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Know Your Curse

Dave now knew he had made a terrible mistake. A mistake that was likely to kill him. Dave had been growing resentful of Tim, his roommate and one time friend and his success with women, when he found the ancient manuscript. Though only half understanding the poorly translated text, Dave was able to determine it was a book of ancient curses. Then one evening while Dave sat studying the manuscript, Tim walked through and announced he had another date that night. In a fit of jealous pique, Dave cast a random curse from the manuscript at Tim. To Dave’s delight, the curse took and Tim was changed into a woman. She was blonde and curvy, busty and insatiable and Dave took her there on the floor. In fact, he took her repeatedly. Like a junkie needs his heroin, Dave needed Tim’s pussy. He couldn’t stop if he wanted too. Which he didn’t. For days they fucked. Never stopping. Not for food or rest. But where Tim seemed to thrive on the constant influx of Dave’s semen, Dave began to wither away. He lost nearly 60 pounds, yet he fucked on. He became pale and anemic as blood was shunted from the rest of his body to feed his engorged cock. Now he was developing chest pains. To late, Dave realized the true nature of the curse and that was to get exactly what you think you want.

Loving A Witch

My wife is beautiful, loving, caring, smart and my best friend. Oh! And did I mention, she’s also a witch. That’s right, I said witch, with a W. A broom riding, cauldron stirring, spell casting WITCH. Not that it’s obvious. It’s not like she keeps her cauldron on the stove or raises black cats in the back yard. In fact, she never does magic at home. Well, except for some very realistic role play in the bedroom, but we won’t get into that. We had been married nearly a year when I came in to find Diana, that’s my wife’s name, looking nervous. I sat next to her and asked what’s wrong. She gave me a nervous smile and said, “Dave, next week is Halloween and the coven is having its annual party. It’s the only time we’re allowed to bring our husbands.” I hugged her, “Honey, Of course I’ll go to the party with you.” She shook her head and said, “You don’t understand, the rules of the coven still apply and even then, no men can enter the house.” I looked at her, “So you would have to change me into a girl for the party? Heh, heh, well it won’t exactly be the first time now would it. I’ll just think of it as a very realistic Halloween costume.” Diana was shaking her head, “I won’t have to. When we enter, the spell on the house will take care of that. But Dave, that’s not all. Everyone must be nude!” Now that stopped me. I looked at my wife and the tears starting to form and said, “This is really important to you, isn’t it?” At her tearful nod, I hugged her tighter, “I’ll do it for you, Honey. If it gets to uncomfortable, we can always leave early.” The look of delight on her face as she hugged me back proved I had made the right choice.
On Halloween night, we pulled up in front of a huge mansion. “This is where your coven meets?” I asked in awe. “Yes. It belongs the Morgana and her husband Harold. Morgana is the head of the coven and the most powerful witch in years. Come on. I can’t wait to show you off.” As we approached the door, it opened automatically and when we entered I felt a tingle and a draft. I looked down to see I was now most definitely a girl and a naked one at that. I looked at Diana and was shocked to find she was huge. My 5’8” wife had become a veritable amazon. “Honey”, I whispered, “Why are you so big” She just laughed,” I’m not silly, you’re smaller. It’s the magic. The more powerful the witch, the more petite and feminine it makes the husband.” I had no idea my wife was this powerful. I was tiny! We joined the party and in spite of myself, I found I was having a good time. There were naked women everywhere. Most accompanied by smaller women of varying sizes though none were as small as me. My respect for my wife grew as the night went on. We were sitting at a table having a drink when I saw my wife tense up. She whispered to me, “It’s Morgana and her husband Harold.” I looked around in time to see entering the room beautiful dark haired woman who appeared to be in her mid 30’s. Accompanying her was the tiniest, most feminine woman I had ever seen. She was positively elfin. “That’s her husband?” I whispered. “What’s he like in real life?” My wife just nodded, “Harold played linebacker for Alabama in college to answer your question. I told you Morgana was powerful.” I had to agree. She entered the room like a force of nature. You could almost feel the energy. Then she spotted us and yelled across the room. “DIANA!” and with Harold in tow headed toward us. “Diana. I’m so glad you could come. You remember Harold? And this must be Dave. He’s just gorgeous!” I couldn’t help it. In this woman’s presence, I blushed like a school girl. “Oh Diana, he’s darling!” Then she seemed to consider something and making up her mind said, “Diana. You’ve always liked Harold. Let’s trade for the evening!” Surprised, I looked at my wife and saw pleading in the look she gave back to me. I knew enough to know it was a huge honor for Morgana to offer to trade Harold for the evening and my wife’s status would rise greatly in the coven. Reluctantly I nodded my acceptance. Diana smiled and said, “We accept.” Morgana yelled out, “Great!” and with that literally picked up Harold and dropped him in Diana’s lap. She then pulled me from my chair and said, “Grab a bottle honey and let’s go find some place more private.” As we started up the stairs, Morgana’s arm possessively around my wait, I glanced back at my wife who still sat there with the diminutive Harold in her lap and she gave me a wink. I turned back to Morgana who was saying, “Oh Honey. We’re going to have so much fun. I have a brand-new strap on I’ve just been dying to try out.” I gave a sigh. The prices we pay for loving a witch.

