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The Curse By S.D. Vine I wasn't really having a good time that night at the bar. Truth be told, I had been practically dragged out in the first place by my best friend Joe, who told me he was tired of me "sitting on (my) ass" every night "finding new ways to be boring." Quite frankly, if this is what qualified as being not boring, I'd rather be bored to tears. To begin with, I'm not much of a drinker, so leaving the house to go to place designed for buying and consuming alcohol made little sense to me. Additionally, I'm not what you'd call a people person. I was generally okay with individual people as met them, but the larger the crowd, the more I'd want to run in the other direction. Joe basically threatened me if I didn't stay put for at least a couple hours, so I spent the time sitting at the bar, sipping on amaretto sours (an affectation I had picked up in college), and generally trying to be invisible. Finally, I felt I had put in enough time, so I finished the drink in front of me, paid my tab, and told Joe I was out of there. He started to protest, and it became clear he drove me figuring I'd be stuck there, but he didn't figure I wouldn't mind walking the 6 blocks or so. I probably would have walked anyway, as he was obviously drunk enough that I wouldn't have let him drive me at all. I left him to resume his conversation with what looked like a table of sorority girls from the local college, and headed out in to the night. It was actually a pretty nice night, clear and not too cool. The street lights threw enough light, but even where they had been broken or burnt out, the full moon in the night sky managed to bathe things in enough light. I found the walk quite pleasant, and realized that even nursing the three amaretto sours had given me a light buzz. I thought to myself that at least the night out had provided me with a relaxing walk. When I got to my building, standing at the top of the short set of stairs that led to the front door, was a woman looking a little worse for wear. She was leaning hard against the guardrail, her head down, breathing heavy, and she was practically swimming in her clothes. In fact, it looked like she might have stolen them, as they appeared to be men's clothes, a well-worn concert t-shirt and jeans with no shoes. My first horrific thought was she had been raped and escaped, and grabbed clothes along the way. I rushed up to her, asking "Miss, are you alright?" When I reached her, and she looked up at me, I noted a very arousing fragrance, and the world all of a sudden slowed way down. A drug like haze fell over me as I was suddenly overtaken by my sexual urges. I had to have this woman. And by the hungry, almost feral look in her eyes, I knew she had to have me as well. In a whirling blur of lips and hands we crashed together pawing at each other. In the back of my mind alarms were blaring, but I couldn't stop myself. We stumbled in to the building, and I practically carried her downstairs to my apartment. I fumbled with the keys as I couldn't seem to concentrate enough to take my hands off this unnamed and suddenly literally irresistible woman to get the door open, but after a fashion I cracked the door, kicked it open, and the two of us basically fell in, landing on the floor. Her hand had been under my shirt at the time, trying to get it off, and I felt a quick stab of pain as her fingernails dug in to my back on impact. I quickly shrugged that pain off, though, and with a quick sweep of my foot, closed my door. Our mutual desperate need didn't abate, in fact, if anything it seemed to be increasing. We both managed to disengage from the writing pretzel on the floor long enough to rip our clothes off. And I do mean that literally. At the very least our shirts were in shreds, and in her case, still hanging on to her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, and instead of panties she had on boxers that were only being held up by her shapely hips. But she wasn't acting like someone who had just been sexually assaulted. She was essentially sexually assaulting me, not that I minded at all in that moment. Now that she was out of the way too big clothing, her body was in full view, and what a view it was. The baggy t-shirt had hidden large round breasts to compliment the hips in a sexy hourglass figure. Her nipples were big, and hard, and without shame I plunged my mouth to them, licking and sucking on one, as I rubbed and grabbed at the second, all the while kicking my pants and underwear off. A throaty moan came out of her then, and she grabbed and cradled my head in to her breast, obviously enjoying the attention I was giving her boobs. This lasted a minute or so until she suddenly let go and started pushing me backwards. She wasn't pushing me away, however, she was leading me, and she was aiming for the couch. The push was fairly insistent, and since she had taken me by surprise with the change, I stumbled and landed on my back, my erect dick sticking straight up. Wasting no time she jumped on top of me, reaching down and grabbing my dick to aim it, and just as I felt the moist warmth of her pussy on the very tip of my dick, she sank down upon it. I was in a heavy state of bliss, her hot slit felt perfect. For a second, I also saw the same sort of bliss in her eyes as well. I saw it fade back to the hunger at about the same time the surreal drug like haze descended on me again, and the last thing I remembered clearly was her starting to ride me