"A woman's place is in the kitchen~She must prepare dinner without Ditchin'"
"Wat, what was that?" John yelled! He felt like a screen was flashing inside his eyes but couldn't see from where. He backed up and his feet became dainty rubbery heels, permanently etched to his feet. Gigglish voices and female thoughts began flowing in, he couldn't tell where the voices began and his own thoughts ended.
"A proper girl must show respect, less her man begin to defect."
"Stop it!"
"Good girls don't let their ankles show, so proper ladyhood their spouses will know!"
"Don't-"
"Apply lipstick fondly, prim and pretty! Don't look like some slut all course and gritty."
"A woman needs no motivation, being beautiful alone will give her inspiration!"
"Do not defy your man, dad or mother, their love is all you need, no other."
"Do this!" His hair grew out long and thick, a woman's apron appeared on him. His elbows were covered in poofy sleeves and his chest felt like it was constrained by a corset.
"Do not worry about a career, pleasing your master will let you persevere!"
He couldn't hold onto himself anymore, the chanting was crowding out his thoughts. "Where is it coming from? What do I punch, WHO do I kill? Make it- must pose pretty, look so hot and cute, adorable and witty! I feel like such a wonderful girl! When all is done my skirt I'll give a twirl. No!"
Carol spoke into the speakers.
"Have you finally understood yet? Absolutely nowhere. Not in a physical location you could see, know about or ever comprehend anyway."
John's body was forced to stand straight. He was nearly completely feminized, his posture, forced pretty smile and demeanor starting to apply the icing on the cake of his new female self. "What?"
"A good girl does not ask questions. She only learns pretty things and beauty lessons!"
Carol chuckled. "It's a phenomenon from outside space, time, or the known universe. You cannot defeat it. You cannot kill it, stop it, or really do anything unless you can get out of the way in time. Which you didn't so- that's it. You're done. Game over. You're super mario and just fell into a world with all lava and endless pits. Hope you don't mind the frills."
A thousand feminine mantras crammed themselves into John's changing psyche. His body became small and petite, a paper fan appeared into his dainty gloved hand. A bright pink flash shot out and 'John' was no more. Carol figured she'd atleast watch the finished result before letting him, now no doubt her out.
