Transformations by Ross

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Madeline hadn’t meant to book anything weird. She just wanted to relax. One of those long days—Zoom fatigue, a boardroom full of passive-aggressive backbiting, and that smug little intern who kept calling her “ma’am.” Her temples were throbbing, her back tight from hours hunched in her chair. She deserved a massage. Something decadent. So she scrolled. Yelp. Too boring. Wellness apps. Overpriced. Then a little black and gold app blinked onto her screen. “ Nuru Massage: Tantric Touch Therapy. ” No reviews. No clear pricing. Just a logo: a pair of slick, golden lips whispering into an ear. Normally she’d have laughed it off. But something about it… the way her thumb hovered over the “Book Now” button like it wasn’t hers. Her hand moved without thinking. Click. The confirmation came instantly: Your transformation is scheduled. Wait— transformation? She blinked. Gone. It now said appointment. Probably a glitch. Whatever The building was easy to miss. Tucked between a used book...

The rattling bus door cleared Riley onto the sun-baked asphalt of New Blessings, Alabama. She dropped her duffel bag with a thud, tugged down her mesh crop top that barely contained her perky tits, and grinned at the peeling church sign: New Blessings Baptist "Clean Hands. Pure Hearts. No Exceptions." Riley flipped it a middle finger, her black-painted nail catching the harsh Southern sun. "Not today, fuckers," she murmured, slapping gum against her cheek. The sweet pop echoed off the empty street like a gunshot in the oppressive silence of this godforsaken town. She'd come here with purpose burning in her veins like liquid fire. Three months ago, she'd stolen the ancient vial from her grandmother's occult collection - the Holy Reversal oil that could unlock a person's deepest, most carnal desires while transforming their body to match. Her grandmother had whispered warnings about its power, how it could corrupt entire communities if u...