Some like the SRU wizard. I've sort of spun up my own version - a gypsy
woman named Madam Zelda. She is sometimes helpful, sometimes nasty,
and always has some gender-bending effect. I hope you like it. (My first
story, entitled Fraternity Drag Ball, featured Madam Zelda. Look for her in
future stories. I like her style...)
I do like feedback from readers. Leave comments, or e-mail me at
[email protected]
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The Reverse Curse
Tim Larson smiled to himself in anticipation. The West-Tech lothario was
about to strike again. His reputation on campus was almost legendary -
certainly so among his fraternity brothers. But that had its drawbacks too.
Getting a date with a co-ed was next to impossible. They all knew his
reputation. Even though Tim was considered attractive by the girls, and a
smooth talker, his reputation for conquests scared most of them off.
And so he considered himself lucky to have met his next victim. Browsing in
a new little curiosity shop, Madam Zelda's, he happened on a lovely little
assistant, Nikki. It turned out she was Madam Zelda's daughter. But when
Tim went to pick up Nikki, Madam Zelda greeted him at the door. Gold-
capped teeth, long dark hair, kerchief, swirling Gypsy clothes - she looked
the part of a gypsy fortune teller. "My daughter is not one of your usual
toys," Madam Zelda hissed at him.
Tim was taken aback. He felt a sudden chill, as if Madam Zelda had just
gazed into his soul. "Okay," he answered nervously. Then Nikki came out
the door, and Tim's breath was taken away. At the shop, she had looked the
part of a gypsy, like her mom. But now - she was a knockout. Tim's heart
raced as he thought of fondling her ample bosom, and of what delights
awaited him in her panties. As he opened the car door for Nikki, he glanced
over his shoulder, and saw Madam Zelda giving him a look which almost
unnerved Tim.
But the night had gone according to plan. A nice dinner, a romantic movie
(Tim hated them, but it did seem to put women in the mood), and a quiet
stroll on the beach. And before Nikki knew it, she and Tim were rolling in
the sand, kissing. As Tim's hand began to fondle Nikki's boobs, he heard a
sudden noise, like a gypsy's cackling laugh. Tim sat up, startled. "What
was that?" he asked nervously.
Nikki giggled as she pulled Tim back toward her. "I didn't hear anything."
She grasped Tim's hand and placed it back on her boob. "You're just
nervous 'cause of Mom."
Tim let Nikki settle his mind. Besides, there were more important things -
like getting in Nikki's panties.
*******************
Tim gave Nikki a long, deep kiss before he crawled out of the car. She had
been easy, and very willing. And pretty good, too, he thought. Quickly, he
circled the car and opened her door. A quick walk to the porch, then stop for
another deep passionate kiss.
And the door opened suddenly, flooding Tim with light bright enough to
momentarily blind him. "In the house," Madam Zelda's voice commanded.
As if stung, Nikki practically leaped through the door, leaving Tim alone on
the porch facing Madam Zelda.
"So," she cackled ominously, "you decided to ignore my warning?"
Tim shivered nervously. "She is over 18," Tim said timidly as he tried to
turn to leave.
"Stop!" Madam Zelda commanded. And Tim froze in place, unable to move,
even though getting away from the old gypsy was all he wanted to do. "You
and your games! You treat my daughter like you treat all women - for your
pleasure alone!"
"That's not true," Tim protested weakly, knowing that it was.
The old gypsy tipped back her head and cackled. "Madam Zelda knows all.
Madam Zelda knows how you treat women. It is of no concern how you
treat other girls." Tim started to breathe a sigh of relief. "But my daughter is
not other girls!" Madam Zelda hissed.
Tim gulped. This woman was getting scary, and he wanted more than
anything to leave. "What are you going to do, kill me?" Tim managed to ask,
afraid of what the answer might be.
The old gypsy laughed the wicked laugh again. "Kill you? Oh, no, Tim
Larson. But for a lover-boy like yourself, your fate may make you wish I
had!" And suddenly, Madam Zelda's hands danced in a frantic motion as she
incanted something strange. She brought her hands together, and a glowing
firefly of light appeared at her fingertips, then leaped into Tim's chest.
Tim stood, dazed, frightened beyond belief, staring at the point on his chest
where the light had struck him. He looked back up, toward the old woman.
But she was gone - as if she had never been there. The porch was dark, the
house lights were all off. Tim suppressed a shudder, then crawled back into
his car. All the way back to the frat house, he glanced nervously in the
mirror, flinched at the way the breeze made the shadows dance eerily on the
road, unable to shake the feeling that something was following him. Finally,
he made it back okay, and breathed a sigh of relief as he let himself into his
own room.
Tim's roommate, Rod Jones, was sprawled on his bed, oblivious to the
world. Probably another wild party, Tim thought. At least he'd never
upchucked in their room. Tim didn't turn the lights on, preferring not to
wake Rod. Instead, he stripped to his shorts and slipped into bed.
"So how was she?" Rod called out softly. He hadn't been asleep. Or passed
out.
Tim shuddered. "Okay, I guess."
"Okay? Okay?" Rod asked in disbelief. "That's all you can say? The man
who usually describes every detail? Every curve? Okay?"
Tim picked himself up on one elbow. "She was nice. And good." He
flopped back on his bed, sighing heavily.
Rod was now curious. "So what else?" He propped himself up. "Man,
you're acting like you're either in love, or totally rattled."
Tim flinched inwardly. "Her mom was really spooky," he finally said.
"Some gypsy lady. Runs a little curiosity shop. She got really upset with
me."
Rod's eyes were wide open. "Madam Zelda?"
"How did you know?"
Rod bit his lip. "Tim, old boy, you may have bitten off more than you can
chew with this one. There's some pretty strange tales going around about
Madam Zelda." He lowered his voice. "Some black magic, they say."
Tim felt the goosebumps raise on his arms, felt the hairs on his neck raise.
Rod was about as skeptical as you could imagine. For him to sound nervous
meant one of two things - one, he was in on the gag to get Tim's goat, or
two, there really was something to the 'curse'.
******************
Tim woke late and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Rod was already
gone - probably down to the shop to work on his car. Tim suddenly
remembered the night's events, and he shuddered. He glanced at himself
nervously to reassure himself that it had been a dream. But everything
seemed to be in order. Even his precious equipment seemed none the worse
for wear. Tim grabbed his towel and headed for the shower.
After toweling himself off, Tim pulled on some casual clothes. Already, he
was feeling less frightened about the old gypsy. As he turned to leave the
room, hoping to find something in the kitchen, he happened to glance at
Rod's prize poster.
Rod had met a world-famous stripper - Traci Topps - one summer on a cruise
- the annual Boob Cruise, and had gotten an autographed picture, which he
promptly had enlarged into a poster. And Tim had to admit that Traci was
hot. She had that 'come-hither' look to her, with large luscious boobs, a nice
tight ass, and a mouth that practically begged for kissing. Or more.
Tim stared at the picture, and smiled to himself. She was hot, he thought.
Already, he could feel himself starting to appreciate the 'artwork'. And then
something felt hideously wrong! Tim started to feel an erection, but then it
suddenly felt like it was growing into him! He grasped frantically at his
crotch, and found it empty! And as he stared down at the smooth pants, he
saw his chest starting to balloon outward. The room seemed to grow,
slowly, but Tim knew that wasn't the case. At least mentally, he knew it!
