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The Venus Curse
By Lampwickxxx
There was nothing in the mail for John that morning. But just as he was
turning away from the door he heard a letter drop onto the mat. The postman
must have forgotten it and turning back he saw a pink envelope lying on the
mat. Picking it up he looked at the crisp black letters and his address.
Opening it, he found a single piece of very fine paper inside, the border
was gold and in old fashioned writing it had complete jargon.
Metaphorsic Venus Curs
The milak deceiten meta fem
There was no signature, or any other explanation for the strange poem. John
had no idea who it was from - could be from many of the women he had.
Crumpling up the letter he threw it away. What he didn't know was that the
second he had picked up that beautiful letter - an ancient magic had begun to
work. Too ancient for a cocky twenty four year old who didn't look beyond
himself to understand. A magic that would make itself first prevalent in a
few days.
Those days past, and John was working out at the gym. He trained five days a
week and had now perfected his body. A six pack was visible on his lightly
haired abdomen - broad strapping shoulders, thin hips without a trace of fat
and muscular legs. He was also lucky in that he was very well hung - his
penis was large and thick. Girls seemed to be helpless against it. At least
that's what he told himself every day. He absently scratched his nipples -
they seemed to be sore and rubbed painfully against his T-shirt as he pumped
iron. It was really annoying so as soon as he finished he went to the locker
room and whipped off his top. Indeed his nipples were sore - they were raised
and seemed, strange as it was, a little bigger. The areolas were definitely a
tiny bit larger than they should be. They spread just a little over his
defined pecs and had acquired a sharp sensitivity.
He put it out of him mind and showered. Getting dressed he went to meet his
friend, Greg, in the pub. Greg was a man similar to John's own heart. They
had been friends for years. Getting himself a pint, and one for Greg he sat
down in a corner. They talked about this and that, and Greg went into great
detail about how he had nailed a girl and fucked her up against as wall for
nearly three hours. John suspected this was a total lie - but humoured him.
Three hours! Nobody went for three hours! Then, quite out of the blue, Greg
said,
"What's with the longer hair, man?"
"What?"
"You're growing your hair a bit longer eh?"
"Fuck off!"
"No need to get shirty, mate"
For the second time that day, John went to the bathroom to check out this
news of his appearance. Looking his heart jumped when he saw that Greg was
right! His hair was covering the tips of his ears. To make matters worse his
nipples again started to throb painfully. What was happening to him? He made
his excuses and left, wondering if he had some sort of virus.
By the evening his nipples were giving him hell, he kept looking at them and
prodding them. They seemed to be growing, and seemed to be tougher. Not only
that but his hair was changing radically - definitely longer. He decided the
first thing he would do in the morning was see a doctor. Going to sleep that
night he was aware that he could feel the longer hair on his pillow, ticking
his ears.
He woke groggily - and stumbled through the bathroom to take a leak. He
always slept naked, and as he stood there, something didn't feel right. Was
it his posture? Something just felt different. He pissed, and went back to
his room to look in the full-length mirror. There were his nipples - they had
grown more, in fact they looked like women's nipples. He had seen enough of
those in his time, and standing there he was in no doubt. Raised like little
pink pencil erasers - but darker than they had been yesterday. But how could
that be? However, it was his hair that shocked him the most - it was touching
his shoulders. Dark, soft hair! There was something else wrong too - his body
shape was different. It was his hips, there an iota wider. Just enough for
him to feel it in his stance. Was he putting on weight? No. The actual pelvic
bone was defiantly wider, there was no extra fat there at all. He ran a large
hand down his hips, his heart starting to beat fast. What was happening?
Suddenly the telephone rang. John nearly had a heart attack and quickly
picked it up.
"Hello?" he said quickly.
"Good morning, John. Remember me?"
That voice suddenly brought a hundred feelings back. The long black curls,
the mornings in bed. Miranda, always mysterious, always sexy. Too bad he had
cheated on her. She had found out, slapped him. That had been what? Six
months ago?
"Miranda."
"That's right." She confirmed, "You do remember me after all."
"What do you want?" he was agitated and eager to get off the line. As far as
he was concerned he had some sort of virus and wasn't in the mood to play
catch up with an old flame.
"Well, I'm just seeing how you're doing."
"Fine. Thanks, look Miranda, this is a really bad time-"
"Like the hair, John."
There was a pause, John had the eerie feeling that he was being watched, he
span around, his longer hair flicked across his eyes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're gonna be a babe."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" he practically yelled.
