Not a bad idea

Jonas pushed open the front door, tossing his keys onto the table by the entrance. He was about to take off his shoes when he froze.

Eliot stood in the middle of the living room, wearing a sheer red nightgown that clung to his — now her — curves. The fabric was delicate, nearly transparent, leaving little to the imagination. Her makeup was subtle but skillfully done, and her hair, once a chaotic mess, now fell in soft waves over her shoulders.

"I'm ready," Eliot said, her voice soft but steady — though a hint of nervousness lingered beneath.

Jonas blinked, startled. "Ready for what?"

"For your idea," Eliot replied with a hesitant smile. "I've been thinking about what you said. Ever since your ex cursed me — turned me into this — it started to make sense. Maybe she wanted me to understand... to live what it's like to be a woman. And maybe, to break the curse, I really do have to go through it all. Including... the romantic part."

"Romantic?" Jonas raised an eyebrow, half confused, half amused.

Eliot took a deep breath. "You suggested it, remember? That maybe, for this to work, I should experience what it's like to be in a relationship as a woman. But going on dates with random guys sounded like a nightmare. Then I thought... who better than you? My best friend. Someone I trust. Someone who actually knows me. Besides... it'd be way more awkward doing this with strangers."

Jonas let out a laugh. "Dude... I mean... girl... I only said that to try and comfort you. I didn’t really think you’d take it seriously. But... I gotta admit, you look... stunning. And, well, she’s my ex now — I’m single."

Eliot’s eyes widened. "Wait... so you only said that because you wanted me to hit on you? Seriously?"

"Yeah," Jonas confessed, shrugging. "But I didn’t think it would work! I never expected to come home and see you like this — all dressed up, looking gorgeous. You even did your makeup?"

"Of course I did," she muttered, looking away. "I wanted to look good. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right. I didn’t want it to feel like some joke. I wanted it to mean something... for you too."

Her voice cracked slightly, and she turned her back, embarrassed. "Honestly, this was stupid. What was I thinking, getting all dressed up for you?"

Jonas stepped closer, smiling gently. "Hey... hold on. You went through all this trouble... you put yourself out there... took a risk. And you know what? Maybe we can try. Let’s not waste it. Let’s see where this goes."

For a moment, everything felt suspended — quiet and uncertain — as they looked at each other, something unspoken passing between them.

What neither of them knew, though, was that the curse still had its rules. One of them, etched silently into the fabric of Eliot’s new reality, remained firm:

The spell would break after a few days — as long as the cursed didn’t kiss someone of the opposite sex.