He knew that he was shrinking, losing height slowly! He found himself
cupping the protrusions on his chest, as if his hands could contain the
growth, keep them from getting bigger even as he watched. In his peripheral
vision, Tim saw locks of hair descending around his face, long and blond.
"What the hell is happening to me?" he cried, and flinched at the sound of his
voice, soft and high-pitched and ultra-feminine.
After what seemed an eternity, but was really only a couple of minutes, the
changes stopped. Tim stood, terrified of what had happened, but taking note
of the changes. He was now in a female body. That much was easy to
figure out. Big boobs, long blond hair, narrow waist. Somehow, his clothes
had changed as well. Instead of the polo shirt, he was wearing a sexy
sweater, with a bra underneath. His Dockers had changed into a casual skirt,
and his tennis shoes had become high-heeled pumps. Tim looked into the
mirror, and nearly fainted. He was hot. Very hot. Soft brown eyes, full
pouty lips, cute little nose with a slight upturn. Hot.
"The curse!" Tim muttered to himself, still not believing the voice ringing in
his ears. And Tim knew what he had to do. He had to find Madam Zelda.
Fast. Tim turned to get out of the room, to his car. And something caught his
eye. On his bed, he saw a purse. Tim grabbed the purse, then practically ran
from the room.
One of the guys was leaving the shower, still half-drunk from the night
before and not aware that his towel had slipped from his waist. He nearly ran
into Tim, and his eyes popped wide open. He smiled appreciatively, seeing
the beauty fleeing the frat house. "Tim strikes again," he muttered to himself.
For some reason, Tim glanced down as he nearly ran over his frat brother.
And Tim felt a shudder course through his body - something he had never
experienced. And to Tim's horror, in his mind, he thought that the guy
would probably be pretty good.
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Tim banged on the door loudly again. Still no answer. He knew it was the
gypsy's fault, whatever had happened to him. And she wasn't home. Tim
spun from the steps and crawled into his car, aware somehow that his
movements were completely unladylike. But he didn't particularly care right
now.
Like a madman, Tim drove to Madam Zelda's curiosity shop. It was with
relief that he saw the 'open' sign in the window. Angrily, he stormed into
the shop, hearing the little bell going tinkle to announce his presence.
"Ah, I figured I'd see you today, Mr. Larson."
Tim spun to face the gypsy woman. "What have you done to me?" he
demanded angrily.
The old woman cackled. "You enjoy treating women like objects of desire?
Now every time you have such a desire, you will become a woman!"
Tim gasped. "You can't do this to me!" he protested weakly.
Madam Zelda looked at him, a wicked grin on her face. "Madam Zelda can
do whatever she wants."
A shudder went down Tim's spine. He knew that she had him. How could
he report a magical change? Who would believe him? "How long are you
going to do this to me?"
The old gypsy woman smiled at Tim. "So, you realize your predicament,
eh?" She laughed again. "Good. But I'm afraid you don't yet know all of
your troubles. You see, whenever you become aroused, you will become a
woman. You can become yourself again merely by being the object of a
man's lustful needs." She paused, watching as Tim paled. "In your terms,
you will need to have sex as a woman to change back."
"Sex...as a woman? With a man?" Tim's mind spun at the implications.
"Oh, yes!" the old woman cackled. "But there's more! If you don't have sex
within 6 hours, the change will become permanent! So you have about four
hours to get laid! This time!" She cackled and spun off, leaving Tim
standing dazed.
******************
Tim was near panic. He had driven about aimlessly, wondering what he was
going to do. According to the old woman, he needed to get laid within the
next couple of hours, or it was goodbye Tim forever.
So preoccupied was he that he didn't even see the red light as he drove
through it. But he couldn't miss the flashing lights and siren of the cop who
had noticed. Tim angrily smacked the steering wheel as he pulled to the side
of the road.
Suddenly, Tim had cause for worry. The cop, a large balding man with a
slight pot belly, was walking slowly up to the car. They were pulled over in
a rather deserted part of town. And Tim remembered what he looked like.
"Afternoon, maam," the cop said nonchalantly as he leaned over the car,
peering in the window.
"Good afternoon, officer," Tim said meekly, glancing up to confirm that the
lecherous old man was staring into his cleavage. He shuddered involuntarily
as he realized the implications of the man's stares. "What seems to be the
problem?"
The officer smiled. "You missed a red light back there, miss. I'd like to see
your license, please." Nervously, Tim opened his purse, then pulled out his
wallet and handed the license to the cop. All the while, the cop was watching
him, staring into Tim's deep cleavage. "Tina Larson. Well, Miss Larson,
I'll have to take you in for reckless driving."
"For missing a red light?" Tim was stunned. This couldn't be happening.
"I've really got an important ... um ... meeting, and I can't be late!" Tim
found himself near tears. "Will that take very long? I just can't be late!" Tim
spoke the truth - if he didn't find some way to get laid, and soon, it would be
too late. For Tim.
"You know, I really hate to do it, too. It'll take a long time to process the
paperwork, fill out the forms. And I was so hoping to get home early
today..."
Tim knew what was going through the man's mind. But he also knew that if
he was taken in, the threatened time would be too long, and the changes
would be permanent. He felt trapped, knowing he had no choice, knowing
what the officer wanted. "Are you sure you have to take me in? I haven't
had a ticket before. Isn't there anything you can do?" he asked, knowing
even as the words came out what was going to happen.
The cop licked his lips, grinning. "I might be able to overlook this, just this
once. If..."
Tim shuddered inwardly. "I would be ever so grateful," he said, trying to
sound sexy. "And I'd love to make it up to you." He was committed. No
turning back. Tim's male ego wanted to scream. But he knew he was in a
box. If he didn't do this, he'd be stuck as a woman forever.
"How about if you just pull into that alley up there," the cop suggested.
"Then we'll see how grateful you are."
Tim pasted on a fake smile, and eased the car forward and into the alley. The
cop pulled in directly behind him, and gestured for Tim to get out of the car.
Tim met the officer between the cars.
"How about you put your hands on your trunk, then spread your legs nice
and wide?" The officer was unzipping his pants even as he spoke. It was all
Tim could do to force himself to comply. He slid his panties down his legs,
then stepped out of them. Tim screwed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw,
trying to think of anything to distract himself from what was happening - he
was being raped! By this fat old cop! Just so he could get back to being a
man. He turned toward the trunk of the car, pointing his pert little ass toward
the cop, as he leaned over the trunk and spread his legs wide.
"Oh, yeah!" the cop said eagerly as he lifted Tim's skirt, exposing his round
ass. Tim felt the cop's hand slip into his crotch, then a sudden warmth spread
through his body, numbing his overloaded and battered male ego.
Automatically, Tim felt his hips swaying, his body pressing down harder
onto the cop's hand, eager to get more stimulation, even as his mind rebelled
and screamed inwardly. He hated himself for letting this happen, for being
trapped in this female body. But mostly, Tim hated himself for letting this
body get aroused, hot and wet, at the touch of the cop! He hated the conflict
at how the body was responding, as if it were on auto-pilot, while his mind
was shocked at the fact that a man's touch was getting him horny. A major
part of Tim's mind withdrew, sealing itself off, isolated from the sensations.