"No need to get upset. I'll just come out and say it. You're turning into a
woman, John. You cheated on me, and to cut a long story short, I'm a witch. I
spent a long time planning my revenge and it suddenly became so apparent and
perfect. You love women, so why not make you into one?"
John was too stunned to say anything.
"So, I put a spell on you. It's called the Venus Curse. It turns men into
beautiful women, as natural and complete as if you'd been born a girl. That
way, you can't ever sleep with women again. You see your sexuality won't
change; you're going to be very straight. Being a lesbian would be too easy
for someone like you, so you're just going to become a beautiful woman. It's
started already I see. You can't fight it, it's too late. Just a matter of
time. I'll be in touch." Then she hung up.
John stood, stunned. All right so his hair was a little longer, and his
nipples were larger. So what? He was nowhere near being a woman. He had a
cock, he had muscles, he had broad shoulders and narrow (ish) hips, hairy
legs and arms. He could grow a beard - he was man! If he hadn't been so
freaked out he might have laughed.
He returned to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He was no woman. He
HAD women. That's what he did. And realising magic didn't exist he decided to
go out. Pulling on his briefs and jeans, then a tight T-shirt he went
outside. He tried to ignore that fact he had a little more difficulty pulling
his jeans up over his hips. His nipples were visible though the tight
material, but he didn't care. He was in complete denial. Until that night.
He had picked up a girl in a bar, using his charms. She was a beautiful
blonde from Sweden. And she was damn horny to. They had gone back to his
place, and within moments were kissing in the bedroom. He ran his hands down
the curve of her back and across her gorgeous butt. Then he slowly lifted her
skirt, and kissed her deeply. Lifting it over her head she now stood naked
before him, save for her heels. Then she slowly went down to kneel, her head
by his crotch. Slowly unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his underwear, with
some difficulty over his wider hips. He was completely limp, and although he
should have had a raging hard on by now, there was nothing going on.
"You have visit from Mr tiny?" she asked.
"No, no I don't" he insisted and tried to stimulate himself by hand. But his
dick did look smaller, and he could not get excited. After about five minutes
she started to get her stuff to go.
"Look ,lady, come on stay."
"I don't think so." She said covering her body with the dress again. She
left, leaving John crushed. He couldn't perform for her.
His chest was itching like mad and his hips felt wide and awkward. He went to
bed, feeling sad and scared at the same time.
In the morning he got up early and hopped into the shower. He was a very
clean man, and always washed well. He was shampooing his pubic area when he
saw something that made his heart skip a beat. His cock and balls usually
hung down from a dark tangle of pubes like any normal dark haired man's
would. But there was a stunning change. His dick had got smaller, and his
testicles were higher. The scrotum looked like it was pulling up into his
body so his balls didn't hang so low. Not only that, but his pubic hair,
though still dark was sparser. Then he realised that his treasure trail was
gone - he looked at his hands, they too were smooth. His arms, the same. His
legs also smooth, save a few sparse patches on his shins. His body hair was
falling out! It had been falling out all night! He ran to the bedroom, stark
naked and looked under the covers. Sure enough there was a lot of hair. He
was moulting! In stark contrast the hair on his head was thicker - longer
too, tickling his neck. He prodded his smaller dick, feeling it, hoping this
was some sort of illusion. But it felt smaller - a little tougher too.
He looked in the mirror again. His reflection was changing drastically. His hips
were now wider again, and his thighs were losing muscle tone, and gaining a
roundness..a softness. His pubes were not just sparser; the borders were more
distinct, not his usual mess of normal male pubes. It was showing signs of an
impending triangular configuration. Something he had seen on so many women -
but below the triangle was his smaller cock and balls. He was becoming a
woman! His nipples stood stiff and proud as the water from the shower
evaporated from his smooth body. The phone rang.
He knew it would be Miranda - he let it ring a few times and picked it up.
"John. How's it going?" That same voice, the mocking tone in it.
"You bitch! What are you doing to me?"
"I told you, John. You're changing. You're becoming a woman. A gorgeous girl
to be exact. Even now I would imagine you've got a uterus forming between
those widening hips of yours. I take it your jeans don't fit any more. Isn't
it exciting?"
John took a shuddering breath, at a loss completely. "Listen, lover I'm
outside now. Why don't you let me in and we'll talk about it." John thought -
maybe he could reason with her. But he wasn't going to give her the
satisfaction of seeing him like this. Rifling though his wardrobe he pulled
out some sweat pants and a baggy top to cover his large nipples.
Then quickly gelling is long hair back into the most masculine style he could
and putting it in a pony tail he went to the door. He had almost hoped she
wasn't there - but she stood in the doorway looking unchanged - that same
crooked smile playing on her lips. She looked at his new blonde hair - and
couldn't disguise her joy.
