The star of the game

“Fine, I admit it… they do look good. Too good, actually. But I understand why you’re complaining,” she said, calmly crossing her legs. “They’re uncomfortable, they draw attention, they’re hard to match… I get it. Now please, turn me back into your husband. I swear I’ll never try to force my choices on you again. And seriously… why does everything I wear turn into the most exaggerated version possible?”

She gave a small, knowing smile — the kind that said she’d been waiting for that question.

“My love… weren’t you the one who kept saying that if you were a woman, you’d do everything to look attractive? That you’d make the most of your beauty, that you’d turn heads wherever you went? Well then. I simply made you exactly the way you always described. Nothing distorted. Nothing invented. Just… enhanced. Like you said yourself: ‘your new attributes will be a hit.’”

Her smile widened, now carrying a teasing glint.

“And as for the next few weeks… oh, they’re going to be difficult, yes. I’m not undoing anything anytime soon. In fact, don’t even think about canceling your soccer night with your friends.” She lifted a finger, almost like laying down the law. “I forbid it. You’re going just like this.”

He swallowed hard. Showing up looking like that among his buddies felt like a nightmare.

Little did he know that, that very week… he was going to be the star player.

In the most unexpected way imaginable.