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(I would read Part 1. Before you proceed otherwise this will just be a whole lot of letters) (I wrote the first part as a stand alone TG / TF story. Then I wanted to know what happened next so I thought about it and here it is in a serialized form.) ..... Now Brad has lost his masculinity to the Cassandra curse will he embrace his new sexuality and is anyone ever really free from the Cassandra Curse. The Cassandra Curse Part 2. 1) (Cassandra) I am Cassandra Satirise and for just over a month now I have carried the curse. I carry her past, her secrets of which there are many. I know the pain and shame of her life and lovers. I am trapped in a female body that drove me to ruin myself and fuck away my manhood. I am on a new path living a new life while someone else lives my life. I was Brad Taylor 26 with my whole life before me and in one fateful evening everything changed for me. I look back into the mirror and she looks back at me I see her, Cassandra she tries to find the man that I was. Her eyes look back is he there she asks? She searches and sees it is me Brad Taylor I am here. She frowns, she pouts, today for the first time in a long time she doesn't cry. Today she knows that he is there but only behind that mask. That beautiful visage hides who I am and who she is a man trapped inside his own sexual fantasy. I am still here and yet somehow these 30 days I have changed and here is how it happened. ......... (Cassandra) When New Brad pulled his cock out of me. I knew it was done. I knew that everything that I had been as a physical man was gone. I could see it was gone as the tall masculine body rolled off the bed and stood up and stretched to his height. Every last particle of the man in front me and is who I had been even down to the small mole on the back of his left shoulder. His pubic hair, his hair his teeth all of it stretching out before me and marvelling in what has taken from me. I lie on my side watching him the all too real outer body experience and felt a strange emptiness between my legs. The walls of my new sex feel tender, not sore exactly but still feel the phantom presence of the cock that was in there. The strange feelings are gentle but still a reminder that I have been fucked and this is something new. As a man when I pull my dick out of someone that is, the deed is done and the only lingering reminder of what I just did is wiped away with a towel. This feels strange I wonder how long I will feel that tenderness in my muscles that ache in my pussy that says you were fucked. I squeeze my pussy walls almost involuntary and feel something else a spew of his spunk flowing out of my pussy. The warm liquid seems to bubble out of my hole and trickle down my thigh cooling as it flows his juice mixed with mine. As I lie there trying to process these new feelings he moves to the bedroom mirror and I roll slightly to follow him and as I moved I feel the tug of the two new huge breasts on my chest. I watch as stands before the bedroom mirror at his reflection and grins from ear to ear. I have a pang of jealousy that smile was my smile. The pride in the reflection I feel so well. I loved my own reflection before how long before I can have that feeling in this body. Will this person look back and smile at themselves or will they wince with shame and humiliation what have I done? "Fuck Cassandra I hit the fucking jackpot. This dick this body. So tall. So strong, so fucking handsome and then this dick again. I am so sorry. But look I will help you. I really will. I won't be an ass hole. I will make sure we find you a better body, a better life a better dick. Shit that is gonna be hard this dick it feel so heavy." I know what he means my dick was heavy flaccid it was around 5 inches sometimes having that between your legs was a pain but mostly it was a reassuring presence. As he swings his dick and balls back and forth he laughs and he hear the slap of his dick. I know how much he will love having that dick I never really appreciated that till now as I feel the tender empty space between my own legs. "Fuck I am so fucking handsome.. Oh Cassandra I am so sorry but I will help you honestly I won't be like some of the other Cassandra's over the years. I will help you Brad." Brad laughed and didn't sound sorry at all far from it. I stare at him it was true he was tall and handsome and strong and he was in my fucking body. I sat up and more spunk leaked out of my freshly fucked hole. I want to yell how much more of that shit is still in me the wetness now trickles out and pools under me as I sit up. I feel the wet patch forming under my pussy lips and ass cheeks. My tits hang off me gravity takes hold of them and I look down at them hanging down freely sensual heavy mounds of flesh I push them together as they hang apart it is comforting to hold them and cup them so I let go and they swing down and apart again. Fuck they looked so great on someone else how the hell am I supposed to live with these fucking things. My hair hangs down and I toss me head back without even thinking about it. I look at his chest sculpted muscles. Years of me working out to have pecs and he has them now and I have two fucking udders in exchange. I stand up and I feel the cooling trickle of cum running down my fucking leg. Fucking dick batter leaking, not just any dick batter my own fucking baby makers dribbling out of me. This is so fucked up and I am so fucked. Pleasure, turned to pain that has turned to shock and numbness and now anger. I walk up to him his is nearly a foot taller than me. I am suddenly aware that everything feels so much bigger and I feel so much smaller. The room has taken on new proportions I feel smaller and more vulnerable before him. He is taller and broader than I am and I feel it. I sense it as I look around the room. I get up close and every step is strange my body moves with a strangely my hips rock slightly side to side I am not trying to do that I just feel it my boobs sway and I throw my head back again this hair long and lustrous but mane of blonde looks seems to have a mind of it's own. I also feel that tender ache in my pussy with each step. I am looking at myself and I start to hit him and scream in my girlish voice. "I hate you. Give me back my fucking life you bastard," I scream and sob and this time he holds me and I thump his chest and cry and cry. He towers over me I am so small he is so strong. His grip is so strong and I feel so weak as my tiny hands beat on his big broad chest and they don't even make an impact. He holds me with ease his powerful muscular body just taking my anger. As I cry I feel my body shake and wobble in ways that I don't want it to. I am a chick. I am fucking chick. Someone has stolen my wonderful dick, my body, my life and now he is telling me he will help me. It is all too much. "Hey C'mon Cassie don't cry," he says. "Don't fucking call me that you ass hole. My name is BBBBBbbb...Fuck you," I scream and lift up my knee and hit him straight in the bollocks. He falls to the floor groaning. "My name is Cassandra and you deserved that you bastard," I yell at him and storm into his bathroom only it my bathroom now. I look at my baby doll face in the mirror. My big blue eyes are now red eyes swollen and puffy my god I am so fucking sexy and I am a chick. I sob for hours. ...... 2) (Brad) It has been a week now since I became Brad and I am driving to see Cassandra. I left her on Monday and today is Saturday I have checked in with her every day and on the surface she is coping. I know how hard it is for her nobody knows that more than me. I lived it myself it is hard to lose everything you thought you knew about yourself forced overnight into a new body, a new life, new body, new gender and new sexuality. The curse is cruel you are your own living reminder what drove you to become who you are. Everything about you physically is a constant waking living reminder of how you got there. The face, the legs, the breasts the pussy, the sensual soft skin you live. You watched that person you saw that person and craved them with lust and became that person. It is hard because physically you are completely made new and yet inside nothing is new. I was so euphoric after the change I still am if I am honest. I am 40 years old I spent 39 years as man and a year as a woman and I have re gained my masculinity and I could not be happier about it. So when she kneed my swiftly and painfully in the nuts and I went down quicker than a 2 dollar whore groaning I knew I had to show some compassion. I let her cry and slept in the guest room. I was woken up about mid day by a raging boner. I leap of bed out naked my dick felt so big I stood in front of the mirror and jerked at my dick it felt so amazing, I felt powerful and strong. This dick is huge and sensitive it has a foreskin and that is new and novel I work the stiff rod between my legs and revel in my reflection. I tweak a nipple as I watch myself and give up as it is surprisingly unsatisfying and not sensitive at all. No matter I think as I tug away at this huge cock. I feel a sense of pride as my big nuts churn. I felt my big long toes curl and my knees tremble as I blasted the mirror with cum, rope after rope of thick juice blasted against the mirror and trickled down as I stood this mountain of male virility spent my dick softening. I had craved this for a year. I had never accepted myself in that body, as that woman, even at my most depraved being double penetrated or spanked or whipped I had never given up on regaining this. Now I had this I would never let it go. I checked in on her she was asleep in a fetal position. I let her sleep and quietly. I shower and that is the first time I really notice just how much taller I am the shower in the guest en suite seems so much smaller and so does the flat. I have nothing to wear. My clothes are in the main bedroom and she needs her rest. I put on one of her silky gowns to see if that will fit but my thick arms barely make it down the sleeves. The male guest robe is discarded in the bedroom as well from the night before. I make do with a towel for modesty. Personally I would walk around naked but this will have to do. I make a huge pot of stew. I chop and cook and but on the slow cooker. I add in seasoning hot sauce and let it simmer away. It is nearly 5 in the afternoon as I sit in the late afternoon sunshine on my balcony I look out over the city knowing this place I have had for nearly a year now will be hers. I am sipping a beer and I hear rustling. I turn around she is up. She doesn't want to speak. She is wearing robe but the bigger robe and it drowns her. I give her some pain killers and water. She looks me up and down she is sad but I know she is also turned on. She will be for a few more days. If she is anything like me. I tell her to shower and dress. I show her where the clothes are and she looks as I finish speaking. I have just shown her wear I keep the underwear. "Bra's, Panties. I am not wearing fucking Bras and panties," she says snarling. I watch as she goes to the shower and returns her hair dripping wet. I get her a towel for her hair at first she resists but she lets me help her. I feed her a bowl of stew and give her some red wine. She looks at the bowl. "What is this am I on rations," she laughs. I tell her to finish the bowl and if she wants more she can have it. "Yes dad," she says in her surly way. She sips at the wine and asks for a beer instead. I give her one and she doesn't finish eating the bowl. She looks at me her eyes wide. She knows that as Brad she could have eaten the entire contents of the slow cooker now she can't eat like that. She is sad and tired she says nothing. I talk to her about the curse about what happened to me. She remember some of what I said to her last night. We sit together she leans into me. She is crying again. It stops and after a couple of beers she is talking. She tells me things I may need to know. Thing from work, things about Rob. I let her talk I share her memories of her old life and I will manage but it helps her to talk. I watch her as she starts to become a little. I sit down next to her with a glass of water and she kisses me on the cheek and thanks me. Minutes late she kisses me and again and I kiss her back. I know where