Curse of the Day
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The bar was full of the smoke and noise of people happily celebrating
the end of the work week. Sitting at the end of the bar was Alex, who
was more than happy to spend his Friday night as far away from the
cheery, happy people of the pub and as close as possible to a bottle of
booze.
"Hey there stranger," said a voice from behind. "Is that seat taken?"
Turning around to the source of the sound he finds a slender woman with
fiery red hair, legs that seemed to go for days, and a face that you'd
expect to see photoshopped on a billboard selling some sort of makeup.
"Well?"
"Errr ... uh ... yeah, sure," he stammered out, silently kicking himself
for sounding like a tongue-tied idiot.
"So, do you have a name there Mr. Quiet Type?"
"Yeah, my name's Alex, Alex Cutler. You?"
"You can just call me Lola for now there stud," she said jokingly,
"Usually this would be the part where I'd ask you to buy me a drink,
but I figure what the hell. I'll buy this round."
"Really now, well what is the cause of this sudden change in policy?"
"Oh just a look about you that seems to say it's time to change things
up."
"Lady, the last thing I need right now is more change."
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The two hit it off quite well, chatting through most of the night about
music and politics and the like. Naturally, when closing time came
around Alex thought it best to continue their "discussion" over at his
apartment.
The full moon hung radiantly over the loft apartment as Alex led his
special guest for the night back to his bedroom.
"Nice place you've got here," she said, shoving him down onto the bed.
"So there's something I want to ask you, before we get any further
here. What exactly were you doing at that bar tonight?"
"What do you mean? Drinking ..."
"No, I mean what were you doing drinking in a bar alone, acting like
the whole world just sucks so much?" She leaned in close to him
speaking softly, "So what is it that's got you feeling so sour, babe?"
"Well fine, if you really want to know so bad, it's my girlfriend.
Well, ex-girlfriend now. It turns out she was seeing someone else on
the side. Someone or two really ... maybe three ... definitely no more
than four."
Lola giggled lightly at this, pressing her warm lips on his necking.
Kissing him lightly on the neck, she whispered in his ear, "I had a
feeling it was a woman. Well, what if I told you I could make you feel
so good you'll just forget about every other woman in the world?"
Enjoying the feeling of each warm kiss on his neck, Alex tried to play
it cool, "I think I'd like that a lot, but I'm not so sure you or
anyone else can do that."
Her next words were soft, but carried a mischievous tone to them,
"Well, honey, I'm not like most other girls and in a bit of time you
won't be either."
"Wait what ..."
Before Alex could finish that question, he was cut off by the pain of
Lola biting down into his neck. He tried to cry out, to say something,
but was overcome with a sense of numbness. His head felt light and his
vision started to fade. The last thing he heard before blacking out was
Lola's voice.
"I'm sorry if it hurts, sweetie, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it in time."
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Alex woke up the next morning to a pounding headache and blank spots in
his memory. Stumbling his way over to the bathroom, still partially
hung over, he tried to piece together the events that had occurred the
previous night. There was a woman; he was able to recall that. Red
flowing hair, a sweet voice, he remembered them going back to the
apartment together. He remembered her kissing his neck and then, wait
did she bite him? Checking himself out in the bathroom mirror, he found
a large red mark on his skin and his mind started racing. This was
crazy, he took her home and she bit him? Why would she do that? Where
did she go afterwards?
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone in the
next room. "About time you got up man. Hey, what was the deal with that
hot redhead I saw walking out of here?"
It was Lewis, his roommate. Alex panicked momentarily, wondering what
to say and how much he knew.
"Oh, uh her? She's nobody, don't worry about her."
"Ooooooh, sounds like someone's rebounding pretty well. Tell us
everything, did it get dirty?" a second voice replied.
Great, Carol was here too. Her and Lewis had been had been dating for
some time now.
"I'd really rather not talk about it."
"C'mon, what happened?"
"Well, she uh she kind of bit me."
"Say what?" Lewis asked flatly. "Where?"
"On the neck."
"I have to see this," Lewis said, barging into the bathroom. "Show me."
"Here," he responded pointing to the mark on his neck.
"Dude, that's not a bite, that's a hickie."
"I swear to God, she totally bit me last night right on the neck."
"Sure man, it's not like you got really drunk and passed out at the
first sign of physical affection." Lewis joked, before leaving.
Before stepping out himself, Alex gave one last look at the red mark in
the mirror. It did look more like a hickie than a bite. It's possible
that he was remembering things wrong after a night of drinking. Maybe
Lewis was right.
"No, nobody bit him," Lewis's conversation with Carol carried out into
the bathroom, "he's just being an idiot."
Well, maybe he's right on most things.
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As the weeks passed Alex forgot about his failed attempt at a one night
stand and tried to move on after the ugly breakup. Occasionally though
he'd have an odd dream or a odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, but
these were passing peculiarities in an otherwise normal month.
Friday evening had come again and Alex was happy to return to his
apartment after a long day at the office. Unlike last month, he planned
to spend the night inside. Lewis would be out of town with Carol for
the weekend, so he had the apartment to himself. He was content to
spend the night relaxing at home; no crowded bars, no drinking, and
definitely no hooking up with some crazy woman he just met. Fixing
himself something to eat before sitting down on the couch to watch some
TV, before he fell asleep on the sofa.
