Published: Jan 30, 2024

My eighty-eighth caption.

Frank Patterson is obsessed with exercise, a shill, a social media influencer, and an all-around jerk who believes women are inferior to men. When the sister of one of his high school "flings" confronts him, she decides to give him a taste of what it feels like to be in their shoes.

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Frank Patterson was, by all accounts, one of the worst people you could ever meet, especially in the gym. Frank had always been an asshole, using his natural good looks and muscular body since his high school days to bully those he didn’t like and sleep with countless chicks. Once he graduated, he started to notice the trend in recent years of younger men wishing to improve themselves physically, especially when it came to getting the attention of women. So, he began pushing himself on the internet, using his unfiltered opinions, workout guides, and numerous sponsorships to accumulate a small fortune. He genuinely believed that women were somehow inferior, existing only to be used by strong men like himself. To Frank, a woman’s place was to be used or stay at home to cook, clean, and raise kids while the men earned the money and made all the real important decisions. Despite his backwards attitude, he used his growing influence to gain a substantial following, eventually numbering around 8.3 million followers on his most prolific social media platforms.

One day, while doing his usual routine at his local gym, effortlessly lifting weights in front of a camera in one of the more secluded parts of the building, a woman began to approach him. She had impressive tits, an incredibly well-defined set of legs, and a heart-shaped ass that ticked all of his boxes. When he was done looking at her body, he looked up to see her long, brown hair and green eyes, focused squarely on him. Knowing she was too good to pass up, even in the middle of making one of his videos, he stopped the recording and stood up to give her his full attention. She… didn’t look too happy to see him.

“Hey babe, what brings you to my little corner of the gym?” He greeted with a sleazy smile, leaning against the wall to show off more of his muscles.

“My name is Averi Morrison. I don’t suppose you remember Phoebe Morrison, do you?” She immediately asked, crossing her arms with a stern stare.

Frank thought back on it for a moment, but immediately drew a blank. He had been with too many women over the years to remember all their names. Still, he could tell this beauty was angry about something, and knew playing dumb was usually a way to confuse or obfuscate their anger somewhat.

“Nope, can’t say that I do!” He replied in a cheery tone, hoping that would be enough to disarm her. Unfortunately, his casual tone seemed to only make her angrier. Unexpectedly, she quickly pulled her hand back and slapped Frank hard across the face, the sharp echo of it being heard quite clearly.

“She’s my sister, you bastard! You fucked her in high school, unprotected, then dumped her when she told you she was pregnant!” She yelled, getting even closer to him as several people looked over, having noticed her raised voice. Frank was stunned, he couldn’t believe a woman would just walk up and hit him like this in the middle of his gym! “She was bullied, tormented and eventually had to drop out of high school, all because of you, you piece of shit!”

Frank suddenly remembered her. She was one of the more withdrawn girls he’d dated, the type that looked unassuming on the surface with their baggy clothes and demure expressions, but underneath it all they had an incredible, perfect body. Even though he remembered her, he refused to admit that he had done anything wrong. Bitches like her, especially the sister here, always wanted money, child support, or something from successful guys like himself.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Frank flatly denied, crossing his arms and leaning over the shorter woman slightly. “I’ve never met a ”Phoebe” before in my life, and I’m not going to start giving out money to the first bitch that comes towards me making accusations. Get lost before I call the cops.”

“I’ve seen that disgusting garbage you’ve posted online, you bastard. I’m not going to let you poison more people with your vile shit.” She said, the lights around them dimming and flickering as her eyes began to glow. “Maybe a little time spent in our shoes will teach you what it means to be in her position.”

Suddenly, there was a bright flash. He covered his eyes, but the light quickly faded. Something about him felt… weaker in that moment, as if strength had been sapped from his body. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he immediately noticed was that his hands were smaller, daintier. Even the nails on his fingers were longer. The mint-colored hair that now hung in front of his eyes was the second, and began to instill a slight sense of panic inside him. Something was clearly wrong. Finally, full panic set in when he looked down, seeing two large titties were now hanging where his toned pecs used to be! Frank let out a sharp shriek, only to immediately cover his mouth when he realized he also had the voice of a woman too. Knowing and dreading what this all meant, he grabbed for where his dick was supposed to be, finding it too was completely missing. Frank had become a goddamn woman!

He tried to look around for that crazy witch that had done this to him, Averi he seemed to remember her name was, only to find she had seemingly disappeared. Instead, he found one of the mirror walls, finally seeing his new form in full. He was a complete babe, but if he wanted to fondle some woman’s tits, he wanted them to be on one of them, not him! This was outrageous! Years of work on his body, and now he was just some weak woman…

“Hey babe, I think you might be in the wrong part of the gym.” One of the gym goers, one of Frank’s “fans”, teased the newly-minted woman, looking at Frank much in the same way he would have. “The beginner’s weights are over there, unless you’re looking to spend some time with Frank over there.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Frank immediately denied, trying to play all of this off as he sat down with one of the lighter dumbbells on this side of the gym, trying, and failing to do some proper curls while the “fan” and one of his friends watched her, poking fun at the weak woman. Even something as light as this one felt like a bag of concrete, and Frank was immediately fatigued as she tried to do the simple exercise. It was impossible.

Unbeknownst to Frank, Averi had cursed him with more than womanhood. No matter how hard Frank tried, he’d never build muscle in this new form. In fact, Averi had actually made it so attempting to do so would make her progressively hornier, something the “fans” would be happy to help her with…