without any sense of finesse. I say "remember clearly" because I did retain flashes here and there of the rest of that night before I completely lost consciousness. Fucking her in all kinds of positions, missionary, doggie style, I even recalled picking her up and doing it standing up. Quick images of her bobbing up and down, sucking me off, of a close up of her crotch as I ate her out. All just brief flashes, though, disjointed and disorienting, like a fever dream. I could see her lightly screaming in ecstasy, but only had a notion of my own orgasms when I woke up the next day. I was alone, naked, and on the floor. I must have simply given out and landed there. I had been covered up with the blanket off my bed, though, and reaching to my back, my scratches had been attended to, at the very least bandaged. As I sat there and tried to gather my thoughts, I heard my cellphone ring. Looking around, I found my pants near the door, grabbed the phone from the front pocket, and answered it. "Where the fuck have you been?" Joe greeted me back. "I've been calling you for 3 hours!" I looked up at the clock and realized it was 2pm. "We were supposed to catch a movie today, remember?" "Yeah, sorry, I had kind of a wild night, I only just woke up. We can still go, we'll just have to pick a later time, is all." I noticed that next to my pants were the remains of the woman's shirt, and mine as well. I groaned inwardly, I had really liked that shirt. Her pants were gone, though, and I idly wondered if she had taken one of my shirts before leaving. "Wild night, you?" snorted Joe, "what, was there a Friends marathon on television or something?" He had always made fun of me for my general lack of success with women, for good reason, so I couldn't blame him. But as I looked around, there was no mistaking that while my memory was fuzzy, it wasn't faulty. The evidence of the night was clear in the mess around the place. "Ah, forget it, you wouldn't believe me. I wouldn't believe me. I bet if I sent it to Penthouse it'd get rejected. Look, I gotta get cleaned up, you just want to grab a late lunch and hit the theater?" The next day, I sat at my computer trying to find out just what had come over me and put me in such a druggy haze. I was having very little luck. I found certain drugs that kind of matched the feeling, but I hadn't taken any. I briefly investigated if I could've had my drinks spiked, but based on what I was reading, I would have felt the effects much sooner. The fact I had picked up an odor right before was leading me down the path of pheromones, but I couldn't find any such pheromones that not only were so powerful, but so fast. I was beginning to get frustrated when I heard a light knock at my door. I got up and walked down the hall, and I saw that a piece of paper had been pushed under the door. I picked it up, opened the door and looked out. Whoever had knocked and put the paper there was already out of sight. I closed back up, and unfolded the paper. There was a hand written note, in some pretty awful chicken scratch handwriting. I thought I recognized it, but focused my concentration on deciphering it. It was hard, but I finally figured out that it said: "Dan - I am sorry for what happened the other night. I am compelled by a terrible curse, and now I'm afraid I have cursed you as well. I can't tell you what it is, you would never believe me. I have a hard time believing it, still. But I needed to warn you of the possibility of you also bearing the curse, so you can take precautions. Lock yourself up for the next full moon, before the sun goes down. Have someone guard where you are locked up, but tell them to keep their distance from you for their own safety and your serenity. These precautions will cost you nothing, but not following them could be dangerous, and another situation like the other night may occur. If luck would have it that you take these precautions and nothing happens, all the better, but if something does take place, I will communicate with you again." The note was unsigned. My first thought was to laugh at the absurdity. It was like getting a note from a mental patient. Full moons? What was that woman trying to say, she was a werewolf that just sorta looked like a knockout woman? I opened my door again to look out just in case I spotted her, but the only person I saw was my upstairs neighbor Shawn...something. He was going out the front door, and as he spotted me looking out of my door, threw me a quick nod of recognition. I waved, with the hand holding the note, and while reading over it again, shut my door. "What a crock of shit," I said to myself, and walked back to my computer to continue my search. After a few fruitless minutes, I looked back at the note, thought to myself "what the hell," and began to search the web for any similar stories to my own, factoring in the full moon. Surprisingly, I found several. Men all over the country had reported feeling as if they were date raped, but by completely strange women who would basically come out of nowhere. They would get in close proximity to the men, and within moments the men would feel drugged and lose all sense of inhibition with an incredible increase in libido. Not all of them mentioned full moons, but some did, and a little research based on the dates of the incidents showed that the moon had been full for all of them. However, I couldn't find any occurrences where the men were contacted at all by the women afterwards, let alone any references to a curse. I closed the