Oneshot: The Law of the Frat House

Gustavo was the terror of the student house. He was the typical lazy slob: he never washed a single dish, left his clothes scattered all over the living room, and spent his days playing video games while everyone else was buried in their studies.

To make matters worse, he loved getting on Leo’s nerves. Leo was the quietest guy in the house and the only one who actually cooked for everyone.

The final straw came on a Sunday night.

Leo had spent hours preparing dinner, only for Gustavo to finish three plates, drop his fork on the table, and complain through a mouthful of food that it was absolute garbage. If that was what they were going to eat, he said, he would rather starve.

Leo simply gave him a sideways smile.

"Tomorrow, the menu will be exactly your style, smartass."

The next morning, Gustavo woke up to his alarm, but something felt terribly wrong. His body seemed strangely light, while his chest felt unusually heavy.

When he tried to put his feet on the floor, he nearly fell flat on his face.

His feet were trapped inside pink-and-blue stilettos that seemed almost fused to his skin.

Panicking, he ran to the hallway mirror.

The cocky college guy with his permanent five-o’clock shadow was gone.

In his place stood a stunning young woman with wavy brown hair, wearing a frilly blue minidress beneath a perfectly fitted pink apron. Her slender waist and dramatic curves looked like they belonged in a vintage magazine.

Before he could even scream, an overwhelming magical instinct took control of his body.

He was pulled straight into the kitchen.

The place now smelled wonderfully sweet and looked like it had been ripped straight out of a 1950s commercial. His hands moved on their own with almost surgical precision, mixing batter, slicing fruit, and preparing an elaborate breakfast feast.

Gustavo tried to fight it.

But apparently, the new Gustavo had other plans.

A few months passed, and the dynamics of the student house had completely changed.

Gustavo—now affectionately renamed Gabi by the guys—had officially become the house’s resident muse and homemaker.

The place was spotless. Her cooking was so ridiculously good that the guys from the neighboring house started inventing excuses to have lunch there every single day.

The scene every morning was always the same.

Gabi, wearing her impeccable retro uniform, would lean over the pink oven to check on the pastries while her former roommates sat around the table, staring in disbelief at the gorgeous woman who had once been their biggest headache.

In the end, Gustavo learned that he really did need to learn how to cook...

And apparently, serving a bunch of college guys while wearing high heels generated far more engagement than any video game ever could.