gender bender · body horror · witch curse · identity crisis · male to female · magical realism · permanent transformation · psychological · urban fantasy · tragic
The park is golden and still, a late afternoon sun catching the soda can as it arcs from your hand—and misses. It clatters onto the grass, rolling to a stop. You shrug, keep walking. Then behind the bin, a figure stirs. An old woman steps into the light, eyes sharp as flint. She points a gnarled finger at you. "How dare you litter! I curse you from now until you pass!" Her voice cuts through the quiet, leaving only the rustle of leaves and a question hanging in the air between you.