It was a strange, feverish dream he had, his thoughts pulling back to
that strange night almost a month prior. He remembered Lola, her laugh,
her smile, her lips on his skin. He remembered her teeth biting down on
his neck, the numb feeling spreading over his body. But most of all he
remembered the moon, its bright full form casting the only light on
that night. He could feel the light burning into him as his body felt
warmer and warmer. He awoke from the dream in a haze, his skin was warm
to the touch and his clothes drenched with sweat. Confused and a bit
panicked by the odd dream, he rested his head in his hands. What the
hell was with that dream, he wondered, why did he feel so sick all of a
sudden? Unsure of himself, he thought the best thing would be to take a
cool shower and calm himself down.
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Outside the sun had begun to set over the city, leaving behind only
darkness and a much needed cool breeze. On the other side of the sky
the first light of the rising moon peaked through the clouds.
Stepping into the shower, Alex turned the water on high and tried to
compose himself. He felt nauseous and a bit dizzy. Was he sick? Should
he see a doctor? What was the point of that weird dream? As the water
washed over him, he tried to collect his thoughts. He'd felt fine only
a few hours ago, perhaps it was just the flu or some sort of bug. And
the dream was probably just that, a dream. Just some pointless images
cobbled together by a tired mind, it meant nothing. He was freaking out
over nothing, there's really no reason for him to be freaking out over
a weird dream and some bug. Feeling a bit more calm and collected he
stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and started
walking back to his room for a change of clothes.
As he stepped out into the living room a chill ran through him. Looking
out the window, he saw the moon rising over the city, beaming down upon
the rooftops and houses. He felt almost entranced by the light, the
image of the moon seemed hypnotizing. He felt strangely relaxed by the
sight as the moonlight poured into him.
But just as quickly as his entered the entranced state, another jolt
went through him breaking his attention. An intense pain wracked his
body; he cried out and grabbed the sofa to try and steady himself. The
towel fell away revealing is bare body to the cold night air. It did
little to help as burning heat spread through his veins. Sweat poured
out of his skin as he tried to stay standing. A dull, tugging sensation
in his hands grabbed his attention. Lifting a hand to eye level he
watched as it began to shrink before his own eyes. The digits became
thinner, slimmer as his nails stretched out. The aches and pains of his
altering digits offset to the sound of joints popping and bones
cracking. Looking down at the other hand he found it identical; smaller
and slimmer.
The changes spread down his arms, the limbs becoming more slender as
the hair fell off. Within seconds the rest of his body hair has
followed suit. His legs and chest become hairless, with his genitals
soon following.
He screamed, "What the hell is happening to me?" Clutching at his
throat, he's surprised by the high pitch of his voice. "Mirror, I need
to find a mirror."
He moved clumsily to the nearby mirror in the hallway, nearly tripping
over shrunken feet on the way there. The image in the mirror was a
foreign one. He's a lot thinner than before and appears to have shrunk
a few inches. The only hair left on his body is on the top of his head
and it looks much shaggier than before.
The warm feeling radiated trough his face and brought with it more
changes. His facial features shifted and contorted, taking on a more
female look. Lips become fuller, the nose shrinks, his cheekbones and
jaw line become less pronounced. A tingling in his scalp preceded his
hair growing longer, coming down almost to his shoulders now. If it
weren't for the shrunken appendage between his legs, it would be
difficult to tell if he was male or female.
"No!" He cried out voice, even higher now. "This can't be happening,
this isn't me, this ..."
Before he could finish that thought, his hips began to expand. The
swelling of his rump and thighs is offset with the cracking sound of
his pelvis. His waistline began to shrink as well, the slimming of his
stomach giving his lower half a distinctly curved look.
As the changes continued, a warm feeling filled his chest. His
pectorals swell out of his chest, gaining mass and fat. Shocked he cups
his newly formed breasts. They are already C-cups and still growing. A
moan of treasonous pleasure escapes his lips as a hand grazes now a
sensitive nipple.
The strange feeling of pleasure mixes with the pains of his changing
body, creating an odd sensation. How could he be enjoying this? He had
to fight it somehow. He looked into the mirror once more, his whole
body appears female excluding one minor detail. As he looked down at
his shrunken manhood, he knows what will happen next.
"Oh God, no please no!" He tries one last time to resist, but to no
avail. His last remaining mark of manhood shifted and pulled inward,
the female counter part quickly taking its place.
Alex tilted his head back, tears streaming down is now female face. He
cried out into the night as the stress, pains, and pleasures of the
transformation combined in a powerful climax. Letting out a breath of
relief as the changes finish, he fell to the floor unconscious.
Minutes passed silently before the female figure awoke from the floor,
she paused for a moment in front of the mirror to enjoy her new more
feminine form. Slender hands caressed her recently shaped curves; she
was clearly content with the results of her transformation.
Stepping out onto the apartment's balcony, she gazed out onto the
glimmering lights of the city below and the stars above. A cool breeze
comforts her skin, still flush with the warmth of the change. The moon
hangs high above the newly formed woman casting its strange and
supernatural light down upon her. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a dull
evening after all.
Charlize
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