In the heart of New York City, four high-achieving young men are expelled from their prestigious school and transferred to Lady Harmonia's Academy for Distinguished Young Women. Under Queen Bee Liliana's watchful eye--and the guidance of her three c...
Ethan stood in the middle of Rockefeller Plaza, his arms laden with shopping bags that felt heavier than they should have, weighed down by more than just the luxury clothing inside. Just two days ago, these streets had been familiar—his world, one he'd navigated confidently as himself, as Ethan. Back then, it had been easy. They'd strolled through the city like it was their domain, no pretenses, no disguises. But now... everything felt like a fever dream.
He looked down at the bags in his hands—one overflowing with delicate lace lingerie, another with high-end makeup and perfumes. It felt surreal, like he was standing in someone else's life. He raised his gaze and scanned the group, his friends—no, his fellow prisoners in this twisted transformation—moving about Rockefeller Plaza like they belonged here. Like they were the women their reflection showed them to be.
Tyler laughed as Izzy whispered something into his ear, the dark waves of his hair catching the sunlight as he adjusted the straps of his latest designer bag. Nate—Natalia—was engrossed in conversation with Bianca, discussing yet another luxury coat they'd picked out, the soft tones of their voices so natural, it almost made Ethan's stomach turn. And then there was Jace, his posture tall, elegant, the way he carried herself with an ease that was both unsettling and fascinating. The bags dangling from his wrist weren't just accessories—they were trophies, symbols of how much they'd all changed.
Ethan's own reflection in the windows of the boutiques showed the same thing—a woman. A beautiful, put-together woman in a sleek outfit, with hair that had taken hours to style and makeup meticulously applied to make him look flawless. And that's what terrified him most. It had worked. They were becoming these people Liliana wanted them to be.
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He squeezed the handles of his bags tighter, his jaw clenching as the weight of it all settled on his shoulders. Two days ago, they were just four guys, walking these same streets without a care. And now, they were... this. Luxurious, feminine, and undeniably gorgeous.
But it wasn't just the transformation that scared Ethan—it was how easy it was starting to feel. How, for a moment, as he looked around at his friends, he almost didn't see the men they used to be. Just women, navigating this strange, unfamiliar world with bags full of makeup, underwear, and clothes that clung to their bodies in ways that made them look perfect.
Ethan shook his head, trying to shake off the growing sense of unease.
Ethan found himself trudging along the crowded sidewalks of Fifth Avenue, the sun casting long shadows as it began its slow descent into the late summer sky. The streets were packed with tourists, their cameras flashing, their voices rising in a cacophony of excitement and unfamiliar languages. Normally, this kind of hustle and bustle would have barely registered with him. But now, every step felt heavier, every glance from strangers felt sharper. The bags in his hands seemed to multiply, weighing him down with each store they entered.
He walked alongside Tyler, who was still buzzing with energy, chatting animatedly with Izzy about some boots he'd seen in a window. Nate, ever the meticulous one, was ahead with Bianca, pointing out fabrics and designs with the kind of enthusiasm Ethan used to see when Nate was sketching his fashion concepts. And Jace was walking with a grace that Ethan couldn't help but envy, her arms full of bags, yet still managing to look poised and confident.
