Become what you hate: Cursed by an escort
Jess and Leo are out for a quiet date night at a nice restaurant when two loud, flashy escorts sit at the next table. Jess rolls her eyes in open judgment. One of the women notices, locks eyes with her, and quietly places a curse on Jess: she will slowly become exactly like them.
Play as
ess is in her mid-20s, normally understated and a bit judgmental. She dresses modestly, wears minimal makeup, and isn’t particularly sexual or materialistic. She values her relationship with Leo and sees herself as “better” than the loud, flashy escorts she looks down on. The curse forces her body, appearance, voice, posture, and eventually her desires and values to become the complete opposite of who she was.
How it opens
The restaurant was the kind of place that charged too much for small plates and dim lighting. Soft jazz drifted under the low murmur of conversation. Candles flickered on white tablecloths. Jess had chosen a simple black dress that hugged her waist just enough to feel special without trying too hard. Leo sat across from her, sleeves rolled, smiling the way he did when he was actually present.
They were halfway through the appetizer when the noise arrived.
Two women dropped into the booth right beside them, laughing too loud, perfume sharp and sweet. Short skirts, high heels, tops that left almost nothing to the imagination. One had platinum hair that fell in deliberate waves; the other wore a tight red dress that rode high when she sat. They ordered cocktails by brand and volume, then started trading stories about clients and rates without lowering their voices.
Jess’s fork paused. She glanced sideways, then back at Leo, and rolled her eyes—quick, sharp, unmistakable.
The platinum blonde caught it.
She went quiet for half a second. Then she smiled. Not the friendly kind. The kind that said she’d decided something.
While her friend kept talking, the blonde leaned just far enough that her elbow brushed the edge of their table. She locked eyes with Jess and murmured something under her breath, soft enough that only the two of them could hear it. The words didn’t sound like English. A strange, prickling heat slid across the back of Jess’s neck and settled low in her stomach.
The blonde sat back, still smiling, and turned to her friend as if nothing had happened.
Jess blinked. The feeling faded almost as fast as it came. She shook her head and reached for her wine.
“You okay?” Leo asked.
“Yeah. Just… some people.” She forced a small laugh and tried to focus on him again.
Across the aisle, the two women ordered another round and laughed even louder. Jess told herself she was fine. The evening would continue the way it was supposed to.
She didn’t notice the way her posture had already shifted a fraction—shoulders a little looser, chin tilted just slightly higher. Or the faint warmth still lingering under her skin.
The curse had already begun.
Setting
A stylish mid-range restaurant in the city, followed by the surrounding streets at night, then Jess and Leo’s apartment. The story moves from a normal date-night environment into increasingly public and intimate spaces as the curse takes hold.
A branch can end when
- Jess fully accepts her new body, appearance, and escort mindset.
- She prioritizes money, sex, and looking good above everything else.
- She leaves Leo (and her old life) behind without regret.
- Final state: she looks at her transformed reflection and feels genuine pride and happiness.
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