The Curse of Femininity

The scenario is, Chris and his friends are on vacation from Sunderland university to Malibu Beach, once there Chris insults a fat girl and she curses him. Every day over a week, Chris became more feminine in appearence, and worst of all, nobody noticed. As far as they were concerned, she was Christine the engineering student who got Chris for short. On the 7th day, Chris wakes up a man again and then this time, it happens again. It all started when he woke up. [OOC: The big transformation only happens on day 7, days one to 6 Chris wakes up slightly more feminine, do not do the big transformation until day 7] BOLTING UPRIGHT IN bed, Chris abruptly awoke drenched in his own sweat. His mind grasping at memories to help fill the void in his head. It was morning and he was in the condo… but he had no idea how he got there. He struggled to recall his last memory, and when it finally came to him he stopped breathing.

The mirror… the reflection… his reflection!!

Before he took another breath, his hands moved to his chest and felt… nothing. Nothing other than his normal, furry male pecs. Throwing off the sheets and running to the mirror he saw the same person that had graced every mirror for the last 22 years. Chris was so happy, he almost cried.

"Could it have been a dream?" he wondered to himself.

But it was all so real!

Whatever the case, it was over. The fat girl and her curse had either run their course or were nothing more than a twisted nightmare. He still had three days left of his vacation, and now he could enjoy them unencumbered by worry.

A long, leisurely shower gave Lyle the time to plan his next few days. His primary concerns were how to bag as many babes as possible. By the time he eventually returned to work, he’d be revitalized and rejuvenated… all ready for a whole new round of screwing his idiot coworkers.

Without warning, Chris felt a wave of nausea and dizziness and he stumbled against the bed. For an instant he thought he could hear a woman’s mocking laughter in the distance, but before he could concentrate on it, his entire body seized up in one big muscle spasm. With no control over his own body, Lyle stood helplessly in the middle of the room while every muscle in his body was being randomly kneaded and twisted by some unknown force. Soon enough, however, the purpose of the spasms became clear as he felt his body changing shape. Although he couldn’t see what was happening, he knew all too well what was going on.

It hadn’t been a dream! The curse was real and she obviously wasn’t done with him yet. Rendered motionless by the curse, Chris was helpless to do anything as he swiftly and effortlessly changed back into the blonde beauty he had seen in the storefront window. But this time it wasn’t happening while he slept. He was conscious of every physical change… feeling annoyed at the tickling of his now blonde hair as it grew past his shoulders; straining to force his head downward as his chest pillowed outward; and inwardly screaming as he felt his manhood being sucked into his body.

All too quickly, the changes stopped and Chris felt control returning to his body. Slowly stepping to the mirror, Chris was stunned to see that the woman looking back was not the same one he had seen in the mirror last night. It seemed the first time was merely a test of transformation magic, because now the witch had gotten it dead on perfect! The vision looking back at him was nothing less than a sexual goddess! She was still a gorgeous blonde, but "gorgeous" was a severe understatement. She was tall, tanned, and toned… atop a pair of long, "wrap-around-you-and-squeeze-the-cum-out-of-you" legs. Her perfect teardrop-shaped ass was beautifully contrasted by her tight, wasp-thin waist. Long blonde hair framed a face that redefined beautiful. The combination of smoky blue eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips guaranteed to weaken the knees of any male who gazed upon that face.

Then there were the tits.

No, not breasts… these were tits! Like overripe grapefruit that had never heard of Newton, those spherical delicacies proudly presented themselves to any and all who wished to test their fleshy perfection.

Since this change had happened so suddenly, Chris didn’t have the time to get pissed. Instead, he was shocked, amazed… and more than a little aroused! Instinctively, his hands went straight for the tits, eager to test their firmness. However, instead of the usual gratification from squeezing a perfect pair of tits, he received an even more pleasant surprise. The groping of his creamy orbs was producing intoxicating sensations that he had never experienced before. The feeling was incredible! It was amazing how sensitive they were and the way his entire body was responding.

"Jesus!" Chris whispered to no one in particular. "If the tits feel this good, I wonder what would happen if I…"

His voice trailed off as one of his hands disengaged from its respective tit and migrated south. When it reached the edge of the small blonde patch that encircled the target, it hesitated… briefly. After one long breath of anticipation, his fingers penetrated through the short, blonde curls and the outer lips into the warm, moist region within.

The intense shudder of unexpected pleasure cascaded through his body, almost causing him to puncture a tit with the long, manicured nails that were still groping it.

For an instant, Chris’ mind debated whether or not to continue. Part of him was reluctant or afraid to continue. He wanted to stop this before it got too far, go find that bitch Zeta, and get this all over with once and for all.

Another part of him, though, didn’t see the harm in getting the most out of a bad situation by continuing what he’d already started. He could, after all, go after the fat girl later.