this is heading and she doesn't stop me as I lead her to the bedroom. he is vigorous and vocal and then shocked when it is over. She says she couldn't stop herself asks if it will always be like this. Is she now cursed to fuck herself on any man she meets. I explain to her these feeling will pass. She will be in charge of what she does and with who. I tell her how insanely horny I was crazy horny after my change but it passed. I show her the vast collection of sex toys curated and collected by the Cassandras. She looks at the whips, handcuffs, outfits, chastity belts dildos and vibrators. She laughs it is like someone has raided the local sex shop. Then as she holds a vibrator she looks and me and says. "You could have shown me these before I threw myself on your dick you bastard," she laughs. It is a gentle laugh but it is all I needed. I know she is getting some sense of who she is and what happened on Sunday afternoon when she finally goes and puts a bra on because. "These things are really fucking annoying me." Again she laughs a little and returns holding the bra and saying "Brad how the fuck am I supposed to get this fucking thing on. Help me you little shit." By Sunday evening we have sex on last time. She is so beautiful beneath me. I love the feeling of me on top of her feeling the full length of my dick gliding into her hole. I know I can thrust and pound her but this dick is big and I know how it feels and I time my long slow thrusts. She deserves the best this dick can give her and I want to do that. It feels amazing to be this again to fuck. The hot wet tight pussy gripping my shaft sinking my dick deep into her as she aches for more pleasure and finally cums. I work her into one more orgasm with faster, deeper thrusts. I feel my strong legs and thighs help me to power into her. I feel the raw masculinity of this body I love how it feels the look on her face as she embraces the feeling of being fucked and then as her eyes roll back and her cunt tightens she trembles I let go and feel that release. I missed that feeling I will not take that for granted. I know I have a month before I am fully free of this wretched curse but as my dick softens in her pussy I will not be her again. ............ 3) (Brad) I have to say I can see why she loved being Brad so much. He is fucking awesome. That Monday. I went to work. I flirted with Mel and the new girl in the office Nicole. They flirted with me. I loved that feeling of women looking at me. Last week I was the one getting looked at but there is a world of difference between male attention towards women and female attention to men. Brad gets lots of attention. I never had to get up for a coffee all day. I never had to grab a sandwich. My dick throbbed from time to time at all the pussy in the office. The women in the office fussed around him. He had slept with a number of them and they still loved him. I think his approach to sex the no strings up front approach worked. He was never leading anybody on. He never did that I could tell from his memories how he would talk to women he was always up front this was consensual and no strings. I was also surprised at how little he would talk to men about his sex life. It was a personal thing. Almost like a gentlemanly code of honor. Brad was very different to anything I had been as a man when I was Alan I was a braggadocios fool and the richer I got the more I would use that to get sex. People love Brad. He is fucking "awesome" as they say around his office. It was Ben who said to me First. "Thanks Brad man you are awesome." He smiled as he left my desk because I had given him report it was strange but I sensed just how liked he was. Brad is funny and sexy, charming, sexual but not sleazy. I love him and so do the people he knows it would seem. I only hope I can be as charming and funny and easy going as he was. This new Brad has to make a real effort to be those things. His job is easy possibly to easy I fear I will get bored but for now it is a good introduction back into the world of work. The other thing I loved doing this week was working out. The power of this big body, the size of me and how easy it was. Way back in my old life as Alan working out was a chore but as Brad it was easy. His body my body was athletic. Sure it was still work to work out but it was amazing how easy it was to run on the treadmill to lift weights how great it felt. The rush of knowing people were watching and looking at me gave me the adrenaline to really power on and show off. I knew Brad was a narcissist and that was a trait I loved about him and now me. I loved to flex a little, catch my own reflection adjust my hair even though it was perfect. I loved wearing tight shorts at the gym and letting people see my huge junk, seeing the stares of envy as they could see the VPL. The best thing though I love his dick it is always ready to go. The boy is a horn dog. After over year of having nothing between my legs this thing packs a punch and people notice. When people use the word package well it isn't always true but I have a full package and I love it. I tried not to let Cassandra know how much I loved this body but I failed. I need to make sure I don't rub it in the but then she knows better than me. Being Brad I was rediscovering the joy of Jerking off and with his cock, I was like a kid with a new toy. Fuck it was like the difference between a stick shit and an automatic car it was so easy no lube required just lock, load and explode. I was always horny and ready to jerk and it felt fucking awesome a two handed wank is soul food. I found myself jerking off far too often but I figured one I hadn't had a dick for a year and two it would help keep me out of trouble. I was determined to keep this life. I have stolen a lot more than I expected. It is not the first time I have landed a new body and life but this is one I wanted and it has exceeded my expectations. Handsome, funny, tall, strong and loved, I am going to appreciate it. Finally there is Rob he was back. It met me flat mate and friend on Monday evening for the first time in this body. I had met him before as Cassandra and was keen to feel the dynamic in real life. I had memories but that is different from actually living something and this was strange and I have to say quite a pleasant surprise. Rob had made dinner and had even done the laundry. It was like having a live in butler. Even with my old billions I never had this, sure the food and booze were better but there was no affection no warmth Rob brings that with everything he does for Brad. We drank a few beers and ate a great chilli. So it wasn't fine dining but it was good. He asked where I was at the weekend. I told him nowhere and then he said my bed hadn't been slept in. He had made it up on Friday before he left. I can understand why Brad loved this guy. I told him I slept with Cassie and he couldn't believe it. We chat and laugh and I feel really at ease with him. He talks and I listen and try to learn the nature of their relationship. I try to get the right balance however, it isn't difficult Rob is keen to please Brad and this is an uneven relationship and one that could easily be taken of advantage of. Of course what I know is that Rob is gay. It was one of the reasons that I didn't try to pass the curse on to him. He was my first target but I wasn't sure how it would work or if he would even fuck me as Cassandra but as the week moves on there is one thing I know for sure. He would definitely fuck me as Brad. It was when Kaitlyn his fianc?e dropped by mid week before they went out for a meal. I saw how he was with her cold almost aloof but mostly bored. It was strange to see the two of them together because warm, funny Rob was suddenly a different person. I have to say she was cold and aloof with him as well. I could see her scowl at me as he told me had a spare half hour so he cooked me a pot pie. I laughed and thanked him my little domestic godless if looks could kill I would be dead she gave me the stink eye and I thanked him. As soon as I met Kaitlyn I realized she really did not like Brad she was the first and only person that week who didn't like him. I wondered if she knew or suspected that her "Robbie" had feelings for Brad. I didn't really care about her. Rob was almost certainly cheating on her but not with women but men. And even if all that talk he had with Brad about cheating was lies or male bravado then he was mentally unfaithful to her. This little threesome was a toxic brew and would all blow up one day that as for sure. It had been one week exactly Friday evening and Rob was free. He was seeing Kaitlyn tomorrow and I would drop by and spend some time with Cassandra. I had spoken to her on the phone a couple of times but I needed to check in on her properly. Rob and I were ready to go out and enjoy the town get drunk. We went round to a few local bars. I realized I had been out of that world of Cassandra for a week and was revelling in my new found masculinity. I loved it. I loved the way my body moved. I loved standing up to piss. I loved my muscles the way women looked at me. I loved it all. I just needed to stay out of trouble for another 23 days and I would be free of that wretched curse. I realized that with the attention came the potential for trouble. I was determined not to just pick up some random chick and fuck her god know what could happen. So I was a little careful about that. I was attentive to Rob actually listening to him talk not watching the bar but trying to actually be here with him. He really was trying to hard in these situations "look at her great ass" that sort of thing. Eventually I stopped him. "Rob lets just enjoy each other's company tonight. I am not interested in scoring tonight and I don't really think you are. Tell me about campaign at work what was it? The Garden Helper? What exactly is that shit?" I say. He turns to me. "You really want me to talk about work?" he says astonished. "Anything! Anything but you staring at chicks that neither of us are that interested in and pretending like we are going to score tonight. Lets just enjoy some time together," It was strange because in Brads memory there was a friend and it wasn't Rob that Brad used to say that to but that moment passes as I try to recall that part of Brads life because fleetingly it seems important. "Really you want to about the Garden Buddy! That piece of shit that retails for $9.99 yes just $9.99. This piece of Chinese garbage will clutter up your garage and never bio degrade because it is made from the worst sort of plastic ever. You will stare at the garden buddy for years wondering what on earth possessed you to buy such a device. But wait you can get two Garden Buddies yes 2 if you call now," he says in his mock informercial voice. "You want to hear about the Garden Buddy!" he laughs and carries on and we both laugh at how dumb his latest project at work is. As he talks I remember what first drew me to Rob as Cassandra and then finally to Brad. On the surface is the boy next door, good looking but ordinary, he seems simple and almost like an every man. There is so much more to him. As he walks through the functions of the Garden Buddy and his failure to come up with anything even remotely resembling any sort of marketing strategy for this "Plastic Piece of Shit" as he puts it I start to cry with laughter. In all my plans I had never expected to be so drawn to another guy. I had spent a year sucking cock, getting fucked in my pussy, getting fucked in my ass and now here was this guy who loved me. He was handsome, smart funny attentive. I wasn't sure if I didn't maybe love him a little bit. Probably in a way that Brad never could before. I would need to be careful. I knew as Brad I didn't find him physically attractive but I was strangely drawn to Rob. .......... 