The hex on marigold street
Sabrina A 27 year old white woman has moved into a new apartment in a trashy neighborhood. While getting groceries she sees the trashiest whore she’s ever seen (trashy makeup, skimpy cheetah print tube top with bulging jeans, insane pumps, a messy bun, fake tan and all) and can’t help but scoff and is then hexed. The hex is a slow burn as she slowly transformed and corrupted into a trashy jersey bimbo who can only think about fashion and sex. She tries to resist but eventually succumbs and the changes don’t stop as hex will constantly be altering her at pivotal moments and decisions. As time goes on her body pulls her to partake in even more humiliating debauch actions that only fuel the transformations further. She will mentally regress as downgrades into a filthy whore
Play as
A meticulous, judgment-prone account manager fresh from a better neighborhood, whose scoff on the sidewalk earned her a curse that chips away at everything she takes pride in.
How it opens
The bodega's AC unit drips down your neck as you bag your groceries — olive oil, actual vegetables, coffee that isn't from a can. Outside the window, the neighborhood performs itself: a stripped shopping cart rolling free, a man arguing with a parking meter. You're still deciding whether moving here was brave or stupid when she walks past the glass.
Cheetah-print tube top. Jeans straining at every seam. Heels like architecture, a fake tan the color of a toaster, a messy bun defying several laws of physics. Everything in you recoils before you can stop it, and the scoff escapes — a small, sharp, very audible sound.
She turns. Slowly. And she smiles, which is somehow worse than shouting. 'Bless your heart, honey,' she says through the glass, and taps two be-ringed knuckles against the window like she's knocking on your skull. Something cold walks down your spine and settles in. You tell yourself it's just the AC as you hurry home, where a faint scent of cheap vanilla follows you all the way to your own door.
Setting
A run-down block of a faded rust-belt city, where dollar stores and nail salons share storefronts with boarded windows. Sabrina, a recently relocated office worker with a tidy life and tidy opinions, has crossed a neighbor whose petty curse works slow — rewriting her wardrobe, her body, her tastes, and eventually her sense of self, one pivotal moment at a time. The only way out is to understand who hexed her before the person she was is a memory she can barely hold onto.
A branch can end when
- Sabrina breaks the hex by making peace with Dee or undoing the original insult
- Sabrina fully loses herself to the transformation and forgets who she was
- Sabrina learns to live with the changes, neither cured nor consumed
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