browser, figuring I could come back to the search later with fresh eyes. As it turned out, having fresh eyes amounted to nothing. I had hit a wall, and while I didn't completely forget about the situation, I did put it on the backburner in my mind. Before I knew it, the next full moon was only a couple of days away. I had started feeling a little odd. If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have recruited Joe to stand guard as the note suggested. I was starting to feel hyper-aware of things relating to sex on people around me. I was picking up the scent of pheromones, and started being able to distinguish them from one person to another. I picked up on unconscious gestures and postures from sexually open people. I was getting horny rather quickly, and my entire body was getting really ramped up and sensitive. Joe thought I was nuts, but after bribing him with a six-pack of his favorite microbrew, he agreed. I decided to make it easy, and the afternoon before the full moon, I reversed the doorknob on my bedroom door so it could only be locked and unlocked from the outside. If nothing happened, which I was starting to doubt with all the weird sensations, at least I would be locked up in my own room with my own bed. Joe showed up around 6, and with sundown scheduled for a little after 7, I decided to just play it safe and had him lock me in almost immediately. I spent the next hour fiddling around on the Internet, listening to Joe heckle me through the door, and looking out the window, keeping tabs as the sun moved towards the horizon. I felt super jittery. I was getting nervous, but that wasn't completely the reason. As more time went by, I was feeling like a powderkeg of energy. I felt like I had a really large amount of static electricity. I had even tried grabbing my metal doorknob to see if I could discharge, but nothing doing there. I started keeping a close eye on the sun's movements, and at about 7:13, the last sliver of sunlight dipped past the horizon. I tensed up, but nothing. I expelled the breath I hadn't even realized I had been holding, and turned away from the window to head back to my computer to kill some time. I had taken 2 steps when my body felt like it was on fire from the inside. It was intense, like my blood had become lava, and I gasped in pain, doubling over. I screamed in my thoughts, "Nononononono," but the burning remained. I thought I was going to die; I couldn't fathom how I could possibly survive whatever the hell was happening to me. I actually began to whimper, when the burning lessened considerably. I still felt warm, too warm, but no longer was it painful. It started to become a little pleasant, in fact. I couldn't focus on that, though, as my body began to feel like it was being pushed and pulled from all different directions. That sensation was less painful and more uncomfortable. I felt weak, and I ended up lying on the floor. As I did so, I became aware of the fact that my body was beginning to change shape. The first thing I noticed was my hands. I was holding them up, and I saw my fingernails grow, while the fingers and body of the hand began to shrink. I had a sudden fear that they were going to become animalistic paws, but the only thinned and shrunk a little, remaining human. My face felt like it was bubbling and I could feel things shifting around there. I felt a tickle on my neck, and realized my hair was growing. The truth of what was going on was starting to become clear to me as I saw my feet and legs thin and shrink along with my arms, and my body hair that I could see fade away. The process was making me breathe heavily, as well as make some involuntary noises, and I was aware that sounds emanating from me were becoming higher in pitch. Even if what happened next didn't start, I would've known what was going on. I was becoming a woman. At the same time, several changes started. My shoulders contracted inwards, while my hips did the opposite. Along with the hips, my ass grew. On my chest, breasts sprouted, and began to swell. And between my legs, my testicles had already pulled themselves inside my body, and my dick was following close behind. As I watched, horrified, over top of my still swelling boobs, I saw the bulge in my pants disappear, and I felt the formation of a vagina. Long hair fell across my face as I looked down. It was still dark brown, but the added amount brought out a waviness I never knew my hair had. I also started becoming aware of a primal consciousness slowly pushing me to the back of my own mind. By the time the change was complete, I was only hanging on to my own consciousness by a sliver, and something else was in control. I could feel its limited thoughts and emotions, but could do nothing about it. And I was starting to realize that it hungered for sex. With some of the worst timing ever, I heard the sound of the lock being disengaged, and Joe burst in, exclaiming "What in the hell is going on in here?" I, or rather, what controlled my body turned, and got a look at Joe. I was screaming in the back of my brain as I realized why the note warned to keep whoever guarded me away. I felt a very instinctual process to the site of Joe, and got off the floor to get near him. As I did, that process executed itself, and I knew that I had just released powerful pheromones. Joe stammered as I approached, but as soon as I had gotten within arm's reach of him, I saw him being affected by the pheromones. I could also smell his own pheromone release in response, and I knew he had been