4) (Cassandra) Brad is coming over later today and I tidy around a bit. I have let this place to shit this week. I guess not having Rob around to take care of me got me lazy to basic housework. I am strangely all over the place anxious about him coming but scared. I feel excited to see him but angry. My emotions are all over the place and have been all week, I am operating in an almost dreamlike state I am here but I am not. Everything is heightened I am sad, humiliated or I am happy, excited. There seems to be no happy medium the pendulum swings violently carrying my emotions with it. I could just put it down to hormones and eat a tub of ice cream but I know it is not that. It is the constant awareness of how much has changed and the constant realization of the inner me still being the same but having to change with the physical and not all of it is bad. I know when Brad left on Monday we had slept together a few more times that weekend. I fucking loved it. I loved getting fucked. Even now thinking about it makes me a little moist. The one thing I do know is I won't let that happen again. I can't. I am sure I will have sex again just not with me it is just too fucking weird but than I am very fucking handsome. There is one conflict. I was shocked how much I enjoyed the sex the physical act of it. It felt wonderful and yet I feel a sense of shame about it. As Brad I loved sex why wouldn't I love sex as Cassandra I really need to work that out in my head. Even thinking about as I am changing the bed sheets and looking at the stains. I can't believe I slept in those for a week. Covered in my cunt batter and his nut batter. I leak again. So much turns me on and it still shocks me. I lost my masculinity my height, my muscles all of that but I lost my sexuality and that is something so personal and of course my pussy like my dick tells me what it likes. So I don't get a boner any more but I know when I am turned on. They say the dick wants what the dick wants well let me tell you so does the pussy. I fuss around and try and arrange the bed and lose myself in the duvet for a while. Fuck I don't want him to think I just fell apart that I can't cope. I am struggling to cope but I don't want him to know that and I finish in the bedroom and pause. I push my hair away from my face and just breathe. So much is different. Pissing, showering and looking at myself remain a trauma. Wiping my dribble piss off my flaps and sitting down to pee are all so hard to get used to. Sitting down to just piss is more emasculating than I expected not holding a dick to take a leak such a simple thing. Standing up to piss is something I have done since I was potty trained I have to unlearn 24 years of toilet habits and it is weird. The reflection in the mirrors around the apartment of which there are many shock me the sight of the most sexy woman. This sexy blonde woman out of the corner of my eye in the hall, the bedroom, the bathroom and it is me. She is sexy and that pleases my vanity but she is also me and that disturbs me. The way she moves even simple things like toweling my hair is sensual and provocative and I am unable to appreciate it at the moment and yet some how I like it and I hate myself for liking it. I am a sensual vibrant curvy woman and I love that but I also find it so distressing. Even for a narcissist like me it is hard. Perhaps the strangest thing is what is between my legs. It isn't just the lack of having a dick that satisfying heft of my dick and balls replaced by that space that empty space. It is that it isn't empty there is a sexual organ there and it is different and feels different and looks different. My pussy is not a tidy slit I have uneven labia and a large clit. It bothers me in a way it shouldn't perhaps because it reminds me of how judgmental I was about pussies when they were not mine not I look at and can't see the beauty in it I wish my pussy was more even and my clit a little smaller. That disturbs me the fact that I don't scream every time I see it but wish it was prettier. Then there is the lack of morning wood. I still reach down every morning to grab my dick only to find a moist snatch between my leg. Nights of strange dreams erotic dreams of hot men with big cocks getting fucked, spanked, being a naughty girl. I wake up to grope for my phantom boner to find with sadness it is a phantom and there is nothing but a wet moist snatch horny and empty. I hate how it leaks warm hot oil telling me it is ready to be fucked wants to be fucked the wetness the damp leaking between my legs signals something and it bothers me and yet I can enjoy the feeling of being turned on. I now know my whole sense of sexuality is changed and I don't know how far and how I can really handle it. I think the one of the more surprising things was how lonely I felt. The prospect of leaving this lovely apartment horrified me being seen as a women was the biggest step but I was lonely. The only people I spoke to all week were the people at Ralph's when I went shopping or the Take away people when they deliver. Going out to Ralph's sent me into a trauma. Cassandra doesn't have much in the way of modest clothing. I need to sort that out because getting used to people looking at me in this body will take some doing. I used to love attention as Brad now it has an almost sinister tone to it. Not all the attention is wanted. I know how men look at women I used to be one and now it sort of creeps me out a little. Stepping out of the house was hard I felt self conscious a fraud part of me felt like people would know I was a man but then I would see men looking as I walked around the store and know they really didn't see me as a man at all far from it. As awful as it was as I unpacked I felt a strange sense of triumph that I could do this I could live like this until I could get to be a man again. Getting dressed has turned out to be frustrating it just isn't that easy. I mean as Brad I could be showered and dressed in 10 minutes flat if pushed. Now of course I would like to take my time but it could be done. Not a anymore. It would seem the one memory I can't access is hot to put on a fucking bra. Brad showed me and I am still struggling . I have tried going without a bra but these are not small perky boobs these are fucking sensual lumps of flesh. My tits weigh a ton and flap and slap around. I used to like the feeling of free balling and my nuts slapping around but this is that times a 100, it is as if someone stuck a pair of elephant bollocks on my chest as some cruel joke. Just getting my puppies into a bra is hard work. I think I almost have the knack. I just know that getting a bra off is a lot easier than getting one on. But once it is on the relief is awesome. The other day I found myself in front of the mirror the clasp finally sealed and looking at my tits the really are something to behold as much as I hate them they are a sight. I cupped them together and posed a little a bit like I used to when I might flex to check out my pump after a session at the gym. I smiled and then felt ashamed that I enjoying that feeling of seeing myself cupping my huge tits together. Then there are panties. Fucking panties. I was a trunks, briefs man or a free baller. I needed to keep my junk contained but now I don't have junk. I have that thing between my legs and some of those panties feel really sexy against my pussy. Especially when it is freshly shaven. I noticed some stubble on my legs and on puss the other day and I thought about letting it all grow out but I think the part of me that was Brad the vain bastard took over. If I was in this body I wanted it to be the best body I could make it. It took me ages to shave my legs and then my vag and when it was done I spent 15 minutes just stroking my smooth skin. It was a revelation and a turn on. I never shaved as a guy. I would trim my bush and my chest but not shave. But the feeling was awesome. The feeling of silky panties riding up into the folds of my wet pussy makes me feel sick. I love how much I love this shit. I hate myself for enjoying the sensations. That was the first day I played with myself. The feeling of my shaved legs and soft delicate pussy had got me wet and bothered. I slowly explored my folds. Their plumpness they felt so nice to touch and stroke. It was so different to having a dick just tug , go and wipe. This took time. I tried fingering myself and that felt nice but what really surprised me was that my clit was where it was at. The little nub of flesh a million times more sensitive than my dick almost painful to play with at first but with coaxing and rubbing it would come to life and take a beating. It was frustrating at first I would get close and then lose it and it was like starting all over again the mood would go and I was back to square one. However after what seemed like an age and the help of a small vibrator on my clit I finally worked myself up into a ball of squealing orgasm bucking and thrusting as I gave myself an orgasm. I lay panting shocked at the intensity. It wasn't my first orgasm but the sheer length and intensity of my orgasm was still a surprise but the effort to get there was also hard to compute. The afterglow of the orgasm only led to conflict. I enjoyed it so much and hated how much I enjoyed. It was only as I put my panties back on and rolled on a pair of stocking and attached them to a suspender belt I found and put on the bra and checked myself out and saw the most stunning sexual woman before me that I would and could get used to this but it wouldn't be easy. The other strange revelation were heels. First of all Cassandra is built for heels. As painful as the make my feet my calves have just got used to walking in heels being in heels. They make my legs look great and they also give me the one thing I miss most. I used to be 6ft 3" now I am 5ft 7" I notice everything is so much bigger rooms feel bigger, even the car feels bigger. Shelves feel taller but getting that lift helps. I even found myself looking on line for some bigger heels. Cassandra has some but not enough. In fact on Friday morning I tried on quite a lot of her shoes. It was weirdly satisfying and then I spent an hour cursing myself for getting drawn into this world so quickly. I also wasn't prepared for make up. I know Cassandra has a number of looks but really doesn't need a lot of make up. I dreaded doing something so feminine but the vain side of who I was really couldn't help be engrossed in shading this face. The complete difference that color made to my eyes, my strong cheekbones and my lips. I never really had an artistic streak but this was like painting on a canvass and I lost at least two afternoons playing at dressing up. In part because I was so fascinated and also because as Brad I always took a sense of pride in looking my best why the hell would I do anything different for Cassandra. In many ways exploring these feminine things felt conflicting there was a sense of shame that I was giving in that I needed to fight and there was the practical side of me that just needed to live. 5) (Cassandra) After nearly a week as Cassandra I get ready for Brad coming round I rush around with the hoover and finally try and slip into a floral summer skirt, all made up, hair done and the house looking not great but quite the trash tip is was earlier. I don't want him to worry about me. It is only when I sit down I notice how sore my nipples are and that I feel a little run down. I think maybe I over did things. I take a couple of pain killers and then the door bell rings. I see him standing there. That smile makes my pussy melt, fuck he is handsome but I am not compelled to ride him in quite the same was I was last week. That crazy unbearable sense of horny had gone by the time left last week. I let him in and try not to let him know how much he turns me on. Fuck I loved myself as a guy as a straight chick I love me even more. I wonder if I have a sense of body swapping Stockholm syndrome, Brad is almost like the captor or abuser that I have a connection with. He really is my only connection at the moment to any semblance of life outside of this apartment and I need that. Brad seems pleased and also a little relieved to see me. He gives me a kiss on the cheek as he greets me and calls me honey at some point which irks me a little but I let it pass. He tells me about work and all the gossip. I ask about how he got on with this person and that person and some of the things he tell me make me laugh and some of them make me wince. A few times I say oh you can't do that with them or you mustn't do that to her. He looks at me and I realize he can do what the hell he wants with my friends, with my life just as I must start to do this same with this life. I am starting to get a little sad at the thought. He talks away about