THE NEW CHANCE

I returned to the library, but the time was the same as before. But this time I decided to call the police and tell them about the man who attacked the woman. However, they said it would take 20 minutes for them to arrive, leaving me with only 15 minutes left before the curse would activate.

I quickly closed the library, but then I felt a strange sensation in my chest. I looked down and there were my breasts! I felt like my body was weaker and my hair was longer. A blue screen appeared in front of me and said: "The curse has been activated. You must live as a girl for at least 16 hours."

I was shocked and realized that I had underestimated the challenges of being a woman. But I knew I had to save the woman, so I grabbed a knife from the store and ran to the place where the man had attacked her.

When I arrived, I saw the man looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

"Oh, what do you want?" he sneered.

"I'll take you to her."

I said resolutely. "No, if you make a move, I will attack you. The man was amazed at my courage, but he quickly recovered and began to attack me. When the man attacked me, I already knew he was no ordinary man. He was stronger, faster, and more agile than an ordinary human. And he had a knife, the blade shining in the light.

I was shocked and scared, but I didn't give up. I pulled out my own knife and felt reassured by its familiar weight and balance. I knew I had to be careful, because one wrong move could be fatal.

The man lunged at me with his knife flashing in the light. I dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding his blow. I countered with a quick punch, but he was too fast and it was easily blocked.

We circled each other, clashing knives in a deadly dance. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and my senses heightening as I focused on the fight.

The guy was good, but I was better. Maybe he knew the system, not the technique, and he provided me with some techniques, including the knife technique, so my knowledge was already that of an experienced fighter, and I was one step away from mastering it. I knew all the tricks and techniques. I feinted and parried, flashing my knife in the light, looking for an opening.

And it happened. The guy gave himself a split-second opportunity, and I took advantage of it. I struck quickly, the knife cutting through the air and hitting him in the chest.

He groaned in pain, his eyes widening in shock. Then he collapsed, his body crumpling to the ground.

I stood over him, chest heaving with the effort. I had won, but at what cost? I looked down at the man in a pool of blood on the floor, and I knew I had to get out of here before the police arrived.

I turned and ran, knife in hand. I didn't stop until I was sure I had left the scene of the crime. Then I slowed down, my heart still pounding with excitement. I won that battle, I saved that woman,

but I was totally exhausted so I went back to my room and slept well.

I woke up to find my friend Raj looking at me in shock.

Raj: "Who are you? You are wearing Ayush's clothes…and you are a girl!"

Me: "Hi Raj, I am Aisha, Ayush's sister. We have been in a relationship for a long time. I came here for some work and along with my luggage, my clothes were also stolen.

Raj: How? Me: "Long story, Raj. Let's just say it was my bad luck. But I need your help. Can you help me find a job and settle in this city?"

Raj: "Of course, Aisha. I'm here for you. But... but I want to ask, are you OK? You seem a little shaken up."

Me: "I'm OK, Raj. I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll manage. Thanks for your concern."

Raj: "No problem, Aisha. So, what kind of work are you looking for?"

Me: "I'm not sure. I'm open to everything. But Raj, can I ask you one thing?"

Raj: "Okay, what is it?"

Me: "Can I start a blog?" I've heard this is a great way to share your thoughts and experiences online and make money from your fans."

Raj: "That's a great idea, Aisha!" You're beautiful and talented and I'm sure a lot of people will enjoy reading what you have to say."

Me: "Thanks, Raj. They're very helpful. But what if I'm bad at it?'

Raj: "Nonsense, Aisha! You'll be great and I'll help you every step of the way."

I was surprised by his comment but grateful for the help. When he left for college, I realized that I still had a lot to learn as a woman. But with the help of this system, I was determined to survive another 16 hours of daily life and overcome the challenges that the curse brings.

System: "What kind of blog is this..." Have you spoken to me?"

Me: "This is a way for people to share their thoughts and experiences online and make money while doing it."

System: "Want to try it? I think Raj is telling the truth and it could be a great way to make money and share your story."

Me: "But I'm a boy. I don't know if I can do this as a girl."

System: "Stop calling me System and just call me Arpita. And believe me, you can do it. I will help you." I thought about it for a moment, and then decided to take the plunge. "Okay, Arpita. Let's do it."

And with that, I started my journey as a female blogger, with the help of the system and Raj's support. It was a journey that would change my life forever.