And even as the cop continued to touch Tim's new clit, the cop slid his erect
manhood between Tim's legs. Tim gasped as the firm shaft slid easily into
his wet and aroused pussy. Tim felt the pumping as the cop thrust again and
again. Suddenly, Tim was overcome with waves of the most intense pleasure
he had ever felt, ripples of pure ecstacy, as he experienced his first female
orgasm. And within moments, the cop's dick pulsed frantically, pumping hot
cum into Tim.
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Tim, now restored to his male body, slipped silently through the halls of the
frat house. He opened the door to his and Rod's room, then quickly turned
away from Rod's poster. The memory of what it had done to him, and the
humiliation he had subsequently suffered at the hands of that horny fat cop,
made him avoid even a quick glance at the sexy poster. He turned off the
light, then plopped heavily into a chair, feeling like he was going to cry.
First, he had been turned into a girl. Then, a gypsy woman told him he'd
have to have sex. Then a cop had coerced him into sex. Fortunately, it took
ten or fifteen minutes after the sex for the change to start. Tim shuddered to
think what the officer would have done if he had changed back into a man
where the cop could see.
Rod wasn't home yet - after all, it was Saturday night, and there was
probably a party somewhere. Tim quickly stripped and slid into bed. It
might be early, but he felt like he'd been through the wringer. Tim fell asleep
quickly, but it was a fitful sleep, haunted by the memories of the day.
Becoming a woman, discovering the curse, being fucked by a cop. And in
his dreams, Tim kept seeing his transformed image - Tina. He - she - was in
a sexy and suggestive pose, wearing a skimpy red lace teddy. When Tim
rolled over, he saw another image. Himself - as Tina - tanning herself by the
pool, wearing a thong bikini which left little to the imagination. Again and
again, he saw himself as Tina, in various poses, always wearing sexy
revealing outfits. Tim finally snapped awake.
And knew she was in trouble. She could tell by the weight on her chest. Her
hands shot up to her boobs, confirming her worst fears. Tina sat up in bed,
the sheet draped across her naked boobs, panic on her face. How long had
she been like this? She searched for the nightstand, and grabbed Tim's
watch. Two thirty. She had gone to bed about nine. Tina gasped. In the
worst case, assuming he had transformed right after going to bed, she had
only half an hour to get laid. Or be Tina for the rest of her life.
Tina fought the rising fears. She still had some time. How much, she didn't
know exactly. And she was in a house full of guys. Any one of them should
be able to do the job. Tina wanted to throw up, the thoughts of fucking her
fraternity brothers was so abhorrent. But she knew she had no choice. Tina
stood, realizing that she was totally naked except for her panties. A quick
glance confirmed that none of Tim's clothes had changed - only what he had
been wearing. Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed a bath towel and
wrapped it around herself, hoping it looked alluring. Then she took a deep
breath, mustered up as much courage as she could, and stepped out into the
hall.
Tina didn't get two steps from Tim's door before she was noticed. She
spun, startled, when a guy whistled at her. "You scared me," she protested,
trying to calm her beating heart.
The guy grinned. "Sorry, but well, er, I couldn't help noticing."
Tina steeled herself, knowing what she had to do. Inside her mind, Tim was
screaming in silent protest, enduring the agonizing humiliation, trying to
isolate himself from the experiences. But another part of his mind was in
control, acting logically and with great determination. Determination to get
sex and return to Tim's male body. Whatever the cost.
"What, you mean you noticed me all wrapped up like this? Would this be
better?" She unfastened the towel and spread it wide open, bareing her huge
boobs at the poor guy. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped open. Tina
sauntered sexily up to him, flipped the towel around his neck, and pulled his
face down into her cleavage. "Is the view any better from down there?" The
guy mumbled yes, still stunned. Tina let go of the towel and patted his
crotch. "How about if I get a peek at that?"
Inwardly, Tim was crying, screaming in protest at what he was doing. But he
couldn't control this part of himself, his alter ego. All he could do was
watch, knowing that Tina was firmly in control when it came to sex. And
Tim had to trust that Tina would get Tim's body back. Tina led the guy to his
room, and even before the door had closed, had slipped off her panties. Still
half dazed, the guy frantically stripped, revealing his bulging male organ.
Tina sat down on his bed, then laid back, invitingly. She didn't have to make
a second suggestion. The guy practically leaped upon her, his erect penis
aimed squarely for Tina's receptive hole.
***************
Tim crawled back into bed, tired. Fortunately, his frat brother had fallen
asleep almost immediately after sex, so Tina was able to slip back into Tim's
room easily. Tim waited anxiously until he felt the changes start, then he
breathed a sigh of relief. That one had been close. He realized, to his
dismay, that his own dreams might betray him, causing him to become
aroused even as he slept.
And if, for some reason, he didn't wake up, he was doomed. Tim hardly
slept the rest of the night.
Tim tried to force himself to eat some breakfast, but he didn't feel too
hungry.
"Yo, Tim!" Bull Henshaw called, slapping Tim on the shoulders as he slid
into a chair. "You party last night?"
Tim shook his head. "I think I'm coming down with a cold or something. I
didn't feel much like partying last night."
Bull slurped some coffee. "Too bad man. For you, that is." He couldn't
wipe that stupid smile from his face. "If you'd have been in the game, I
wouldn't have gotten so lucky last night."
Tim gulped. It had been Bull. He hadn't been dreaming. "You? Got
lucky?" Bull was a bit slow, and notoriously bad with women.
Bull's grin widened. "Yeah. I mean, I wasn't even trying! Some girl was
just in our house man. And when I noticed her, she came on to me!"
Catcalls and boos greeted Bull's story. None of the frat brothers would
believe this one. But Tim, usually the first to poke fun at Bull, was strangely
silent. "No, really! And she had big hooters! I guess I was just what she
was looking for. And did I ever leave her satisfied!" Bull sat back, pleased
with himself.
The other frat brothers let Bull know that they didn't believe his story. But
Tim just sat there, thinking to himself that Bull knew nothing about pleasing a
woman. And then wondering where that thought had come from.
The rest of the day, Tim spent studying. He wouldn't even watch the
football game with the other guys. And Tim wasn't just studying, but he was
diligently trying to understand Calculus. Far ahead of his assignments. It
was as if he thought that by burying himself in the most boring subject
imaginable, he would be able to prevent any thoughts which might trigger the
change.
Another night early in bed. Another fitful night sleep. Tim awakened
himself almost every hour, checking himself, scared that he would find he
had changed.
Now for the big challenge, Tim thought. Classes. On a campus which
seemed to select co-eds based on their looks and sex appeal. Tim groaned to
himself as he pulled on some clothes, still careful not to look at Rod's poster.
"You look terrible," Rod commented as he stared at Tim through half-open
eyes.
Tim moaned. "I don't feel so hot," he answered. "Might be food poisoning
or something."
Rod frowned. "Better not be catching," he said sternly. "I'd hate to get
whatever you got."
Tim closed his eyes for a second. "I don't think there's any chance of that,"
he finally said. Unless you bump into Madam Zelda, he added silently.
***************
"Hey Tim, wait up!"
