kate. Maybe, she thought, that weird video from last night had messed with her head. She suspected her best friend Annie might’ve been behind the prank, so she texted her and invited her out for a drink after work.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Stanley’s day was mostly routine, except for one peculiar thing. Every time he spoke with a female patient or colleague, he found himself wondering: Is she a lesbian? He became hyper-aware of the women around him: their voices, their movements, their clothing, even their perfume.
During his lunch break, he tried searching online for “The Cult of Lesbos,” but found almost nothing—except for a strange webpage asking for his email address to receive a newsletter. Curious, he entered his email and went back to work.
Later that afternoon, he got a text from Kate:
“Grabbing a drink with Annie after work. Don’t wait for me ❤️”
Stanley didn’t mind. In fact, he was curious to check his inbox. Sure enough, the second email had arrived.
The new video once again featured the same woman: Emily. This time, she wore a sleek black bikini. She spoke less than before and danced more. The dance was slow, sensual, and hypnotic. Stanley couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched until the end… then played it again. And again.
Without hesitation, he opened a new tab and searched for lesbian porn.
As he watched, he muttered to himself: “Girl-on-girl is so hot. I’m sure every guy secretly watches this stuff…”
He began to touch himself, his arousal intensifying. What he didn’t notice was that his body had started to change. His hair grew past his shoulders. His skin became soft and smooth. His face took on a rounder, more feminine shape. And just as he climaxed (watching a wild lesbian orgy) his penis visibly shrank, reduced to half its original size.
Before he could process what had happened, or clean up the mess, he heard the front door open. Kate was home.
Stanley scrambled to pause the video, but then the bedroom door opened. To his surprise, Kate was standing there, completely naked.