work mostly and the gym and it makes me feel a little sad. He has no real conflicts he has stepped into his new life and role without any of the problems I have faced and still am. He got what he wanted and I start to feel down until he mentions Kaitlyn. "What an absolute bitch she is awful," he says and I laugh we both do. I share some stories with him. He laps them up. Nothing brings people together like their mutual loathing of another person and this works a treat. We really run down Kaitlyn we laugh and I finally ask if he is staying over. He looks at me and smiles. "Only if you are comfortable with that." He smiles and I feel my pussy heat up and flush a little hot wetness into my panties. We share a bottle of wine and I am not sure I like it so I sip it. He knocks it back like I know he can. He shows me where some of the cookware is as it becomes apparent that I lived on deliveries all week even though I have a fridge full of grocery, stuff I know I will never be able to eat. I shopped with Brad's appetite but I can't eat like him anymore. It would seem I can't really drink like him anymore either. Certainly not the volume and the wine is not my thing I have a beer instead the one thing I still have in common with my old self I am a beer girl. We sit on the balcony after eating and chat. I almost lose myself. It is like getting a living diary of my old life. Brad is a connection to something that was my life. It has only been a week but if feels like a lifetime ago and in a way that is exactly what it is. The air turns a bit chilly and as we take in the evening Brad puts his arm around me. I look up at him as we sit on the garden chair of my balcony. I take in his handsome face. The lovely face that I stared at many times. I feel my pussy tingle. I tell myself to stop but I nuzzle into his big strong chest. It feels good to be sat his chest and body are reassuringly familiar. He tells me he has something to tell me about Rob. I chuckle. "You are not going to tell me he is gay are you?" He laughs. "How did you know?" he asks. "I have your memories of Cassandra do you not think I didn't replay the thoughts and feeling you had before we met. The thought process you went over to chose me and not somebody else. Those are the memories I tried to get first. It is clear I hadn't accessed memories about where the pans are I must have peeked into the past somehow. I have to say I was shocked but it makes sense now that I know. I wonder why he lied. I also wonder how man of those chicks he told me he was fucking were dudes. Poor Rob. So confused," I say. I lean into him further laughing at little hoping Rob will be fine I also get a strange sense of Brad and Rob and it is a feeling of danger but it passes. We both laugh about how Kaitlyn will take it when or if she find out. I feel a little tipsy and a lot horny. "Brad I promised myself we wouldn't have sex this weekend. That I wouldn't do this. But maybe one last time?" I say and look up at him. I know he wants it his arm around me his stiff dick tenting in his cargo pants. He pulls me in close. "Are you sure this isn't just the booze talking?" he says. "No I am not sure at all but right now I feel really horny and you are quite a catch. We both know you are?" I laugh at my own joke. He turns sides ways and I feel his hand move up my dress and his big thick fingers and strong hands slide into the fabric of my panties. He caresses the soft wet folds of my pussy and I feel that sense of fullness that is now my new cunt boner. My little fat clit poking out of it's hood and folds. He tweaks it gently and playfully and I moan. We kiss and I feel a sense of bliss wash over me as he works me up into a lather. His strong fingers working my clit and the feel of his light stubble and strong tongue as we start to kiss. He is so much better at working my clit than I am but I will learn. He stops for a moment and pulls out his hand. "Should we take this to the bedroom," he says. "Oh Brad. Fuck. Yes," I say and then I notice his finger. "Brad have you cut yourself?" he has blood on his fingers. He looks at his hand then at me. "Cassandra honey. Don't freak out." "What? Why would I freak out? What is wrong with you?" But even as I say it. I know. I feel a hot white flash of sheer unadulterated shame. I leap up and run into the flat. I rush to the bathroom. I pull down my panties I have a shocking brownish red stained patch in the crotch and round to the ass like a huge fucking skid mark. I grab some tissue and wipe the entrance to my twat. I lift up the tissue it is stained red with blood. I start to sob. I had tried so hard to hold it together. To be trying to process this to deal with it but it hits me. The reality hits me. My cunt is bleeding I am on the rag as I used to call it. I am a fucking chick. I sob some more and Brad walks in and holds me in his strong arms. Brad helped me to clean up and showed me where he used to keep the tampons and panty liners. It really took the edge off the sexual tension. We drank a little more I cleaned up myself and inserted a tampon. I could barely feel it but that didn't matter I knew it was there. I fell asleep that night even with Brad lightly snoring next to me. I cried myself to sleep. Not so much because I had my period but because looking at him lying next to me and seeing him and seeing me. I knew I needed to grieve for the life I lost before I couldn't really embrace the life I had. I could cope with all of this but I needed to go through the stages of grief and start dealing with my emotions and having a period was just the trigger I needed. I had lived this week in a sort of denial playing at dressing up and make up and exploring being female but it was real I need to stop playing and really deal with this. I need to slowly move to the next stage of grief when I am ready. I drift off to sleep with that thought and realization of what I need to do but not fully sure that is what will happen. ..... 6) (Brad) I woke up before her. I rushed out and to the little bakery on the corner and got some muffins, croissants and coffee. I bought extra because I was only just getting used to eating for Brad. Fuck I never ate so much in my life and I always seemed to be hungry. I rushed back to the apartment and she was still asleep. I remember how hard it hit me when I had my first period. It really underscored things. It is literally the period on your femininity. I watch her for a while. I know how hard all of this is but she is strong. Stronger than me. I have lost the collective conscious of the Cassandra I remember only what I learned in my time but the voices are gone replaced by the trio of lives Brad's life, and my own memories of Alan and my time as Cassandra. Three lives on one mind and I seem to not really be any wiser. She is different though and I am not sure how. Her make up was flawless, her legs shaved, her hair made up. It took me months to really even face up to all of that. Cassandra doesn't need it, she is a natural beauty but Brad seems to have taken to that really well. I slopped around for weeks in over size clothes in fact I wore a man's shirt I found in the closet for nearly a month. I didn't leave the old apartment for days on end. I moved Cassandra here to this flat. I needed a new start new city and I moved her and her life to this city I needed to be away from my past. She had the money and thanks to a failed embezzlement scheme of my old Casandra so did I. I was strong like that. I took care of the money but I wore a hoody and hid away for weeks. It was only the need to get a male life that drove me to adapt to her and her femininity. This Cassandra told me what she wore to the Grocery store and how she greeted me yesterday she looked a million dollars. She will be fine and I will try and help her and not just fuck her though it is tempting. When she wakes up we chat a bit and I show her round the apartment properly. I tell her to get a maid service I used to have one but canceled them last week. This Cassandra as I know is not made for cleaning. I showed her were here Doctor details were and that she wouldn't need to get the pill for another few weeks. I walked her through her medical insurance details and other insurance policies. She walks me over some of her medical complaints dislocated shoulder and also the biopsy on the mole on my right leg that she had done the Friday we met. I had wondered what that small cut was but not long enough to get to the memory. She assures me it is nothing to worry about but as soon as she said it I remembered. I told her I would speak to the Dr as they hadn't called. I took her over finances. I along with other Cassandra's had amassed some wealth over the years. I had made some good investment this past year and had even manage to get her a little portfolio with one of the city's more exclusive wealth management companies. I had pulled that last week on the off chance that she wanted to do something else with her considerable wealth. She still had a large stock portfolio and was incredibly rich. I nearly asked for a loan because as Brad I saw my new bank balance and it wasn't great. I did think now wasn't the time to be looking for a hand out. We ate a little lunch both agreed I should leave and I would see her next Saturday for a couple of hours. She thanked me. As I was leaving she stopped me and said. "Brad be kind to Rob he loves you, don't take advantage of that please do you promise me." I promised her and left. I could hear her words in my head as I left. How did she know? What did she mean. Maybe she could sense my guilt about Rob. As much as I loved jerking off, I had started to see the thought of Rob as an option for a bit of sexual relief. I was hard as hell as I drove home. I tried moving my stiff cock around in my pants get it comfortable it was straining. I thought about the fuck we never had and that only made the throbbing stiffness between my legs worse. I wasn't complaining I had so missed that feeling of being hard and getting hard. When I was Cassandra I used to get wet and moist I never liked that. As much as I loved being Brad this dick has a fucking mind of it's own. How he has managed to not knock anyone up or be more disliked I will never know the man is a living fucking saint. I am beginning to think that I have stolen a life I can't live up. When I first met Brad he seemed like a selfish player and he was and still is but there is so much more to him than that and I am slowly learning how much love, life and laughter he brings to those around him even if his a vain prick sometimes. Rob is in the apartment when I get back so I don't jack off. He is back early because Kaitlyn and her mom and brother were going to be checking out wedding dresses and he would couldn't see any of that planning. It is still early afternoon Sunday he is in a funk Kaitlyn was more hard work than usual the restaurant and bar they went to yesterday had been a disaster apparently. So we hit the sports bar for a few beers and to watch a game on the TV. The bar is buzzing and we sit and chat. He keeps checking his phone and I get this crazy idea. Maybe because I had more beers than him and maybe because to help him face his reality I can push him in the right direction. I download Grindr while he is at the bar. Then I try and set up a blank profile while he is at the bar. It takes me longer than I think but eventually I get into the app. We are deep into chat and beer now and he is still complaining about her and after an hour of furtively playing with my phone I have a profile "FitGuy26"is my profile. I am going to coax my pal out of that closet. I am pretty sure he is "Devil Inside" 30ft Away. I laugh I hope this works. As he returns from the bar I put my phone down but leave the app open. We are chatting and he picks up his phone again. His face goes bright red and he starts to stammer. I am guessing he just saw how close Fitguy26 is to him and he must be wondering where and who this guy is. "Rob what is wrong you OK Bud?" I say. "It's nothing." He looks around the bar and then at me. "Sure about that?" I ask. "Yeah!" he says and seems excited and a little agitated his neck craning around. We drink our beer quickly and the game has pretty much come to an end. "Another beer?" he asks. "Bloody Hell Rob that was quick. You got work