(Caption) Male Bet

He sat at the deepest VIP table in the casino, his chips long since swept into nothing. Pockets empty, cards maxed out, even his watch pawned. The bunny girl dealer leaned forward with a smile, golden hair sliding over her shoulder like silk, half-covering her snow-white cleavage. She tapped the table lightly with her fingertip, voice sweet enough to rot teeth: "No money? That's fine. We can still bet something bigger... like your male identity."

He was too drunk to care, brain buzzing with the single thought of one last comeback. He nodded and pushed forward an empty hand: "Deal."

First hand lost. His short hair suddenly grew on its own, yanked by invisible hands, spilling from his ears down to his waist in soft, glossy gold with natural inward curls. Second hand lost. In the mirror, his lashes lengthened and curled, eyeliner drew itself in a teasing arc, pupils turned amber, lips glazed cherry red. Third hand, his fingers trembled over the cards, yet his nails shot out long and glossy wine-red.

Fourth hand over, he looked down: his chest swelled, shirt buttons popping, revealing full curves bound tight in black lace and crimson satin ribbon. Waist cinched, hips forcibly lifted, a leather microskirt slapped into place at the very top of his thighs, barely hiding black garter straps. Ankles locked as glossy 12-cm stiletto boots zipped themselves up his legs.

He opened his mouth to protest and heard a sugary "Oopsie~" slip out, the tail end a hook. Bunny ears headband snapped onto his head, bow digging into his scalp. The person in the mirror winked at him, tongue gliding over glossy lips, throwing a sultry bedroom gaze - that was no longer him.

Final hand. She didn't even look at her cards, just giggled and pushed them forward with a smile. The other bunny girls swarmed in, affectionately adjusting her overflowing neckline, tucking golden strands behind her ear. She tittered, picked up her tray, hips swaying as she click-clacked toward the next table in those sky-high heels.

She bent close to a new gambler's ear, breath warm: "Sir, care to play another round? Losing is fine... we accept much bigger things as payment~"

Chips began flowing again under the lights that glittered on her wet lipstick. The bunny girl's smile was flawless. No one remembered that, just hours ago, a man had been sitting in that same seat.