Tim turned slowly. Not only was he fatigued, but he wanted to be careful
about where he looked. He was relieved to see Sandy Turner running toward
him. "Oh, hi Sandy." Sandy was a friend. Just a friend. Not a beauty
queen, not anyone he'd ever lusted after. In fact, Tim had never even
entertained the notion of an impure thought toward Sandy. It wasn't that she
was ugly or fat. She was just a run-of-the-mill girl.
Sandy stepped right into stride beside Tim. "You look terrible," she said
between breaths.
Tim snorted. "So I've been told."
A worried look crossed Sandy's face. "You haven't been yourself all week,"
she commented. "You look run down, the guys say you haven't been
partying, and you've been studying a lot. That's not like you, Tim." She
waited for Tim to answer, but he stayed silent. "Is there something wrong?"
she finally asked.
Tim shook his head slowly. "Nothing that you can help with." He was
staring at the ground, afraid to look up for fear he'd see a girl and get horny.
Sandy walked silently with Tim for a while. "You want to have a cup of
coffee after class? My treat?"
Tim's head snapped up. "Class? Sociology? Human sexuality? Oh, shit!"
Sandy saw what she thought was a look of terror on his face. "Listen,
Sandy, can I get notes from you? I, um, er, something's come up." Before
she could say anything, Tim fled.
*****************
Sandy plopped down on her bed, staring at Tim, who was slumped in her
stuffed chair. "Something's wrong, isn't it." she said confidently. Tim had
come by to get the sociology notes, and she had persuaded him to sit and
rest.
Tim waved his hand dismissively. But Sandy saw through his tough-guy
act. "Don't deny it," she said sternly. "Your fraternity brothers are getting a
bit worried about you. You look like you haven't slept for two days."
"Six," Tim corrected softly.
Sandy's eyebrows shot up at the revelation. "You haven't been to any
parties, you haven't had any dates, you skip the greatest class on campus,
and you are working your butt off in Calculus." She crossed her arms in
emphasis. "Now if that's not something wrong, I don't know what is."
Tim stared at the wall for a long time, knowing that he really did have a
problem, but unsure whether to unburden himself. Finally, he vented a
heavy sigh. "You're right, I do have a problem." Sandy suppressed the
triumphant smile - she had been right. "But I don't know if you can help me
with it."
Sandy moved to the arm of the chair and placed her hand reassuringly on
Tim's shoulder. "Why don't you try me?" she said softly.
Tim looked up into her eyes, then nodded. "You know that little curiosity
shop? Madam Zelda's?" Sandy, puzzled, nodded. "Last Friday, I had a date
with Madam Zelda's daughter, Nikki. Madam Zelda threatened me when I
picked her up, but I, well, you know."
Sandy nodded her understanding. "You had sex with her."
Tim nodded. "Yup. And when I took her home, Madam Zelda cast some
type of spell on me." Tim noticed the disbelief spreading on Sandy's face.
"No, really! Whenever I get horny, I turn into a girl. And to turn back, I
have to get laid within a few hours."
Sandy stood, her face a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Tim Larson, that's
got to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard!" She paced back and
forth, then plopped back on the bed. For several long seconds, she stared at
him. "I should kick your butt for that story." Tim closed his eyes, suddenly
sorry he had told Sandy.
"Except," Sandy continued. Tim's eyes snapped open. "Except that I've
heard some strange stories about Madam Zelda."
Tim felt a wave of relief sweep over him. "I thought I was going to go
crazy," he said softly.
Sandy snorted. "Yeah, well maybe it's catching. Because I've got to be
crazy to believe that story of yours." She sat forward, a stern look on her
face. "You're not pulling my leg, now, are you?"
Tim shook his head sadly. "I can prove it, if you'd like."
"How?"
Tim sighed. "Just get me aroused."
Sandy's jaw dropped. Then she crawled back onto the arm of the chair.
"You don't know how long I've waited to hear that, Tim." She unbuttoned
her blouse, unhooked her bra, and lifted Tim's hand to caress her breast. At
the same time, Sandy leaned over Tim and began to nibble on his ear and kiss
his neck. Sandy's own breathing got hard as she felt her nipples harden.
And then a cascade of blonde hair spilled down around her face, temporarily
blinding and confusing her. She pulled back.
And gazed at Tina. Tim was gone. Where he had been sitting was a blonde-
haired, big-titted young woman. "Oh, my God!" Sandy screamed softly.
"Surprise!" Tina said quietly. "Sandy, meet Tina."
Sandy just stared. "Tim? Oh, my gosh, this is impossible!"
Tina shook her head sadly. "I wish it were. I told you."
Sandy looked more carefully. "You're still Tim?"
Tina nodded. "I'm still Tim."
"Oh, my god!" Sandy mouthed again. "I can't believe this! Tim - you look
fabulous! I mean, even your clothes changed!"
"I wish you'd stop saying that," Tim muttered angrily.
Sandy stopped. "So, now what?"
Tina snorted. "I told you. I have to get laid within the next 6 hours, or this
is permanent." Tina closed her eyes, resting for a bit. Finally, she reopened
them. "Can I ask another favor Sandy?"
"Sure."
"Can I borrow a room key, and have some privacy?"
"You want to have sex? In my room?"
Tina shrugged. "I can't go back to the house looking like this, can I."
Sandy grinned. "I guess not. Okay, you can borrow my room." She
grabbed her purse and dug out a spare key. "So, how are you going to do
this?"
Tina had a weary expression. "Easy. I'll just go to the student union, and
pick up the first poor dumb freshman who trips over his tongue."
"You've done this before, haven't you," Sandy accused.
Tina just closed her eyes and nodded softly. "Twice. The first time was a
cop that stopped me. The second time was Bull." Tina opened her eyes, and
Sandy saw the tears forming. "You've got to help me, Sandy!" Tina was
pleading now, tired and desperate. "I can't go on like this!"
Sandy smiled gently. "Okay, I'll try. First things first. You haven't slept in
days. How about you take a nap for a couple of hours. Then you can work
on changing back. Just lay down, and I promise I'll wake you in three
hours."
Tina looked at Sandy, and smiled. Tears of appreciation were welling up as
Tina lay down. "Thanks. I owe you big time."
***********************************
"Hey, Tim!"
Tim stopped, and turned slowly, still looking downward. Only when he was
sure he wouldn't see other distractions did he lift his eyes. "Oh, hi Frank."
Tim breathed a sigh of relief. They were outside the Math building, and there
weren't many women nearby. Which meant that the risk of changing was
minimal. "What's up?"
"Haven't seen much of you lately." Tim just shrugged. Frank went on.
"Word is you've been spending most of your time with Sandy."
"Guess I have," Tim answered noncommittally.
Frank shook his head. "Must be serious. Everyone has noticed."
Tim shrugged again. "She's a good friend." Frank didn't know the half of
it. Without Sandy's help, Tim would be a basket case by now.
"Sure," Frank snorted. "Everyone has noticed. Rhonda was asking about
you the other night. She thinks you're unavailable." He grinned. "I think
she misses you."
Tim started to smile, remembering Rhonda's luscious body. Then he caught
himself, and slammed his eyes shut, concentrating on anything but Rhonda,
afraid that he had just slipped, waiting for the inevitable changes. But nothing
happened. Finally, he opened his eyes.