tomorrow. That Garden Buddy isn't' going to sell itself you know," I say and laugh. "Yeah right," he says and goes to the bar and comes back a second later and grabs his phone from the table and puts it in his pocket and head back again. I check my phone and go on to the app. "Devil Inside" The discrete bottom is 30ft away. I chuckle. I ping him a message. "Wanna see a pic?" I send it. I watch him at the bar and I see Rob fish his phone out of his pocket and look at it. He looks around the room the bar is still pretty busy but not like it was earlier. I get a message back. "Hi that would be great," is the reply. I am looking in my phone for pictures and I find the perfect picture, naughty Brad. I send a picture that makes my dick look massive. It is a dick shot. It would seem Brad has a few of these on his phone. This is the best one though. I see his jaw drop as he is getting served at the bar. "Wow that is massive. You got a face pic?" he replies. "Yeah hold on I reply." There are some decent looking men in the bar. I can tell he is trying to work out who they are who it can be. I am enjoying this a little too much and I really shouldn't be playing with my friend like this but in the end it will all be for the best. When he returns with the drinks he keeps checking his phone and of course nothing comes over. He keeps looking at me because his phone must be telling him that Fitguy 26 is now sitting in his lap only of course I am the only person around now. The bar empty's out and I can see him waiting for that face pic and it never comes. Eventually we walk the few blocks back to the apartment. I fish out my phone and look through Brad's pictures. There is a nice face picture and we are sharing one last beer at the apartment before we head to bed and I click send. He hands me my beer and picks up his phone. I move over to stand next to him and he is a little sheepish. "So Devil Inside you got anything you want to tell me?" I say as he looks at the phone and then at me. "You! Fuck!" he says. We stay up far too late but I can sense that Rob feels relieved also a little guilt. He tells me his story of self loathing, conservative background not really being able to accept himself. It is strange as I listen to his story I find myself really empathizing with his experience of trying to face up to who and what you are and in that movement I realize that I never did that as Cassandra I need to learn that lesson as Brad and stop playing the part and start living it. We have a few tearful moments and some hugs and I feel like I am making friends with Rob. I have a sense of affection for him. I apologize for the way I broached the subject. He laughs and tells me it was worth it for the dick pic alone. "He tells me even though he had seen my dick a few times he never thought it was that big hard." I laugh but I feel sort of silly for doing that but then get the sense of big dick pride. "You not gonna jerk off over that pic are you?" I ask. "Fuck yeah," he says and laughs. "Urgh!" I say and laugh. "You sent it. You asked," he smiles. As we talk and I look at him. I find myself getting a little turned on. Would it really be so bad to mess around with him. He would probably love it. I would get something out of it. I bet he gives pretty good head. I think to myself. .... 7) (Brad) The next day I don't need to check in with the Doctors. They call me. I was at work flirting with Nicole and I got the call from the clinic and the Doctor. It is all a bit shocking the biopsy is back the mole is cancerous. They are going to do a full local excision it is early stage melanoma nothing to worry about at all. Because of where it is on my thigh it will be a local operation and I will be in and out within a few hours. They will do the operation tomorrow morning. The Doctor is very calming but cancer. I had never thought about that it had never occurred to me get the medical condition of anyone I might swap with. Brad seemed so fit and young it hadn't occurred to me. The call rocks me a little bit. I had spent a week feeling invincible and cocky and now this. Lucky for me that Brad knew every inch of his body and noticed the change in shape of the mole on his thigh and had it checked out. Rob of course flips out and fusses and it is sweet and annoying. He does chicken parm because he know that is my favorite and I try to explain I am not on death row this isn't the meal of a condemned man. He gets a little tearful and tells me off. "Don't even joke about it Brad. I don't know what I do without you," he blurts out. "You are my best friend," he adds. "Ok. Sorry. So what did you get for desert?" He hasn't got anything but it doesn't stop him from now worrying that he hasn't got a dessert and he can tell after a few seconds that I am making fun of him. "Fuck you Brad," he says. He comes with me to the hospital. I told him he didn't need to and say who will sell the Garden Buddy and he tells me the project was canned. Apparently the aerating spikes for the lawn are quite dangerous and the product is back in development. He is quite happy though he is on the Mattress Mate account now. I sit with the nurse who explains what will happen and gets me into one of those little gowns Rob is sat with us. I can see Rob going beet red as he is trying to watch me but not watch. The nurse is chatting away she shaves the hair off my thigh as Rob looks on. She gets me all ready and tells us that someone will come in and get me shortly. She turns to Rob and say "Don't worry honey we will take good care of him," she seems to think he is my partner we both laugh about that but I can tell Rob wishes it was true. I stand up and turn around and give him a twirl in my gown and he obviously gets a good view of my ass. "That was a little treat for one honey. One last cheeky peek just in case I don't make," I laugh. "Brad. I am not sure I am like this new you," he says. I kiss him on the forehead. "Thanks Rob. I am only teasing you because I love you. You know that." He blushes more. "I love you too," he says. The nurse is stood at the door and smiles. "Aww," she coos and we both laugh. Before I know it I am back home Tuesday evening with a small dressing on my leg and a bottle of pain killers. I don't need to go back for another 6 weeks to make sure they got all the cancerous cells. The little bit of drama is done and dusted and Rob is sat with me making sure I don't move. I get to go up at one point. "Brad what do you need I can get it," he says. "Unless you can piss for me Rob then I gotta go," he laughs and I limp off to the toilet a little sore and just relieved that nothing more serious has happened. That week flies by and as Saturday rolls around I head over to see Cassie I am only staying for a quick visit she tells me I can't stay long, she was a bit mysterious on the phone as to why. When I see her she looks great. The place looks great. She got a cleaner in and I can tell she something is up. It is like she can't wait to get rid of me. I tell her about the operation and she is shocked but as soon as I tell her I am fine she is relieved. She asks if I need anything and I tell her that Rob is taking great care of me and that I couldn't want for a better nurse. It is a flying visit and I can tell she really wants rid of me. I am just about to leave and she says something to me. "Brad. Remember what I said about Rob please, please Brad don't you dare take advantage of him." I feel myself blush. "No of course I won't. I care for him, he is a good friend to both of us," I say. "Look call me during the week. I need to finish cleaning up and yes. I have a man coming around and I will tell you all about it but right now I need you to go," she blushes. "Really who? How?" I start to say. "Yes look I will tell you all about everything and I am glad that mole well that is sorted and it was nothing too serious and thanks for dropping by," she says and I turn to leave. I feel her grab my arm. "Brad I am only saying what I am about Rob for your benefit as much as his. You have 16 days or so to live your life however, you see fit. Just be careful OK. So many of the Cassandra's fail I don't want that for you". She says. I leave and I feel guilty. I know as Cassandra that sometimes it feels like being a witch but it took me months to get used to everything Cassandra is and can be and Brad seems to have managed to do that in a fortnight. I worry about what she said as well I hadn't really thought about the curse Rob is gay he isn't a woman I should be safe right? Nothing has happened my life has splintered or shattered and it would have because last night I let Rob suck me off. ........ 8) (Cassandra) So this has been a week. So. I made an appointment with the Doctor. There is nothing wrong with me I just think it is good to have at least some check ups. My memories tell me it is years since any of the Cassandra's had any sort of check up. They just keep getting the pill and that seems to be it. And as Brad has just left and that scare with the mole I think I made the best decision. I don't really want some stranger checking my vag but it is better to be safe than sorry. I also decided I am no housewife. Not yet maybe one day who knows but my training and up bringing mean I am not any sort of domestic person and never will be. So I got some cleaners in. I had my hair done and my nails done on Thursday. That took a lot of balls it was almost like an admission of defeat and submission to my new life versus my vanity. My nails were not in a bad state but they hadn't been done properly for weeks and the last Cassandra hated having them done professionally. So I made the appointment for that. But if I roll back a little on the week to Wednesday. I had left the apartment at first it was just to get a little fresh air and take a walk but I found myself in the downtown area and then I saw a dress in one of the boutiques down there. It was a classic black dress with silver braiding round the neckline and straps. Nice slit up the side. I looked at it for ages in the window. I could see in my minds eye how it would look on Cassandra on me. I felt so dumb stood there looking a fucking dresses. I was Brad Taylor not some chick buying dresses but just as I was about to walk away trying to retain some shred of dignity and masculinity. I saw her in the glass of the shop window. I had made her hair up and her make up, she was wearing a little purple jacket and matching skirt. She wore a lilac blouse and I had done her eye shadow to match. She wasn't just pretty she was stunning. She deserved this dress and I would do it justice. So I braced myself and walked into the shop and did try it on. It was scary but also strangely liberating. It looked wonderful clung in all the right places and I just had to get it. I felt so strange going into a shop like that. I felt like a fraud as if somehow they would know I was a man in a dress that was a feeling I just couldn't seem to shake. But as I walked out of the fitting room It was the weirdest feeling and as the shop assistants cooed and awed and I just got out the purse and bought it. Then I bought a pair of shoes black four inch heels every man needs an extra inch well so does every girl. I tried on quite a few pairs of shoes and it was strangely fun. Of course inside their was a part of me that was dying but this hot body needed to look it's best and that narcissism kicked and I even bought a new silver purse. Leaving on a shopping high I notice a tall good looking guy. I look again Gabe. That is Gabe. Now while Rob became my best friend after college in College it was always Gabe. We even roomed together for a year and that will test the strongest of friendships. I loved Gabe like a brother sometimes I would just take him off just the two of us just to escape and chat and shoot the breeze it was a Bromance. We laughed at the same things, enjoyed doing the same things and he would just let me be me and I would let him be him. He moved off to the other side of the country and I had kept in touch with him but not as much as I wanted. I saw him staring at me and I smiled at him and then waved. "Hi Gabe" I say out of sheer excitement but I realized what I have done he will have no idea who the fuck I am. His face was flushed bright red. "I er do I know you?" I could tell he was torn between pretending he