snared. We both began to rip our clothes off, and within seconds, we both were naked. I hadn't been able to fully take stock of my transformed body, but I could now. It looked much like I had expected, but my shirt had definitely disguised the size of my newly formed boobs. They were pretty big. Not stupendous, but I guessed it to be maybe a D cup based upon former girlfriends sizes. I also noticed I had no hair around my crotch, and that was all I could take in before I was practically dragging Joe towards my bed as his hands flew all over my body. I sent him backwards on to my bed, and quickly climbed on top of him. I was doing exactly what that strange woman had done to me! I braced myself, as I knew it wouldn't be long before Joe's dick was inside me. I could feel the others, well, her, hunger for cock, and how she couldn't wait. With very little fanfare, I sat down on that cock and began frantically bouncing up and down. I tried to fight it, but I was no match for her hold over the body. I was being completely overridden by her need for sex. It was more than an addiction; it was like she needed it to survive. I stopped trying to fight it, and instead focused on perhaps not being aware of what was going on. I found that I couldn't. My body began an orgasm, and I had to admit it felt good. Really good. I started to pay a little more active attention, resigning myself to the fact that not only had I transformed in to woman with an intense need to get fucked, but that I was frantically fucking my best friend. When I started doing that, I noticed two things I hadn't expected. Trying to fuck Joe's brains out felt really great, and I was starting to gain some control. I tested this by reaching up and fondling my boobs, which I was able to do. Playing with them also felt good. The more I succumbed to the sensations of pleasure, the more I came to the conclusion that I liked it. And the more I liked it, the more control I seemed to gain. Joe began to grunt, and I found myself wanting to feel him come inside my pussy. He did, and something extraordinary happened. I didn't banish the primal consciousness from my mind, she and I integrated. As soon as I realized what had happened, I knew I could stop there, quickly flee the room, and lock Joe in until the effect of my pheromones wore off. There was just one problem with that: I didn't want to. I knew what I wanted to do, very much. And to do any of it, I'd need Joe pretty close by. I got off his cock, and before it dwindled away from erect too quickly, I wrapped my lips around it, fully intent on sucking his cock. A part of me was in shocked awe that I really wanted to do this, but the vast majority needed to blow him. I found that I somehow possessed a lot of knowledge on oral technique, and figured it came from that primal side. I decided to try one of them, and opened my mouth a little wilder and worked my way down his shaft. His cock was about 8 inches (which I noted was smaller than he had claimed in the past, which didn't surprise me), so I wasn't sure if I could pull it off, but the knowledge must have also come with skills as I managed to deep throat the entire length of cock, my lips stopping at the base. The cock being so deep in my mouth turned me on immensely. I loved sucking his dick. Joe gave little moans of pleasure as I tightened my lips grip of the base a little. Hearing that made me want to hear even more of the same. I slid back up the length of his cock, took a deep breath, and went all the way down again. This time, I didn't take my time. I did it fast, and withdrew just as fast. I intended to fuck him with my face. When he realized that was my goal, he reached down and grabbed the back of my head. I stopped my own motions, and let him do the work, getting face fucked. Before long, I was rewarded with a load down my throat. Neither of us were about to stop, however. I was treated to a repeat performance of what had happened to me a month prior, from the other side. This time, though, I wasn't blacking out. I was well aware of the fucking going on. The different positions. My own orgasms, which I didn't bother counting. Joe finally blacked out after seven orgasms of his own, and I knew instinctually that my pheromones also helped his stamina and durability. He was splayed on my bed, dead to world, and I knew he wouldn't wake for several hours. I wasn't done yet, not by far. I got dressed in some very ill-fitting clothes of mine, and headed towards the door. When I opened the door to step out, a surprise was waiting for me. The strange woman was standing there. I thought to myself "does she even take her own advice about locking yourself up?" and then the urges kicked in. I pulled her inside and shut the door. I quickly divested myself of the clothes I had only put on moments before, as she also stripped. Almost as soon as we had, she went on her knees and began to lick my clit. Now I knew why all my former girlfriends made such a big deal about it, it felt divine. After a few minutes of that, she stopped, and gently pulled me down. She then pulled me towards her crotch, as she repositioned herself to get to mine. Soon, we were in the 69, eating each other out. We both would orgasm, but neither of us would stop what we were doing. I think that must've gone on for a couple hours. Eventually, though, I started getting very sleepy, and I think she was, too. I fell asleep fairly quick, not having moved much from her crotch being in my face. I woke up the next morning to two discoveries. The woman was gone again, and I was male again. I was sad about both of them. That had been incredible. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but I had loved being a girl. I was already looking forward to the cock I would be getting the next fool moon. I remembered Joe was still in my room, so I found my clothes by the front door and got dressed. I made my way back to my room, covered Joe with my blanket, and sat down by my computer to wait for him to regain consciousness. After about an hour, finally started to stir. As he did, he must have started recollecting what happened, and all of a sudden shot straight up in bed. When he saw me sitting there, he had what was pretty clearly a horrified look on his face. "Want to talk about it?" I asked. "What the fuck, man!" he replied, "That was no dream, was it?" I shook my head silently. "Shit, you turned in to a woman! AND WE FUCKED EACH OTHER! Jesus Christ, Dan, it wasn't just a little bit, either!" "No, it wasn't. You didn't seem to be complaining last night." "Are you fucking kidding me? How are you so calm about this?" he said with wild eyes. "Nope, not kidding. And I'm calm because I'm not freaked out by it. In fact, I had a lot of fun. So much better than any other sex I've had. Don't freak out about it...in your own defense, you didn't have much control. The change is supernatural. My body secretes a super powered pheromone. You get one whiff, and all you can think about it is fucking me. I did warn you not to get too close," I said, leaning back and folding my arms. "Though, truth be told, I'm glad you did." He stared at me for a few moments, and I bore back in, "You know you enjoyed it, I was there, I know." He looked like he was about to explode, but then, all of a sudden, he hung his head. "You're right," he quietly said, "I did. You were so hot, it was the first thing I noticed when I came in, and the next thing I knew all I had on my mind was fucking you any way possible." He rubbed at his eyes, then said, "this is going to be weird." "Only if we let it," I replied, "just keep in mind that it wasn't like I was wearing a disguise or in drag or anything. I was physically transformed and totally female. Yes, it was me, but there wasn't an ounce of man there. And it'll happen again. I'm looking forward to it, Joe. I'd like it if you did, too. I don't think I could trust anybody else." He gave me a bewildered look, and started to protest. "Look, Dan, I'll admit it was good, but I don't know about doing it again..." I cut him off. "Are you really going to pass up the opportunity?" His face was like an open book, and I knew I had my answer. "I'd do it right now, if I could." After I said that, it was like I had unlocked a mental block. I suddenly knew that because of the integration I had stumbled upon, I could. I gave Joe a sly grin. "As a matter of fact, I can." I closed my eyes, and willed the change. I felt it starting, though this time there was no fire. It started with the warmth. I opened my eyes, and said "Watch this." I kept my eyes glued on Joe as I stripped. He couldn't stop staring. By the time I was fully naked, I was halfway there. Within a few more moments, I was female again, and very much in control. "Like what you see, Joe?" I asked. With my control I knew I wouldn't use my pheromones automatically, though I did know I could if I wanted. With that knowledge in mind, I got closer to Joe. "No pheromones, Joe." I reached under the blanket to find him fully erect. "Not that I need them, do I? Seems like I don't need much help." "We shouldn't do this," Joe said, rather feebly. "And why not? You have this wonderful cock. I have such an eager and wet pussy. No, I think we should. I think you do, too, you just can't seem to get over your hang up that you know me as a man. But like I said, do you see any ounce of man here? Do I even look like your friend Dan? No. You see me as a woman because right now, that's what I am. I'm your new horny friend Dani, and I'm hungry for your cock, Joe. As a matter of fact..." I threw the blanket off him, and with his erection in full view, began to suck him off. "This is so weird, Dan...Dani," he said, "I can't believe that it's really you. Oh, that feels so good. You're really good at cock sucking, oh yeah, that deep throat again." His talking to me egged me on, and I resolved to make him come as fast as possible. "Oh my god that is so incredible. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...cuuuum ooooohohoh," he grunted as his dick twitched and his hot, salty jizz filled my mouth. I savored it for a moment, and then swallowed it down. I slid my way up his body and settled in next to him. He looked at me in a post-orgasm glow, and asked "Do you really like it?" I did, and I told him as much. "I really do. It's incredible. I felt so alive and validated while you were telling me how good it felt. Having your cock in my mouth, taking it all the way down, oh, just indescribable. I think this curse or whatever woke a part of me I never knew existed. Because this feels so right. I could stay like this forever, getting fucked. Speaking of..." I trailed off, and got myself on my hands and knees, "I would like it very much if you fucked me. In the ass." I managed to catch a glimpse of his jaw dropping, but the fact that his dick hardened very quickly betrayed his desire. I didn't have to wait long before he was positioned behind me, rubbing my own juices around my anus. He started to slowly push his way in, and in no time, we had found a rhythm. It