Frank grinned. "She said to tell you she'd be looking for you Saturday
night." He chuckled. "Damn, I envy you man. A girl like Rhonda has the
hots for you!" He held out his hands in front of his chest, exaggerating her
ample breasts. "And I hear she gives a good blowjob!"
Tim flinched visibly. His mind raced, thinking of a calculus problem,
settling on a triple integral in spherical coordinates, hoping that it would be
enough of a distraction. He was silent for a moment as he concentrated, and
then relaxed as he realized that he had dodged another bullet. "Saturday
night?" he finally asked, puzzled.
Frank shook his head. "Saturday. The big party. The biggest social event at
the house this semester."
"Oh, shit!" Tim said, looking upward as his eyes closed. "I forgot about it."
"No kidding!" Frank stopped and looked at Tim. "Man, you look like shit.
You've been AWOL from parties for the last few weeks, haven't had any
girls, you look like you're half-dead, you're studying all the time - at least,
when you're not with Sandy. Is something wrong?"
Tim shook his head slowly, knowing that he couldn't tell Frank. "It's
nothing," he said sadly.
"Tim," Frank said softly, his voice full of concern, "we are your brothers. If
there's a problem..."
Tim looked at Frank, and knew the concern was genuine. But he still
couldn't tell Frank. "I know. And I appreciate it. But it's nothing you can
do anything about."
Frank nodded, a tight-lipped smile on his face. "We all knew something was
bothering you. Family problems or something?"
Tim forced a thin smile. "Something like that." He turned toward the
women's dorm, toward Sandy's room, his only refuge. Then he turned
back. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
As Tim approached Sandy's room, he thought he heard shouting. Girls
shouting. Arguing. It got louder as he approached Sandy's door. He
recognized Sandy's voice, so he paused by her door, listening.
"If I want him, he's mine!" Tim recognized Rhonda's voice. "You keep out
of my way!"
Sandy yelled right back. "He's not yours, so back off!"
"He's not yours, either, then!" Rhonda screamed. "At least I've got
something to interest him!"
Sandy didn't take the insult lightly. "Well, maybe Tim decided that he likes a
little more than a big-boobed blonde bimbo!"
Tim smiled to himself, knowing that these two women were fighting over
him. He thought of the two of them, maybe mud-wrestling, fighting, with
the winner taking him. Skimpy bikinis, Rhonda's big boobs flopping around
as Sandy tore it off. He drifted off in thought, then suddenly realized what he
had just done. He sighed as he felt the changes, felt his chest get heavy as he
grew boobs, felt the hair brushing his shoulders as it lengthened. He was
completely changed to Tina when Rhonda stomped out of Sandy's room.
"Hi," she said to Rhonda as she stormed by.
Rhonda glared at him, sized Tina up quickly, then thrust her chest out to
emphasize her figure and her assets and stomped off.
Tina slipped through Sandy's door, then slumped on her bed. "Hi, Sandy,"
she said, sounding dejected.
Sandy's features were clouded with anger, but they softened when she
recognized Tina. "Oh, hi. I see you've been thinking about me again."
Tina stared for a moment, then tipped back her head and laughed. "I guess I
was," she answered. "Sort of."
Sandy's eyebrows lifted. "Sort of? How long do you have?"
"Just happened," Tina answered.
Sandy's eyes widened. "So you heard us fighting? And you..."
Tina nodded, smiling. "I couldn't help it."
Sandy sat down beside Tina, and put her hand on Tina's. "Sorry. How
many times has it been? Twenty?"
Tina buried her face in her hands. "Something like that." Sandy saw the
tears forming in the corners of Tina's eyes. "It's been what - nine weeks?
Ten?" She looked up at Sandy, then the tears and sobs started in earnest.
Tina buried her head on Sandy's shoulder. "I can't go on like this," she
sobbed.
Sandy let Tina cry for a while, then she gently took Tina's shoulders and
looked into Tina's eyes. "I, um, er, " she began, "I have an idea that might
help you," she said softly, looking down and blushing as she tried to talk.
Tina's tears stopped momentarily. "What?"
Sandy tried to look up, but was clearly too embarrassed. "Maybe if I," she
paused, "if we..."
Tina's eyes widened. "Sandy? Are you suggesting what I think you're
suggesting?"
Sandy nodded without looking at Tina.
Tina was confused. "Why? Are you ..."
"Gay? No." Sandy looked up, tears in her eyes. "I've never done that kind
of thing. It's just..." she paused again, looking for the right words. "You're
so important to me, I want to help. And I don't know what else to do."
Tim's jaw hung open. "Do you love me? Tim?"
Sandy shook her head. "I don't know. I do know that Tim is one of the best
friends I've ever had." She forced a smile. "I guess that includes Tina, too."
She paused for a moment. "So, do you want to try?" Tina nodded, and
Sandy got up, locked her door, then sat back down beside Tina. They sat
awkwardly for a few moments, then Sandy cleared her throat. "Um, I don't
know what to do," she admitted sheepishly. "I've never done this before."
Tina's eyes widened. "You mean you're a virgin?"
Sandy nodded, blushing. "You know how guys start things, right? Can
you, you know, start?"
Tina leaned forward, closing her eyes, and kissed Sandy, lightly at first, then
increasingly passionately. Sandy's eyes were closed tightly, and Tina felt her
tense when Tina's hand cupped her breast. But she slowly relaxed, and
began to kiss back. Tina's free hand lifted Sandy's hand, placing it on her
own boob, and Tina was surprised at how quickly and eagerly Sandy began
to cup and caress. In mere seconds, Tim's skills were put to use, as Tina
unbuttoned Sandy's blouse, then unfastened her bra. Once more, Tina
played with Sandy's boobs teasingly, causing small whimpers of pleasure.
Tina forced her tongue between Sandy's lips, dancing and twirling with
Sandy's. And then Sandy nearly choked as Tina's hand slipped down to her
crotch.
Time flew as the two undressed each other, kissing, licking, massaging, and
playing with each other's erogenous zones. And this time, Tim's
consciousness didn't retreat, didn't hide itself. Tim as firmly in control as he
made love to Sandy, gently, lovingly, wonderfully. And despite her earlier
reservations, Sandy responded eagerly. For nearly an hour, the two
pleasured each other, touching, caressing, and licking, bringing each other to
orgasm after orgasm. Tina was overwhelmed at the intensity of pleasure as
Sandy's tongue darted around her crotch, stimulating Tina's pussy even as
orgasm after orgasm washed over Tina. And without breaking Sandy's
rhythm, Tina wiggled and squirmed until the two girls were in the 69
position, giving each other massive and multiple orgasms.
Finally, nearly exhausted, Sandy and Tina lay on the bed, naked,
intertwined, and visibly happy. Then, suddenly realizing something, Sandy
looked at Tina. "It didn't work," she said unnecessarily. Tina shook her
head, still smiling. "But you don't mind, do you?" Sandy asked.
"Something is different this time, isn't it?"
Tina nodded. "Usually, a part of my mind hides. Runs away. This time,
that didn't happen."
Sandy smiled, then kissed Tina. "You look content. For the first time since
the curse."