knew who I was or admitting the truth. "I mean. I am sure I would er remember someone as ho.....I mean you are well. You are." I laugh as he stammers. "I am Cassandra and yes I am memorable clearly. But don't worry about it. I am an old friend of Brads and when we met it was at college and I had horrible straight brown hair and thick glasses." Fuck I am good at this I thought. I had made a great recovery from a rookie error. Of course he wouldn't know me how the hell could he. "Anyway as Brad had A LOT of friends like me I can understand why you wouldn't remember me," I say and he laughs. "Ahh. Well I was beginning to doubt my own sanity. I was looking and thinking I should remember someone as hot as you. I mean attractive. Shit sorry," Now he was on the back foot. "Don't worry I remember you though Gabe and you are hot as well or at least I always thought you were." I let out the dirty Cassandra laugh I hear it. It is the first time I have done that. Because in that moment as I look at Gabe he is pretty hot. I always knew he was a good looking guy I guess and lots of fun and now he is hot too. Tall build 6ft 2 broad possibly broader than Brad more of a Quarter Back build rather than a swimmer build and just a beautifully proportioned face with mousy hair. I feel strange as my pussy tells me that he is defiantly hot. "Say this might seem kind of forward but would you like to meet up for a drink?" I say I am not sure where this is coming from. Then I realize as Brad I would not have thought twice about inviting a chick for drink so as Cassandra why think twice about inviting a dick for drink. Besides Cassandra only has one friend and that is the bastard who stole her life. This is Gabe I hope he will like me now as me I could do with a friend. "Sure. Are free? I mean you probably aren't but are you free tomorrow," he says. I think about it and of course why would I be free any night I am gorgeous but I play it cool. "Yeah. I am. How about 7 at Mason's it is a little bar a couple of blocks form here," I say and as I do I notice I flick my hair back and puff my chest out. We exchange numbers and I head off. I feel a strange sense of exhilaration and sexual flush. I just hit on my old college room mate in this hot body. I am having a date with Gabe. How fucking weird is that I think to myself as my pussy tingles and I giggle with my new dress, purse and shoes. I laugh to myself there is no hope for you Brad Taylor. So that was the reason to get my hair done and my nails and a perfect opportunity to wear my new shoes and my new killer dress. It is only when I get back to the apartment I worry about what they fuck I am doing. Brad was a slut so why can't I be I think. Then I say but you are not Brad anymore and my internal dialogue irritates me. I am in the body of a gorgeous woman with needs and I just need to go with that. Besides it is Gabe. I spend the evening thinking about all the fun we had over those years of college and how we were inseparable. Fuck it I will do this and what is more I want Cassandra to look my best for him. The salon was great. It just felt great first of all was the banal chit chat. It reminded me of those polite conversations you have with people at work. Just normal social interaction which I missed. I was always a social person and I missed that. The fact that I was being pampered was a source of strange concern. I loved how good it made me feel to have my pedicure and my manicure and my hair cut and styled and just be pampered. It was all so feminine but it also felt like a betrayal of my manhood. Going to the barbers you are in and out no not this I was here for hours. I have spent less time in a six flags park than I did today in the salon. I hated how good it me feel and how feminine it made me feel. I am still in denial. Still by the time I met up with Gabe I felt and looked amazing the dress the shoes, the matching purse. I felt a million dollars. It was a great night as well. I forgot just how funny Gabe could be. Just how decent he is . He is single but a little cagey about his relationships but then he always was and I never pushed him back in college. He never asked about my sex life as Brad and I didn't ask about his. That was one of the reasons I liked him. All the other guys at college wanted to brag about this chick or that chick and they knew I was banging all of them but I just didn't want to talk about it. It seemed rude and personal and these were not relationships they were just sexual encounters. I liked Gabe because he would never ask what I thought about the tits, ass or legs on a woman and he would just have far more interesting things to talk about. So he is here on business decent job which I sort of new from the little contact I had with him since college but he seems settled enough. We share stories of college and he keeps saying how come I can't remember you. We remember a lot of the same people and parties and yet he has no recollection of me but just keeps kicking himself that I can't remember me. The time passes far too quickly. I forgot how much I loved spending time with Gabe he wasn't as needy as Rob he was just so easy going. The connection to him was back. The only big different tonight was how we flirted that had never happened before not that I recall but I was always quite a flirtatious guy. It all happened so quick and as I look it is 12. He says he has an early appointment and has to go and I am so close to inviting him mine. My pussy is itching for him. I have a big Gabe size hole that needs filling and then he says. "Look Cassie I know we only just met but I am in town till Monday so I got the weekend to myself. I am sure you have things planned but how about Saturday afternoon are you free to meet up." I hold his hand in a moment of excitement. "Gabe Saturday afternoon sounds fantastic. Funny I feel like showing you the town and then we can have a meal? How does that sound?" I can't believe how I just literally did everything but squeal. His face lights up. "Are you sure I wouldn't want to impose." I laugh. "Gabe if you are as much fun at the weekend as you were tonight I hope you do impose. That is the idea. I already told you yesterday you are hot," he blushes as I say that. Now give me a gentlemanly kiss good night and I will send you my address," I say. He leans down and forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I feel warm and strange my old best friend is kissing me on the cheek and turning me on. This wrong on so many levels but makes me feel so good. Then he gives me a gentle light kiss on the lips. I feel that he has a little prickly growth above his top lip and chin. I feel electric. "Thanks for a wonderful evening. I haven't felt like this in ages," he says and I couldn't agree more. I take the Uber the short drive back to mine. I am grinning from ear to ear. I haven't done what Brad would have done and I haven't done what Cassandra would have done but I have done what I wanted to do and I feel really good about it. I didn't just jump into bed with Gabe. I wanted to and I am sure he would have as well but I stopped myself. I feel sort of proud. That night I play with myself I am getting better and thinking about Gabe helps me as I work myself into a sweat and frenzy. I feel guilty as the fog of the orgasm fades. I just used Gabe as my wank fantasy but I drift off to a very sound contented sleep. The weekend soon rolls around and I mange to get rid of Brad moments before Gabe arrives. I really don't want Gabe to see Brad leaving my apartment on a Saturday morning not with my looks and his reputation. I also know that although they think they know each other they don't in reality. That is a problem for another day. Today is for me for Cassandra to spend some time with Gabe. 9) (Brad) It has been a week since I last saw Cassie she gave me a real witchy vibe that she knew about Rob and what we were up to and I am not sure how she knew. I am going round to see her tomorrow it is nearly three weeks now since I broke my curse and I only need to go another 9 days and I can almost feel the finish line. I am going to beat this curse. I will be one of the Cassandra's who doesn't succumb to the bitter sweet final verdict. I know in hindsight I took a risk with Rob and having sex with him but he is a guy and the curse is clear about abusing women and learning respect for women, so I guess that is how it has all worked out for the. best so far. It all happened so innocently and I am still not sure how it escalated in to that but it did and it only really got worse since then. When I forced Rob to come out to me I spent a lot of that week chatting with him. I had time off work and so did he and the whole thing with the melanoma on my leg almost forced us together. We both did a lot of soul searching. I could tell he was still struggling with his sexuality but also the relationship that he had with Kaitlyn. That was a mess. He didn't love her but couldn't bring himself to tell her. She called round mid week and I heard them arguing and she left with a characteristic door slam. He was furious. She called around to tell him in person she couldn't see him that night and wanted him to be over for Sunday Brunch. I tried to calm him him down and he wasn't having it so I resorted to my counselling technique. "Rob get the bowl from my bedroom. I know you know where it is. We are going to drink scotch, smoke pot and take tomorrow off work," I say slamming a bottle of whisky down on the counter top. "You shouldn't be on your feet," he tells me off. "Shut up Rob I am fine honestly I am," I tell him. A few hours later and quite a lot to drink. He is still fuming. "She treats me like I don't know, like I am so sort of a lap dog. But thing is Brad. That job is the only thing I got going for me at the minute. I didn't tell you but I am struggling I know my boss isn't happy with my work and her father is the only person keeping me in that job. I know I have to do something but..." he trails off. "You also realize she didn't even come in here and see how you were. Not even like she could pretend to be bothered," he sits fuming. "Hey come over here," I say. I am on the sofa. He scoots over. I re light the bowl I hand it to him. "This stuff is supposed to chill you out," I say. "I know. I know," he replies. He looks up at me with those eyes. "You know what would help me relax?" he says and I feel his hand on my thigh not the bad one. I look at him and he looks at me. "Rob what are you doing?" I say but he moves his hand to my dick. "I could blow you. I will be careful and I am pretty good at it and it always relaxes me and I think it would help you," he says grinning at me. "How the hell would that work. I will be relaxed how would that work for you isn't that what men say. Honey I am so tense that always helps me relax?" I tell him laughing. "That is the best part Brad I am a man," he says and giggles. I feel my fly being lowered. "NO!! Rob no this is a really bad Idea. We are both high and drunk," I say to him. "One time thing Promise. Go on," he says. I feel my cock out of my fly and he darts off the sofa between my legs he gingerly moves between my legs and I spread them far apart. "I have had a half bottle of scotch and a load of pain killers I won't even get hard. No! Rob. This isn't right," I say the words but I don't push him away as I feel his mouth engulf my soft dick. Fuck I thought I gave good blow jobs as Cassandra but this boy could suck the chrome off a hub cap. I was rock hard real quick. He got hold of my hands and put them on his head and I realized he wanted me to face fuck him. At first I was reticent but man it felt so good and he was good. I hadn't cum for days. I was so fucking full and horny and he had my cock deep in his throat and was doing something with his tongue. I was face fucking this dirty little bastard as he worked me and my cock into a frenzy. I blasted a lot sooner than I expected and he took down every last drop. He stood up smiled at me and said. "Thanks I told you I would feel more relaxed," he said and laughed." "That was a mistake but I have to say I really enjoyed every second of it," I say. "So did I." Fuck I wanted to do that for years. "Get up here you nasty little fucker," I say and pat the sofa. He snuggles into me. "Tell some stories about the men you slept with. Like strange places. That clearly isn't the first time you did that is it?" I say and he tells me some stories about his exploits on Grindr and at College and other stuff. He talks and I laugh at his exploits and drink till I am tired. The next morning I wake up with a huge boner and I am having a real strange dream a nice dream but strange. I look down. "Fuck Rob No it was a one time thing......Ngghhhh," But I bust a nut before I even finish the sentence. He is in my bed and naked and so am I. "Fuck Rob. What are we doing?" I say. "I am relaxing," he says and giggles. ....... 