"Hello Miranda." He said, sarcastically.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
He turned his back to her and went through to the living room. She followed - closing the door behind her.
In the living room she sat down. She was wearing tight boots that went up o
her knees and tan tights. A black mini skirt and white feminine shirt. Her
dark Italian eyes looked up and down John's form.
Suddenly John went for her. He grabbed her wrists hard and pushed her up
against the wall.
"You fucking bitch! Stop this! Change me back!"
She was calm, and just smiled. "Or what, John? You're becoming as much of a
woman as I am!"
"I am not!!" - he was so raged he was close to hitting her.
"Then prove it?"she smiled. Prove you're a man."
Then she slowly slipped out of her top - exposing her firm breasts dark
areolas, lightly freckled. Then she slipped down the skirt, and too off her
boots. He could see the dark triangle of her sex through the tight nylon.
"Take, me John. Take me like you've taken so many women?"
He saw her form, but couldn't think about sex. He saw those breasts, but they
were just breasts - all women had them, they were not an object of lust for
him. And that realisation made him want to fight it. He was a man, he fucked
women. He was a penetrator, not the other way round. So he approached her and
ripped her pantyhose at the front. Then he pulled down his pants - his dick
just sat there - he couldn't get hard again. So he just pushed his pelvis
into hers. The first sensation he met was that his own pelvis wouldn't fit
between her legs like it used to. He still couldn't find her attractive, and
his dick stayed unerect. Those wider hips grinding against each other. His
smaller cock head rubbing against her moist slit, but not stiff enough to
enter it.
He fell back in frustration giving Miranda an excellent view of his balls,
that now hugged tightly against him - his small tough penis - and that dark
triangle of hair - diving down between thighs that had lost their masculine
hardness. He began to yell in frustration.
"Please! Miranda - please I don't want to be a girl!"
She smiled gently, and kneeled down next to him. She touched his shrinking
dick. In her hand it felt tiny and warm. But dead in essence - the magic was
killing it - while female attributes were becoming abundant.
"Oh John, you poor thing! You can't go shagging girls any more can you? Not
with your little thing there. Not to worry, soon you'll have your very own
vagina. You will! See how your balls are so tight against your crotch -
they're ascending into your body - and they'll become ovaries. And then,
John, big strong men like you can get your pregnant and you can have babies
with your new equipment. Isn't that great?"
John sobbed, and then an unexpected thing happened. His voice cracked up a
register. And stayed there.
"What the?" he said in his higher voice.
"You're getting a woman's voice. You'll sound like a lovely soprano soon."
"Fucking hell, Miranda. Please..Pl-" another crack up - "please stop this."
But Miranda just told him that his Adam's apple was shrinking, giving him a
higher voice.
"Look at your pubes - they're just like mine now, all feminine. It won't be
long now until we see the first signs of your new sex. Let's see how your
tits are doing?"
She pulled off his top - and John felt too defeated and tired to fight. They
were growing. Those dark nipples now had flesh pushing them up slightly into
two lumps. Breast tissue over his pecs. In total frustration he squeezed his
legs together, not noticing how he could now without squashing his genitals
and was racked with girlish sobs.
When he woke he was still lying on his floor - his legs were spread and there
was no sign of Miranda. It was dark outside and he hazily guessed he must
have been out for a few hours.
There was a dull tingling between his legs, and in undisguised horror he sat
up and looked down to see what had happened.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
His balls had gone - and his crotch was now featureless, save for his cock -
about the size it was before he entered puberty. And then he saw raised
crescents - two of them. The skin was loose, but tough enough to stay in
crescent form. It was the outline of a vagina - he had seen it hundreds of
times, just not from this angle. The ridges ran right to his anus. He guessed
that the new hole would just sink inwards over time until he became a
complete woman. Not only that but a weight on his chest told him that his
breasts had grown more. They of course, had. Small, but perfectly formed. He
had TITS! He had to fight these horrible changes - but didn't know how.
He touched his now smooth belly. The skin was soft and as he fondled the
smooth flesh he pictured a wombs and fallopian tubes growing inside him
because of the Venus Curse.
John began to weep again. Tears forming on his longer eyelashes. He couldn't
deny it anymore. He looked at his body and everything about it said woman.
Although not quite - he had muscle mass in his arms that no woman could
attain - and broad shoulders. But his hips jutted out, and his legs were
smooth and shapely. They lead up to a tiny penis nestled between feminine
thighs. Thighs that were becoming rounder and blending into his swelling
buttocks.