Tina got a far-off look in her eyes. "If I did have to stay, I could be happy
being your lover," she said softly. "I mean, I'm getting used to sex with
men. I could probably get to like it, even." She laughed. "I've certainly got
the figure to get men excited."
Sandy's eyes narrowed. "You sound like you want to stay," she said
cautiously, her voice echoing her sudden concern. "For the first time, you're
starting to sound - think - like a woman."
Tina shook her head. "No, I don't think I want to." She looked back at
Sandy, then gave her a quick kiss. "It's just that, well, this time I can spend
some time afterward, cuddling, being close. When I'm with guys - when
I'm having sex, I can't stay. I have to leave. And it feels ... empty. It
feels," she shuddered involuntarily, "cheap. Sleazy. Like I'm a hooker.
Wham, bam, change back to a man." She looked back at Sandy, eyes misty.
"I feel used. Empty."
Sandy gave Tina a long kiss. "Tim Larson, I do believe you are learning
something about yourself."
Tina smiled, then kissed Sandy back and sat up on the bed, swinging her
shapely legs over the edge, feeling her boobs swaying. She thought she
could get used to that feeling. "I've got to get changed back," she said.
Sandy reached up and pulled Tina back to the bed. "What's the hurry?
You've got almost five hours left," she said as she began to kiss Tina again.
*************************
Even before he was totally awake, Tim sensed someone sitting on the bed
beside him. Wearily, he opened his eyes, and saw Sandy. With a start, he
sat up, recognizing slowly that he was in Sandy's room. "I must have dozed
off," he said through a yawn as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Sandy just smiled at him. "That was quite a nap."
Tim yawned again. "I didn't get much sleep last night," he explained. "One
of the alumni was in town, and he stopped off at the house to party."
Sandy frowned. "So, did you drink all night?" She sounded almost hurt.
Tim shook his head. "No. I was upstairs, trying to study. The guy decided
to hire a couple of strippers for entertainment. You know, from the DD-
Club?"
Sandy nodded her understanding. The DD-Club was notorious for a few
things. First, the girls who worked there were at least DD cups. Second,
they were reputed to be very friendly when they did private parties.
"I read several chapters of Greek history until I got sleepy, and when I finally
went to bed, the noise from next door was ... um ... distracting?" He was
trying to choose his words carefully. "I think the girls were doing a gang-
bang on the house." Sandy blushed. "The guys kept trying to get me to
participate, too." He let out a big sigh. "Every time I thought I was going to
fall asleep, my mind conjured up a picture of me turning into one of the
strippers. I was awake all night, afraid of getting trapped."
Sandy rubbed his shoulders. "Well, you got some sleep here anyway. You
got any ideas for today?"
Tim shook his head. "You know I can't take a chance on getting horny," he
said softly. "I haven't been out for a long time. I'm beginning to forget what
it's like." He snorted in disgust. "I think the guys are afraid I'm turning into
a nerd."
Sandy got a peculiar smile on her face. "Let's go to the mall."
Tim shook his head. "You know I can't," he answered. "I wouldn't survive
ten minutes."
Sandy was grinning. "Tim wouldn't."
Tim's jaw dropped open. "You can't be serious!"
"Come on, Tim," Sandy insisted. "You need to get out. This will work!"
She sat down beside him, clutching his arm. "Come on, Tim. It'll be fun!"
She met his eyes, and knew that he was thinking, that his resistance to the
idea was
weakening. "Tim, haven't you ever wondered why women enjoy shopping
so much?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
Finally, Tim's resolve collapsed. "Okay," he mumbled. "I guess it'll do me
good to get out.
Sandy giggled with delight. Then, before Tim could object, she practically
tackled him on the bed, kissing him passionately, rubbing his crotch. Within
seconds, Tim completed the change. Sandy stood up, looked at Tina, then
grinned. "First thing, we've simply got to do something with your hair. It's
such a mess!"
********************
Tina looked in the mirror, embarrassed. Her hair, once long wavy locks
cascading down her shoulders, was now styled in a bob, hanging just off her
shoulders and framing her face perfectly. She glanced nervously at Sandy.
Sandy giggled. "It's darling," she said enthusiastically. Tina frowned.
"No, really! It looks great!"
Tina rose from the chair and followed Sandy to the counter. Sandy dug in
her purse, and as the cashier got her change, Sandy looked at Tina again.
"Something's missing," she said, biting her lip. She thought for a second,
then smiled again. "I know." Sandy took her change, then took Tina's hand
and led her back into the mall.
"Where to now?" Tina asked, exasperated. Sandy just smiled and led the
way. Into a major department store. To the makeup maze. "Oh, no!" Tina
protested in a whisper. "Not that!"
Sandy smiled and led Tina to one counter. She talked softly with the lady at
the counter, then turned back to Tina. "Sit down," she said, gesturing to a
chair at the counter.
Tina was feeling too overwhelmed to protest too much. "What did you tell
her?" she whispered to Sandy.
Sandy smiled. "Just that you came from a strict family and never got to use
any makeup when you were growing up. That this was my present, and to
give you the works."
Tina started to object, then gave up. It was fun to get out - she hadn't gone
out as Tina before, and Tim was too scared to get out. So she just sat back
and let the lady do her work. A dizzying array of products were presented,
each with its own technique, to be used in a prescribed order. Tina's head
was swimming. Finally, the lady announced that she was done. Tina looked
in the mirror. And gasped aloud. She was transformed. Tina knew that she
had been very attractive before, but she looked like a bimbo. Now - with the
hairstyle and the makeup, she looked even more attractive, but in a more
subdued, less provocative way.
Sandy paid, again, then suggested lunch. It was nearly noon. Tina noticed,
however, that she needed to use the restroom. Another new experience -
waiting in line, using stalls only, a degree of socializing unlike the men's
room. It was almost like a social experience interrupted by nature's call.
They got some lunch - Sandy reminded Tina that she needed to eat light -
after all, girls had to watch their figures. While they ate their lunch - salads
and diet Cokes - Sandy started giggling.
"What?" Tina asked, confused.
Sandy shook her head, still giggling. "I just thought of something funny."
She took a sip of her Coke, still giggling. "The only time you get to relax is
when you let your hair down - literally. As a woman! It's kind of funny -
Tim, the macho stud, relaxing as Tina."
Tina stared, her mouth hanging open, wanting so much to protest. But she
couldn't. Finally, the irony of the situation caught up with her, and she
started giggling too. "I guess it is kind of funny," she agreed.
After another sip of Coke, Sandy whispered, "There are a couple of guys
over there checking us out." Tina started to look, but Sandy stopped her.
"Don't look!" She smiled. "You want to have some fun?"
Tina raised her eyebrows. "How?"
Sandy grinned. "Just follow me." She rose, gathered up her trash, and
dumped it. Then she stepped beside Tina and put her arm around Tina's
waist. With a sexy wiggle in her butt, she sauntered right beside the table
with the guys.
Tina was very aware of how the guys were staring at her, watching her walk,
looking at her cleavage, gawking at her swaying hips. She felt very self-
conscious as she walked beside Sandy. "They were staring at me!"
Sandy grinned. "Damn right! It's one thing we girls can do - drive men
crazy." She led on - right into a lingerie store.