10) (Brad) When I went round to see Cassie on Saturday morning and she rushed me out and gave me a warning about Rob it was already too late and in some ways. This new Cassandra seems to have settled into the role far quicker than any of the others and seems more powerful. I was never able to know stuff like the stuff she knew about me and Rob. Then she mentioned some guy coming around. I really need to talk to her. There is so much she doesn't know. I need to talk to her about having sex and not doing it in anger and definitely not casting hex's. I am a sure those memories are all there it is just finding them Also I don't want her to just seal the deal with some random guy just to pass the curse on. I think back in my past how in those early months I was driven to sleep with men not by sexual need just by my own desire to get back some semblance of masculinity. I got lucky in a way that I didn't just do what so many of the Cassandra's do. It is tempting just to fuck another guy steal his life but they nearly always end up as women again within 30 days. When I was Cassandra I blamed her for a lot of the things I did because why the hell would I take responsibility for my actions far easier to blame the body I was trapped in than take ownership of anything. I know now what I knew then I was just angry and looking for any way to get out of that body. I hated the attention, the stares the way men talked to me tits. I hated everything about being Cassandra for me the experience was a living nightmare. I also know that a part of me loved it because I slept with enough men always making the excuses they would be the one to help me lift the curse. When really I was just enjoying the act of sex as a woman. After my first encounter with the married man from the apartment above mine. I sat and cried after a particularly bad sexual encounter. I had gone on a sexual rampage. It left me exhausted and feeling defeated. Man after man none of them right. I needed a break so I decided to head to New York for a long weekend. Fuck that was a disaster. I shopped and ate great food, went to the museums, saw a play. Then on my second to last night. I was having a night cap in the hotel bar. I even dressed up a little got my hair and nails done. I was half way into my break it was mid week night and I was sipping a cocktail at my hotel bar tired but sort of happy. The anonymity of huge city like New York was comforting. There were some city types suited guys preppy hair. They were watching me and smiling one of them came over Clay I think was the first to approach me. He had that smug arrogant charm about him but I was a little tipsy. Then his friends joined Alex and Max. They were quite good company but It was late just after 12. I had a long day. Clay said one for the Road and I agreed. The next morning I woke up in my hotel room. My ass was sore, my pussy was wrecked I had cum flakes on my thigh, tits, round my ass hole and my hole. They had used me as a fucking cum dump. The shock took hold and I sat in the well of the shower for almost an hour not even crying just rocking in the water. I was violated. Nothing can prepare you for the sheer grief that something like this brings with it and I was broken. Something snapped in my mind and soul and even now I still feel that pain. It came at completely the wrong time for me it nearly crushed me if I am honest. My salvation came in the form of a meeting I had arranged. I was due to meet one of the surviving Cassandra his name was Rowan. He was 63 I had tracked some of them down some of them out of interest and him in particular because he was still a man. None of them would meet or even talk to me but he agreed. It was part of the reason for the trip. I am not sure I would have known what to do without his help. He came up to my room when I didn't show up for our meeting. He found me and instantly knew something serious was wrong and comforted me. He took the bed linen and my torn dress and panties put them all in a bag got me dressed and drove me out to his home in New Jersey. He took care of me for a week before he brought up the subject of vengeance. I caved and gave him the details the only saving grace was that there were precious few details just the violation knowing what they had done. I think without him I would have gone mad he was such a sweet tender man. I could see how escaped the curse I could see how he survived he told me his story and her story and it moved me. He gave me some advice about the curse. In order to beat the curse you must find yourself and learn to love who you are. As tips go that was a bit like a clairvoyant telling me that the treasure is in the trunk. However, it was his truth and his advice. He also told me he would help get back at those fuckers if I wanted to. At first I didn't want to do anything but cry but anger and hate boiled over and I was ready to do what I knew so many of the Cassandras had done before. Vengeance. Casting a vengeance hex is pretty silly. We lit candles and cut up the stained hotel bed linen and my panties. I knew what to say but having Rowan there helped. We drew a circle and lit fire to the bed linen and panties in a large brass bowl. He squeezed my hand. "Go on you are ready," he said. "I cast out my call for justice for those who defiled me in the name of my goddess power Cassandra," I kept saying then I smelt cinnamon I asked Rowan about that later it was left over from Halloween one of his Yankee Candles. I made a mental note of that. The smell though was because the incantation was complete. A strong gust of wind blew out the circle of candles and the burning bed linen. I felt a little bit dumb to be honest but surprised at the effect. I was about to start laughing when I felt all my energy drain from me and I slept for two days exhausted. From what I know Clay and Alex are now living lives as two rather large young women in a Trailer in Lexington Kentucky. They have a bitch dog named Maxi. They all remember their old lives and know what they have lost and their curse is far worse than anything that I was living as Cassandra but no worse than having to live with with they did to me. Their full story really is a story for another day. I need to make sure I am really do keep my promise to Cassandra to help her. So far I really haven't been much help other than showing her where the money is stashed and how to get a cleaner and now I am having a gay(ish) relationship with her best friend. Some Cassandra I turned out to be. ..... 11) (Cassandra) The weekend is wonderful apart from one small incident. Gabe shows up not long after Brad left. I am relieved. He turns up looking handsome and grinning. He hands me a bouquet of flowers and a small shy kiss. I just want to jump him in the hallway and not even bother with the date. I show him the city there really isn't much to see but he seems to like it and doesn't seem bored in fact I realize we are not really looking at any of the sights just talking and laughing and I am not sure when it happened in the date but I am holding his hand. I look at my hand my painted nails and tiny hands so feminine against his big maw of a hand. We go to the art gallery god knows why but I was trying really hard to impress this guy. He asks me what I think of a picture before us. I pause and take in the painting it is a painting of some man's head on a plate. "I am not sure I say what do you think it is," I say. "I am guessing that the head on the silver platter would symbolize that is John the Baptiste which tells me that neither of us really know very much about art," he says with an increasingly mocking tone. "OH yeah! Boy do I feel dumb. Last time I try to impress you that was an epic fail. Lets get out of here. Unless you want to look around the gift shop," I say we walk out laughing mostly at my expense. We eat a great restaurant and then head to a bar. It is only when I am sat at the bar while his using the bathroom that the weekend takes a turn. I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hello. Can I get you a drink gorgeous." I turn around and it is my brother in law or rather Brad's Brother in Law Phil. What a sleaze ball. I have to try really hard not to say his name. "NO. Thanks I am good and please mister take your fucking hand, off my fucking shoulder. Ass hole." I don't know where that came from. "Fuck Get off the rag bitch. I was only offering you a drink," he snarls but the barman intervenes and asks Phil to leave the lady alone and he backs down like any bully. I am left on my own only for a few minutes more and Gabe is back and I feel a sense of relief. Phil of all people. They say it is a small world and sometimes it is too fucking small especially with creeps like him around. Poor Carrie my sister. God I haven't thought about Carrie for ages. Seems funny how I ended up as Cassie I think she would like me she was always a girly girl. Still she was 8 years older than me and I was her bratty jock younger brother we never really had anything in common. Gabe chips in. "You ok Cassie you seem a bit far away," I say. "Sorry I just had a moment I was thinking about someone I haven't thought about in years. I was never very nice to them and I just thought of something I may be able to do to change that and make up for the past." "That sound mysterious care to elaborate?" he says. "Not tonight," I say and he leaves it. I really pulled out all the stops and I never tried this hard to get a chick into bed. It is really only as the day nears an end and I suggest a game of pool in the sports bar that I stop trying. We are having too much fun. We used to play pool all the time. I can tell he wants to help in a way he never wanted to help me as Brad. I am not playing well at all but am still enjoying it. He asks if I want another game and I walk up to him and smile. "No. I don't know about you but I think we stop playing games and stop getting too drunk and head back to mine. That way we can really get to know each other better," I say. "Fuck yes," he says and kisses me but not on the cheek but full on and I melt in his arms. We eventually stop kissing and I feel dizzy, happy and wet between my legs. "I don't know but right now I want to ride you, Lionel Richie style," I say. "Lionel Richie style?" he says confused. "Oh I get it you mean you will be Dancing on the Ceiling," he chuckles. "No idiot. All night long. Come on," I say and we both let out a dirty laugh. 