Quit Talking

It was the darnedest thing. I went in the hotel bar for a quick drink after our meeting and there she sat. We made eye contact and she motioned me over. She was a little older than I usually go for, but she was all alone at a table. We chatted for a while, I don’t remember what about. She seemed nice enough and, for an older lady, was attractive and in good shape. I don’t know what happened but suddenly I watched my body get up and leave the bar, only I wasn’t in it. Somehow we had traded bodies. I went to my room but didn’t have my key anymore so I thought of you and came here. This body is in good shape, I certainly am an attractive woman now, and the strangest thing is the thoughts that keep going through my mind about men, I mean only 30 minutes ago I was a man and never thought of men that way, Does that make me gay? I guess not since I’m a woman now, I guess I’d be gay if I now found women attractive, what do you think? Read more

The Way To A Man’s Heart

In the months following the Great Shift, Dave had come to embrace his new femininity. One of the things he’d learned was the surest way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Of course, having a great pair of tits didn’t hurt either.

So Be It

The platinum blonde beauty held my chin up with one finger as she examined my new face. “You intrigue me Dave. You knew I was a witch, yet you approached me anyway. And knowing what I am and what I’m capable of, you accepted my offer anyway. That makes you either very brave or a fool. Which is it Dave?” I looked her in the eye, “I’m no braver than the next man Morgana, but You would give yourself to me to do with as I would for one night in exchange for me giving myself to you to do with what you would forever. Oh Morgana, I’ve watched and loved you from afar and for one night with you I gladly risk all that I am or will ever be. If that makes me a fool, then so be it. She studied me intensely. “Most men are beasts and I change them accordingly, but you were gentle and caring. I see in you a beautiful soul so I have changed your form to match. I prefer women, so a beautiful woman you will remain.” I just nodded and said, “As man , woman or beast, I shall love you always.” She smiled and kissed me, “Then stay with me and we will see what comes of this together.”

Say It Better

Dave stared in bemusement at the lipstick ring on his coffee cup. To him, that more than the long hair on his head or his shapely butt or the high heels on his feet said he was all woman now. At a soft snore from the bedroom, he looked up. Then glancing once more at the cup, he smiled. Well there might be one place a lipstick ring will say it better, as she went to wake her lover in a way they would both enjoy.

The Price

“Sugar, you sure you want to do this?” The skinny white boy just grinned and nodded. “You ever had a woman before?” He frowned and shook his head. “And you want Mama Jolene to be your first? That’s sweet, but you understand my price don’t you? We do this and you got to be one of Mama Jolene’s girls for a year and a day. You’ll have a pair of big ole titties and a wet coochie of your own. You’ll entertain the men and their big ole dicks night and day. And you’ll do all this just for one night with Mama Jolene?” He just grinned bigger and nodded harder. “Oh sugar, come to Mama Jolene. You gonna make one fine HO.”

Middle of Nowhere, Montana

Where am I? What am I doing here? All I remember is walking. Why am I naked? I’m, I’m a girl? Why is a naked girl walking all alone in the middle of no where? How did I get here? I can’t remember! Do I remember my name? Amanda? That sounds right. Why can’t I remember anything else? A road! Maybe it will lead somewhere. Somewhere I can get answers. An old pick up truck is stopping. An old man is getting out. Read more

Don’t Laugh

While our wives were out shopping, my new neighbor and I sat in my kitchen getting acquainted. I laughed out loud when he told me he was a powerful wizard. I’m not laughing now, as he takes me on my own kitchen counter, As a woman!