"Not here!" Tina protested weakly. This day was weird, and she didn't want
to add lingerie shopping to the experience.
Sandy smiled again. "Sure. You've never shopped for bras and panties
before, so now's as good a time as any to try it. Besides," she added softly,
"the guys are still watching us." She started to make a show out of looking at
bras, and soon Tina was doing the same. After a while, Sandy was
convinced that Tina was having fun.
***************************
Tim stood quietly behind the bar, mixing drinks for his frat brothers and their
guests. He had been nursing a beer all night - afraid to get drunk. And he
was afraid to look around the room, where his fraternity brothers were
pawing, kissing, and groping their way around their female guests. And
since the booze had been flowing quite freely, some of the less-informed
women had gotten a bit tipsy, and had been escorted to rooms for some
sexual adventures. The wiser, older girls had been careful about drinking,
and some had even left early.
"Timmy, give me another round," Rod stammered as he lurched to the bar.
Tim looked at his roommate, quite hammered. "Coming up," he said
cheerfully. As Rod leaned against the bar, one arm wrapped around his
?date', Tim quickly mixed the drinks. He knew what Rod wanted - light on
the alcohol in his drink, and spike the girl's. Tim shuddered inwardly. He
was the one who had given the fraternity that idea. He was the one who had
used that trick to bed an otherwise unwilling girl. When Rod wasn't
watching, Tim reversed the drink mixes, giving Rod the heavy dose. Maybe
he'd pass out, and the poor girl would make it home without being molested.
"There you are, Tim," a familiar voice called. Tim pushed the glasses across
the bar to Rod and his date, and turned, knowing he would see Rhonda. She
sauntered up beside him, deliberately swaying her ample breasts, displaying
her generous cleavage, wiggling her perfect butt. Tim grimaced, knowing
that this would be tricky.
"I haven't seen you for a while," Rhonda pouted. She was drunk, Tim
figured. She reached her arms up around Tim's neck and pulled herself close,
rubbing her big boobs against Tim's chest. "I've been lonely without you,"
she said seductively.
"I've been a bit busy," Tim stammered, fighting the by-now-familiar battle to
keep his lust in check. He smelled the sweet intoxicating aroma of her
perfume.
Rhonda's hand reached down, sliding toward Tim's crotch. "I've really
missed you," she said again, sex dripping from every word.
Tim felt the tingling as his dick began to stiffen, and knew he had lost the
battle. "Um, I've got to go ... um ... I'm not feeling too good," he lied
quickly, then tore himself from her arms and began to run toward his room.
As he left the party, he noticed, thankfully, that Rod was still here. Even as
he ran up the stairs, he felt his hair brushing on his shoulders, felt his hips
widen and begin to sway, felt his chest jiggling. Tim closed the door behind
himself, sinking against the door as the changes completed.
Then he heard banging on the door. "Tim, are you in there?" It was
Rhonda.
Tina straightened up, then opened the door. "Are you looking for Tim, too?"
she asked sweetly, knowing what Rhonda's reaction would be.
Rhonda's face clouded. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded, thrusting
her chest out in a display of her own feminine wares.
Tina smiled sweetly. "I'm Tim's sister, Tina," she answered. "Have you
seen Tim?" Tina asked quickly. "I just got in from out of town, and I
thought I'd surprise him."
Rhonda paused to consider this. She was a bit drunk, and, Tim realized,
more than a bit ditzy. "I saw him a bit ago down at the bar. But he said he
wasn't feeling too good."
Tina smiled sweetly again. "If you see him, please don't tell him that I'm
here. I want to surprise him."
Rhonda nodded, confused, and walked back to the party. Tina let out a big
sigh of relief, then squared her shoulders and marched out of the room,
heading, as Rhonda had, toward the party downstairs. She paused in the
hallway, then marched into the room.
And found all eyes staring at her. Tina suddenly felt very self-conscious.
The guys were staring at her lustfully, while some of the girls were
glowering with jealousy. Tina looked around the room, and stepped
carefully from the doorway.
"Hi, there. I don't think we've met."
Tina whirled, startled. She found herself facing Frank. "Um, I'm Tina
Larson. Tim's younger sister."
Frank didn't miss a beat. "Tim never told us about you. I'm not surprised.
Protective big brother." He laughed, and Tina smelled the alcohol on his
breath. "He was here a bit ago, but he left. He should be back, though. Can
I get you something to drink?" Frank hadn't missed a beat.
Tina gulped, knowing that she was in the lion's den. "Sure. Maybe a rum
and Coke?"
Frank placed his hand on hers and led her toward the bar. Already, someone
else was pouring the drinks. "Rum and Coke for the lady," he said
smoothly. He continued the small talk, and Tina found herself making up
lies about her background - she was starting college at State, still not sure
what she wanted to major in, but she was leaning toward business. Tina
found herself anticipating Frank's comments and questions, knowing how
the conversation was going before it went there. Tim knew Frank too well.
It was late, and Tina was feeling the effects of the three drinks. Frank had
been squeezing her butt, brushing his hand on her breasts, and generally
making sexual advances, which Tina had not rebuffed. Eager to get this over
with, she went with Frank up to his room, very conscious of the leering
stares from the other fraternity brothers. And suddenly, Tina realized that
most of the other girls had left. Most of the guys were drunk, horny, and
without relief. She shuddered to think of what might have happened had
Frank not picked her up.
Then she was in Frank's room. Frank led her to the bed, and began to
earnestly kiss her as he undress her. She felt a rush of pleasure as his hands
slipped around her, lightly caressing her nipples as he kissed her neck. She
felt the bulge in his pants and he pulled himself up behind her. And Tina felt
the wetness in her pants as she began to get aroused. It was almost with
relief that Tina accepted that Frank was going to have sex with her - at least
Tim would get his male body back.
Frank maneuvered her until she was leaning over the bed, then slid in from
behind. Tina felt the now-familiar pleasant sensations as Frank's engorged
dick entered her, and Frank began pumping as his own excitement mounted.
Tina thought she heard a faint click, then suddenly realized that she and Frank
were not alone in the room. At least two other fraternity members had
slipped through the door. Tina tried to turn to see what was going on, but
found Frank's strong hands on her hips keeping her impaled on his dick.
She turned her head, and saw a dick coming straight at her mouth. She tried
to turn, but strong hands grasped her head, then thrust it down onto the big
hard organ. Tina tried to keep her mouth shut, but fingers pressed roughly
into her cheeks, forcing her teeth apart and her mouth open. And as soon as
her lips parted, the dick was shoved forcefully into her mouth. Rough hands
held her head, bobbing it up and down, forcing her lips to caress the dick in
her mouth, while Frank pumped vigorously into her crotch. And then Frank
stiffened and shot his load into her.
Tina realized too late that Tim hadn't retreated. Maybe it was the alcohol,
maybe it was carelessness, but Tim was aware of what was going on, and
crying inside. Tina shuddered, knowing that at least Frank was done, but
even as he pulled out, she heard clothing rustle, and within seconds, another
dick was thrust into her pussy. She tried to cry out, but couldn't. And then
the dick in her mouth stiffened, and began to pump warm cum into her
mouth. Tina tried to pull away, but the hands held her firmly, and she was
forced to swallow the warm juice to keep from choking. And then the hands
let her head up.