hurt, but at the same time, the pain came with pleasure. I relaxed more, and really got in to my first assfuck. My breasts swung with the rhythm, and my hard nipples were brushing against the bed, giving me little jolts of pleasure. He plowed my backdoor for quite a while, which made sense, as he had orgasmed quite a lot in a short amount of time. I started to stimulate my clit as he pumped in and out, and between the friction he was feeling and my very vocal announcements of the amount of ecstasy I was in, he deposited a load deep in my ass. I wasn't about to let him do anything else after having his cock up my ass, so I called a halt to the activities. I let him shower and after, he went home. I took a shower myself, and luxuriated in washing my female body. Curse? What curse, I was going to have fun with this. I worked myself up as I thought of all the things I could get up to. Of course, most of those things involved a cock being inserted in to me. After the long shower, I got out, and for the first time, I actually looked at my face in the mirror. I was right, there was no trace of Dan in that face, except maybe the eyes. I was pretty damned good looking. Sultry was how I'd describe it. I started to dry off, and I heard a knock at my door. I knew it wasn't Joe, he has a key, so I sighed regretfully, closed my eyes, and willed myself back. I threw on my bath robe and closed it, and answered the door. It was Shawn, from upstairs. Shit, the noise last night must've kept him awake or something. "Oh, hey," I said, "Things got a little crazy in here last night, sorry if things were too loud." He raised his eyebrow, and replied, "No, not at all. May I come in?" I stepped aside and waved him inside. He headed towards the couch, looking at it for a second, before sitting down. "We need to talk." I was getting confused, but I shut the door, and headed over myself. "Okay," I replied, "what about?" "I told you in the note I'd talk to you again," he said. He must have seen the shock on my face, so he continued, "yes, that was me. I'm the one who brought it on you, and I'm sorry. I had been so careful for quite a while. I had never meant to scratch you, but when we fell...I couldn't help it. My maker did it on purpose, she thought it was hilarious. I didn't want to bring it upon anyone. But it's so hard when you have such little control or input over what's happening." That last part caught my attention. He had no control, and said he's been this way for a while. "Wait a second," I cut in, "no control? I got control over it. I stopped trying to fight or ignore it, and the next thing I know, I was no longer a bystander to a separate being, but we were joined." "I don't believe it," he said, shaking his head. "I'll prove it. Watch." I willed myself back to female. I was glad he had given me the excuse. I sighed with content after I had finished the change. "See?" I said, "I can control it, and will it even when the moon isn't full." "Holy...that's amazing, you're talking, you're not completely insatiable..." "I wouldn't go that far," I interjected. "Whatever, the point is, you aren't ripping your clothes off and releasing pheromones. And you can change at will?" I nodded. "I've never seen this happen," he said, "even my maker who had some control and liked it on a sadistic level couldn't do those things." I shrugged, which caused all kinds of ripples under the robe, and I caught Shawn noticing. "I think, buried very deep inside, there was already a woman, and she was released. Just a theory, though, maybe it can be taught. I can try with you, if you want that is." "We can try, I suppose. If it doesn't work, it'll at least be another clue to why you can do it." "In the meantime, I wouldn't mind trying to help you with another problem you seem to be having," I demurred, looking pointedly at his crotch. Within moments, I had freed his cock from its confinement, and was eagerly sucking it down. The next few months I spent more and more time as Dani. I would go to work as normal, counting down when I could go home and change in to something a little more comfortable. Speaking of, I had hit local thrift stores and gotten a wardrobe that fit. Funny enough, I found that I wasn't a dress up kinda girl. I enjoyed the same kind of clothes either way. I didn't need to dress up anyway, when I went out with a purpose. I had certain advantages, after all. I worked with Shawn, but it became clear that while he could gain more control than he had previously, he had nowhere near the control I had found. He introduced me to others like us, and I tried the same training with those that wanted to try. Eight tried, but only one got there. He came to the same conclusion that I had, that by relaxing during a block was removed, and a woman had buried came to the surface. The underground community of were-women (a joking term that had apparently caught on long before I became one) quickly heard of these events, and I was contacted from all over the world. I gained some extra money by becoming a kind of therapist to them all when I was needed. Joe would still stick around for most full moons. I was still in control, but much more wild on full moon changes. I admit that I would on occasion humor the notion of giving Joe a little scratch during those nights; it was part of the urges of the change. But since I knew him so well, I was able to resist it more. After a time, I stopped Shawn from referring to the change as a curse. I never saw it as a curse. In fact, it was a beautiful blessing.