He knelt down and could feel his arse was wider, forming that unmistakable
feminine heart shape when women kneel. He couldn't see that his muscular back
was losing definition and becoming smooth and slender. Perfect for a backless
dress.
Getting to his smaller feet, John fell into bed. As he lay there he closed
his eyes and tried to ignore the growing weight on his chest. He fantasised
that he was still all man, and could penetrate a girl - but then with horror
he looked at his own body and couldn't believe that in a day at the most he
would be all woman - as natural as if he had been born a girl. A girl. The
very thought made his cringe.
The next day he woke with a start. Opening his eyes he wondered what he would
find this morning. Sure enough the magic had worked through the night - and
as he confronted the mirror that morning, he saw that he had crossed a line.
He was undoubtedly more female than male. His face seemed to be changing -
his cheekbones were higher, 'elegant' was the word that sprang to mind. His
lips were slightly bigger, with a budding cupid's bow. His eyebrows were
thinner and higher. There was very little stubble, just a bit on his top lip
- and he knew he was losing the battle now. He would be a woman soon. He went
to pee and stood up as he had, but his dick was so small - a gushing
uncontrolled spurt came out, running down his legs. Hurriedly he sat down.
What didn't cross his mind at the time was that pathetic attempt to piss like
a man would be the last he would manage. He would be sitting like all females
do from now on.
Showering as usual he shampooed the grater amount of hair he had. His breasts
had a more 'mature' womanly look instead of the conical things he had
previously been endowed with. And his penis was nothing but a small piece of
tough skin. Reaching between his legs he got a shock of sensation - and
realised that new nerves were appearing there, and now a definite slit was
deepening between his thighs. The curse - the dreadful curse that was
breaking a law of nature he'd had since birth. He started to cry again, in
his high pitched voice. His slender, graceful arms had now lost all there
masculine muscle, and looking at his small girl's hands with long fingernails
he had a terrible image of them scratching down a man's back in ecstasy. The
thought excited him. The thought of a man's strong arms protecting him. He
was so girlish now, so womanly. Those feelings of despair all came from his
groin, he could almost feel the furrows of his changing genitals deepening as
he stood there, his long legs shaking.
The phone rang. Walking naked though to the living room he answered in his
high voice.
"Hi John."
"Miranda."
"Great Voice. Let me in, I'm outside your door."
John walked through and opened the door. The horror of what was happening to
him was so great he was almost in a dream, and stood naked before Miranda in
the doorway.
She looked at the girl like figure in front of her - and smiled, as she saw
John's tortured eyes blinking behind long lashes and their new almond shaped
configuration. As he walked through she saw the womanly butt wiggle from the
hips - and again smiled at the thought of that same butt that had been so
tight and mannish before - now spread out over wide hips, with the extra fat
and tone that all women possessed.
"You're nearly there, John. You're so close now."
His face creased, "Oh, God Miranda - please stop this, please."
"You're right John. This has to end."
She whispered strange words - and John began to worry something terrible was
going to happen. Suddenly he was gripped with pain in his groin. He screamed
a high pitched girlish scream and fell backwards. He felt a tremedendous
pressure between his legs and looked at his deepening slit. That area was
swelling into a Venus mound and there was pressure behind it. He screamed
again like a woman in labour, and then he felt something give. The split,
felt like it split more. And with a shriek he had a vagina. He (she) felt the
hole boring deeper into her. She stamped her small feet and rolled her head
in agony. Then she began to feel an orgasm. Deep within her, it began to
extend to all her extremities. Then she had her first full blown female
orgasm - and fell back panting,
Fear and revulsion quickly took over John. He sat up in embarrassment looking
at her fully formed vagina. A pink flower of femininity between full thighs.
It had happened, the spell was over. John got to her feet and stood before
her ex-girlfriend. Two women together.
"There now." Said Miranda. "Now it's a good job I brought these isn't it?"
She produced a small black dress, tan pantyhose, silky panties, a bra and
some silver open toed heeled sandals. "Now, you're a girl, it's time you
dressed like one."
John sank to her knees in despair. Racking huge sobs and touching the new
female flesh between her legs with her slender fingers.
"You're a female now - and you're called Joanne." Said Miranda without
emotion. "Now lets get you dolled up, Miss and get you into town."
"W..why?" answered the young woman kneeling before her.
"To get you laid, Joanne. To get you fucking laid."
John stood up and looked in the mirror at the young woman before him. She had
got more used to this reflection as she became it - but now there was no doubt
he was a girl. A very attractive lithe one. And one that would very soon have
a man, like he used to be, between her smooth and parted thighs.
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