Tears streamed down Tina's face. She had had sex. She should be changing
back to Tim. But these guys were still fucking her! What was going to
happen? And then another dick appeared in front of her face, another set of
hands forcing her head down. Tina and Tim screamed in silent agony.
**********************************
Tina pulled her clothes on and staggered out of the room. The halls were
deserted; most of the guys were sleeping after the party and gang-raping her.
She didn't notice that she was still Tina as she staggered out of the fraternity
house. She still had the taste of cum in her mouth, and felt the sticky wet
mess in her crotch. Tina felt sickened, and dropped to her knees, then began
to violently throw up. Spasms wracked her body as she vomited, and after
her stomach was empty, continued in painful dry heaves. Finally, weak and
wobbly, she pulled herself to her feet and weakly climbed into Tim's car.
Sandy heard the knocking on her door, and even before she opened it, heard
the sobbing. When she did open the door, she gasped in horror. Tina stood
there, cheeks stained from her tears, her clothing disheveled, her hair a mess.
And even before Sandy spoke, Tina clung onto her, burying her head in
Sandy's shoulder, tears streaming from her eyes as she bawled
uncontrollably.
Finally, after a very long time, Sandy led Tina to the bed and let her sit.
"What happened?" she asked softly, her voice carrying her concern.
Tina looked up, then started crying again. "They raped me," she answered
through her tears. Sandy hugged Tina tight, trying to comfort her. "I was
having sex with Frank, and they came in and raped me," Tina sobbed. "They
made me suck them while others fucked me," she continued, suddenly
sounding frightened and fragile.
"How many?" Sandy asked softly.
Tina pulled back, and looked into Sandy's eyes, then collapsed back onto her
shoulder. "Fourteen, fifteen," she cried. "I don't know!" She bawled on
Sandy's shoulder for a long time, then suddenly sat up. "I'm still a girl!" she
exclaimed through tears. "I didn't change back!" She began to cry louder.
Sandy just held Tina close, trying in whatever way she could to comfort the
abused girl. Shortly, she realized that Tina had cried herself to sleep. Sandy
gently laid her on the bed and pulled a cover over her.
**************************
Sandy was sitting in a chair, watching Tina, when Tina awoke. She looked
around, dazed, then looked at Sandy. She saw the expression on Sandy's
face, then looked down at herself. "It's true, isn't it. It wasn't a bad dream."
Sandy nodded solemnly. Tina's eyes watered. "I got gang-raped, didn't I.
And I'm still a girl." She sat up and swung her legs off the bed. "What are
we going to do?" Tina asked, sounding helpless and frail. The tears were
flowing freely as she buried her face in her hands.
Sandy looked glum. "I don't know," she answered softly. Then she looked
up, a determined expression on her face. "Yes, I do. We're going to find
Madam Zelda," she said simply.
Tina looked up, surprised. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said
carefully. Sandy knew from Tina's words and expression that Tina was
terrified of Madam Zelda. "After all," Tina continued, "she got me into this
mess."
Sandy tried to force a smile. "First," she said lightly, "let's get you cleaned
up and get some breakfast."
**********************************
Sandy noticed that she was almost pulling Tina toward the door of Madam
Zelda's shop. She glanced at Tina, and saw a very worried expression. But
Tina let herself be pulled into the shop. Tina jumped when the bells tinkled to
announce their arrival, and looked cautiously around the dusty, dark shop.
"Wow," Sandy whispered softly. "This place is creepy. Just like you said."
"Can I help you?"
Sandy and Tina spun at the voice, and found Nikki standing behind them,
dressed in her gypsy outfit.
Tina found she had been holding her breath, and let it out with a sigh of
relief. "Hi, Nikki," she said simply.
Nikki stared at Tina, frowning. "Do I know..." Her eyes suddenly widened.
"Tim? Tim Larson?" She drew her hand to her still-open mouth. "What did
mother do to you?"
"What he deserved," a voice cackled from behind Tina and Sandy, startling
them.
Tina spun, and gulped. There stood Madam Zelda, having appeared as if
from thin air, scarf, gold jewelry, gypsy clothing. Just as he remembered
her. She gulped again.
Sandy swallowed hard and stepped forward. "Tina didn't change back to
Tim," she said, her voice trembling.
Madam Zelda grinned, displaying her gold teeth. "Of course not." She
glared at Tina, causing Tina to flinch. "Why have you returned?"
Sandy swallowed again. "This isn't fair to Tim," she said defensively.
Madam Zelda stared at Sandy, but Sandy stood her ground. Then Madam
Zelda turned to Nikki. "Leave us, child," she ordered. After Nikki vanished
into the shop, Madam Zelda turned back to Tina. "Follow me," she ordered,
then spun and glided through the shop. With Sandy and Tina in tow, she
parted a beaded curtain and entered a small room, dimly lit. Madam Zelda
seated herself at a round table, covered in dark red cloth. As Tina and Sandy
sat down, they noticed the fortune-teller's crystal ball on the table. This was
too weird, Sandy thought.
"So," Madam Zelda began, "what have you to say for yourself?"
Tina glanced nervously at Sandy, then back at Madam Zelda. "I...I'm
sorry," she said meekly. "I think I've learned a few things."
Madam Zelda flashed her toothy grin. "Madam Zelda knows. You have
suffered the indignities you once inflicted on others. You have been forced to
be an object for sex, as you once treated others."
Tina nodded, and tried to stop the tears, unsuccessfully. "I didn't change
back."
"Madam Zelda knows," the old gypsy cackled. "How else could I force you
to come back to me?"
Tina and Sandy exchanged nervous glances again. "You forced me to come
back?"
The old gypsy smiled. "You have learned your lesson." She raised her
hands and chanted some mystical words, and then brought her hands
together. Sandy gasped, but Tim had seen this before - many weeks and
much humiliation before. Within Madam Zelda's hands, a tiny firefly of light
appeared, then as she opened her hands, it leaped into Tina's chest, vanishing
between her ample breasts. Within seconds, Tina began to change, her body
shifting, until Tim had reappeared.
Sandy watched with amazement as the spell worked its magic. She grinned
when Tim was restored, and clasped his hand with joy. And while Tim was
smiling, his eyes betrayed something else. Sandy didn't notice it.
"You are free of the curse," Madam Zelda pronounced solemnly, her voice
ringing ominously. "But beware. If you return to your predatory ways..."
Tim gulped, nodding. "I understand," he said softly. Sandy's eyes
widened, and she shrank a bit in fear. After all, she had seen what this gypsy
woman could do.
"You may go," Madam Zelda dismissed them simply. Tim and Sandy started
to rise, anxious to escape this enchantress. But suddenly, Madam Zelda's
features clouded. "Wait. Madam Zelda senses something." She looked up
at Tim, her eyes narrowed as she studied him for a moment. Then she turned
to Sandy. "Go," she commanded simply. "Wait outside."
Sandy glanced nervously at Tim, who swallowed hard as he sat back down.
Then she left, leaving the beaded curtain swirling.
Madam Zelda looked hard at Tim. "Madam Zelda senses some confusion.
Some sadness."
Tim stared at the gypsy woman for a few seconds, then dropped his eyes and
nodded.
"What will you