#cursed!gabe

Another onceover of the person in front of him resulted in the following words: “Well, I do see how these jeans are trouble. Cutting into your shapely hips and-“

His reflexes had caught a finger. It had been intent on jabbing his forehead.

The hand – it obviously belonged to… Gabe? Had he heard that right? – got pulled out of his grip and she stared at him.

“Stop”

It took a few very puzzling seconds to pull himself together.

Mazin took a deep breath through the sleeve of his pullover.

It helped. A little.

So, it was something in the air.

Alright.

He started walking.

The living room was bigger. Less close quarters. More air.

And a window. He took a deep breath of the outside air, before he closed it.

That definitely helped.

She smelled of chocolate, he noticed as she came closer, just as irritated-looking, but a little questioning my sanity as well. Well. There was cocoa on his mind. And sweetness. And very alluri-

FOCUS.

He still stood close to the window. Fresh air and all, student homes are cheap.

And she said: “Done?” That was pure irritation in her – HER! – voice. “I need your help. Not some terrible flirting. See, I turned into a woman at du-“

“I noticed, believe me” It was hard not to. And these were men-jeans. And they cut into her hips. It was distracting. Really, everything about her was very distracting.

That half-lidded, angry stare was far more attractive than she likely hoped, because she said in a sharp tone: “That is not helping. I got cursed. Cursed! Can you believe it?! And I need you to get rid of the curse”

“First!” Mazin raised a finger for emphasis, watching this strange Gabriel follow the motion… and then pulled down the jeans, underpants kept in place with his other hand. “Step out of those”

For a moment, Gabriel stared at him, frown so deeply etched in her forehead, it was almost impressive. Mouth opened and closed.

“See? Your hips have li-!“

Slap!

Well. His cheek stung. A bit.

“SNAP out of it. Mazin. This is serious”

He pointed down: “And this is full of pheromones, so away it goes!”

It might be a testament to the absolute insanity of the situation that, after a moment of consideration, she actually followed my instruction and kicked the jeans somewhere towards the floor, looking accusatory at the piece of clothing.

Meanwhile, Mazin could observe the situation and yes, transformation biologically accurate. Must be weird for Gabe.

Ah well. He let himself fall on the sofa… and made a beckoning motion and smiled: “So. C’mere. Sit on my lap and tell me all about the heart you broke and how they decided to punish you for it. And, of course, how I can be of help”

Studying Gabriel’s face, he could read in very bold letters that she regretted calling him.

…

And the Answer was…

RetiredDragon: ‘Hey Mazin, can I ask a favour? Could you come over?’

Oh? Gabe needed a favour?

He wasn’t usually the type to need favours…

After two more seconds of consideration, he shrugged, typed ‘k, cu in 5’ and climbed down his stargazing tree.

Still waters are deep and murky. Maybe he needed to access a Tor-auction of something.

It might be fun. He could be riled up. If the mood was right.

Mazin sauntered over to the history-major’s student home, was glad to find they still hadn’t revoked his rights to access and knocked at the right door in the third floor.

He waited, plucking some of the leaves off his jacket: “Come on, prime angel boy, I’m easily bored!” Just to annoy him, of course, since the door already opened and he could continue: “Heeey there, what’s the proble-“

Huh.

Mazin blinked twice at the figure in front of him.

It was a nice figure, certainly. Most definitely a nice figure.

It had the right hair colour. And the right height – only a head smaller than him. And the right skin and eye colour. Perfectly familiar annoyed-with-Mazin expression as well.

But that F-sized chest was… definitely not planned. Especially as braless as this one.

The pants didn’t sit right. Neither did the shirt, really.

Those were some nice hips, really. Terribly well hidden, but damn.

Just reaching out and grab and pull and-

Mazin shook his head. That was weird. He had to concentrate.

And cause a distraction. For himself. So he called into the flat behind the lady: “HEY GABE, DID YOU LAY YOUR TWIN SISTER?”

Which did NOT go over well with the lady in front of him, who grabbed his collar, pulled him in, shoved him towards the wall on the other side and looked outside if anyone might have heard that.

There was no one, Mazin knew that. But really. The lady was more attractive than he had ever experienced, except… when something strange was afoot.

He needed to concentrate. Still. And NOT on the not-entirely-closed shirt she was wearing. Better on the very-put-upon expression she was wearing, now after she had slammed the door and stared at him.

“Hey there. Gabe called me. I heard there’s a problem”

Maybe his grin was a little too wide. But it was a strange situation.

“Name’s Mazin, by the way…”

He tried a LITTLE bit of respect.

“… or boy toy, whichever you’d rather use”