Breaking the curse was simple. Now Paul was a girl he needed to earn four stars, and he’d change back. A four out of five star rating the tantric warlock had said. For each new sex act he could earn a new magical star tattoo. One for each hand and one for each hole. He just had to decide which two holes would be least disgusting to offer to a guys cock.After finding out he could only get each star once Paul had realised what it would take to do this. The two hand jobs had been gross enough, but the idea of taking a penis inside was too much.But he already had a star on each wrist. The other two had to be from his mouth, pussy or ass. Or he’d be stuck this way forever.