12) (Cassandra) We head back to mine and I pour him and myself a night cap and we sit on my sofa. He puts his arm around me and thanks me for a wonderful evening and before I know it we are kissing again. This feels so different from the heated passion of just two weeks ago my night becoming Cassandra. So much has changed and I am still not sure that I am not living in some crazy dream. I am kissing my old college room mate and loving it I have had my hair done, been shopping for dresses, had a period and taught myself some make up techniques. I am so worried of losing myself the core of who I am but as he kisses me right now I am more worried about possibly finding out if this is who I am. Gabe is tender and gentle. His kisses are soft and he caresses my skin as he kisses me. There is no fire here but there is a warm glow and it is so different from anything I ever had. He is in charge I feel so small and warm and wanted in his strong arms and then stops kissing me. "Cassie are you sure about this?" he says. I look at him. His lovely light brown hair and blue eyes. He has kind eyes and he holds my two hand in one of his hands in one of his and with his free hand he gently pushes my hair back from my face his fingers lightly trace against my cheeks. I try not to gasp. "Yes. Yes I am. Why are you..." He puts his fingers to my lips. "Don't even say what you are going to say." He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I don't say anything as he stands next to me by the bed and slowly undresses me he slips me out of my dress easily and without haste he is slow and deliberate. He kisses my neck from behind me and cups and gently squeezes my breasts still in my bra. He moves around to stand in front of me. I go for his belt but he stops me without saying anything. He unclasps my bra and my tits swing free. Now it is his turn not to try not to gasp. A strange wave of pride washes over me. Two weeks ago my tits were a source of shame now as they hang off me and I see how they make him react I love them. He kisses me long and hard and probes my into and around my mouth with his tongue in a sensual way. Then he moves to my neck his hot kisses make me feel weak and then I feel one of his hands slide into my panties. His long fingers slide over my clit and down my folds of skin. He doesn't poke at me or fumble he just touches me gently and whispers. "You are so beautiful Cassie," I feel like molten chocolate as he glides his thumb gently around my clit. He guides me to the bed and sits me down. He takes off my heels and massages me feet. Even in stocking I can see the tiny feet so different from my size 13 feet. These are dainty and small with painted nails. They feel so good as he uses his strong hands to massage me. He spreads my legs and gives me the signal to remove my panties and stockings and when they are off I am now completely naked. He removes his shirt his shoes and and nothing else. He runs his hands against my thighs up to my need cunt. I am so wet he teases me as he strokes my thighs closer with each rub. Then he put his head down between my legs and works his tongue along my left thigh. He get closer to the folds of me pussy with each stroke. Up and down my thigh a little closer each time. He pulls back and stares he has stopped I nearly ask him if something is wrong. I look at him and I know I don't need to. I can see he is just looking at my naked body and pussy. He is kneeling before me and admiring my wet empty pussy and I feel exposed but empowered in the moment. This handsome, wonderful man before me. He stops staring and looks into my eyes then begins to work his tongue along my thighs again and then along the folds of my pussy. He is tender and gentle and he gets close and closer to my clitty. Teasing me slowly gently closer and closer and the he get to my clit. His tongue finally reaches the nub of flesh so sensitive but now bathed in the warmth and wetness of his mouth and I gasp in pleasure. He begins to circle it with his tongue. Gently at first and I feel so good but when I begin to feel this can't get any better he begins to suck on my clit and alternate with using his tongue and sucking. He is giving me a clit job and it feels amazing. I am getting closer and closer and I grind my wet clit up into his mouth. I grab his hair and pull his head into my clit. It reminds me of blow jobs. It reminds me of face fucking only now I have nothing anyone could choke on and he doesn't he responds with more vigor. He sucks faster and harder and works me into a frenzy of pleasure. "OH God Gabe. Suck it harder," I moan and he does then I wrap my legs around his back and cum. I moan and shudder. I feel my body melt and relax and before I know it and look up. He is stood up. He has slipped of his pants and brief and his stood at the foot of the bed in all his glory. His broad fury chest can't hide his sculpted body and his strong hairy thighs and legs and between those legs a big cock not as long as mine used to be and it is cut. But this thing is thick like beer can thick. "Fuck," I say my jaw drops. "I will be gentle with you," he says and grins. "Not too gentle," I say and he smiles he pushes me on to my back and spreads my legs farther apart and lines that fat fucking cock against my soaking wet pussy and stretches me far and wide. I feel the mushroom head of his cut dick slide up and down the entrance to my pussy and then it slide in. Maybe an inch but enough to feel the walls of my cunt part. Then another inch and another. I lie looking up at him as he impales me, stuffing me, stretching me. He leans down and kisses me. He begins to slowly slide the thick shaft in and out of my pussy. The sensitive walls of my stretched cunt create a wonderful slow friction with each thrust of his tool in to me deep and wide. He kisses me again his tongue probes my mouth as his cock probes my cunt. I feel full and greedy I want more. He stops kissing me and his thrusting becomes faster and harder. "OH God Gabe. Fuck," I say and look up at him into his eyes. I see the sense of pride and happiness in those eyes. I know in that moment I am doing something I never did before in a sexual act. I am making a physical and emotional connection. He gets me to my peak quickly and with expertise that I marvel at. I bubble over into a frenzied orgasm moaning and squealing impaled on the fat cock of this man I have known as a man and now fully as a woman. I look into his face I can barely see straight from my crashing orgasm my cunt walls creaming on his thick knob of dick and he face contorts in to a primal almost bestial expression. He goes fatter and deeper and unloads his fuck batter deep into my hole. He is cumming inside of me. Filling me, breeding me, seeding me. The crushing climax of my orgasm fades. I laugh and feel he's fat spent dick twitch deep in me. He rolls me on to my side we lie next to each other and he laughs. We don't speak we don't need to. He pants and rolls on to his back his dick is taken from me and I hear my pussy fart. It fucking farts a load of my juice and his juice. I giggle. So does he. I feel my pussy tremble again and another fart. "Oh my!" I say. Somewhat shocked at the sound coming from me. The audible reminder that I chose to get fucked and bred like a woman and I fucking loved it. I wake up and I feel so good I look over at my phone and it is 10.30. Shit I never sleep in and then I smell coffee and there he is. Wearing nothing but a pinny god knows where he found that. He is carrying a tray with coffee some toast and some scrambled eggs and a little bacon. "Oh my god," I nearly squeal as I see Gabe. "Breakfast is served madam," he smiles and kisses me on the forehead. I feel a rush of sheer joy as I see this wonderful man. It feels almost romantic. I never felt this before. We sit and chat he drinks a little coffee takes the tray and starts to get frisky. His fat cock is hard and I want it but we kiss. I stop him. "Gabe can we take this to the shower I still have dried cum from last night round my vag lips," I say and he looks at me shocked then laughs. "I love that about you Cassie sometimes you are the sweetest most feminine thing I ever met and then you say something like that and it is almost like there is a man inside of you. Come on lets clean those vag lips before we get them dirty again," he laughs and so do I. We have sex in the shower and it feels amazing. He takes me from behind under the warm water of the shower and plays with my breasts as he fucks me and kisses my neck. My tits feel so sensual as he cups them and squeezes them. He plays with my nipples and that connection is in my pussy and as much as they annoy me they feel wonderful. I cum hard a couple of times and he has dumped a pretty big load inside me. I feel his dick pull out and I want it back and the load trickling out of me feels so good. We kiss and stay there till we are both getting wrinkled skin. We don't make it very far that day in fact we order food in and have sex and drink a little and eat a little. I give him a blow job and am surprised that Cassandra has no gag reflex like none. I feel his pubes tickle my nose as I deep throat him. At first I was scared a little apprehensive. I only did this once before and I barely put more than a couple of inches Brad's dick in my mouth. I can tell he is getting close as he sits on the sofa and I get this crazy idea. I am so turned on. I lift my head off his cock. "Cum on my tits Gabe. Finish off on my tits," he stand up and it takes like four jerks and he spurts a load on to my cheek, then one blasts on to my tits, then another hot load land on my tits and a last blast. I kneel before him he looks huge his fat hard spent dick just above my eye level. I feel strangely submissive and I grab his dick and lick it clean and eat his cum of my tits and scoop of the dribbling mess running down my cheek and eat it. I feel so fucking sexy kneeling before this wonderful man acting like a slut and I feel strangely liberated especially after the gentle lovemaking of the night before. We have sex one last time on Monday morning when he fucked me missionary gently slowly and lovingly and then he is gone. I see him off in my night gown. I go sit on my sofa and curl up. My pussy sore but it feels nice and I feel sad. I can feel him in me and that feels good and the sense of loss makes me feel sad and I am not sure how to process this. It is so different from with Brad that feeling of feeling him inside of me after he is gone. No this feels nice almost like he marked me owned me and as I move and my tender cunt walls tell me I was fucked. I smile. He lives two time zones away I will probably never see him again. I feel sad and happy and confused. Is this what it feels like to be emotional. I never had this ever and it confuses me and scares me. I feel slightly out of control. As Brad I was always in control probably too much so and now I have let go and it is scary and I am not sure I like it but I am also sure I love it. I need to put Gabe out of my mind. I am still an emotional mess. I think about ringing Brad but I don't I go out shopping. I will pull myself together and I will sort myself out and work out how I regain my masculinity. I can't live in this body with these feelings. I just can't. .... 13) (Cassandra) I decided a bit of retail therapy is in order to take my mind off Gabe. I feel a bit foolish. Like the teenager I never was. I was smitten with the second guy I had sex with or was it? Technically the first I had sex with was me or at least my body. I look around the shops Downtown and nothing really takes my eye. Then as I am walking into a bar to rest my feet. I bump into him. He is stood with his arm around a woman who isn't my sister god the sleaze I would have left but my drink just arrived and I watch him and I can see she is going to give him the brush off. The way she keeps checking her phone and looking away from him tells me she is not interested. I am thinking about knocking back my beer and getting out of here but it is too late. He spotted me. "Hello. Can I buy you a drink?" he says. He does a bit of a double take as if he has seen me before but doesn't say anything. I am about to give him the same treatment from the other night when I feel oddly compelled to take him up on the offer. I know what I am doing and what I am going to do. This sleaze ball has filled me with rage. He is up in town cheating on Carrie. He is creepy, aggressive and a stain on his very sex and I can stop him. The thought repulses me and thrills me. What is the point of having goddess powers and not using them. "Sure why not?" I say. He really is a creep. We talk and chat and I am going to teach this bastard a lesson my sister Carrie deserves better than this piece of work. We head back to mine. I brace myself for the sex and it is as depressing as expected. He isn't a bad looking guy. Not in bad shape for a guy of 38. We share a night cap which I need more than him and I look at him and hope my sister appreciates in some cosmic karma way what I am about to do. I am surprised at just how bad the sex is. His dick isn't tiny probably just under 6 inches but is pretty thick not a patch on Gabe but he has no excuses for it to be this terrible. As he slides into me I wonder just what the hell I am doing. He has not bothered with any sort of foreplay and here I am with the man who was my brother-in-law about to enact some sort of karmic revenge on him. I have finally lost my fucking mind. I wasn't even that close to my sister but she deserves better than this sleaze. He digs his cock in and out of me. Uses the word bitch a lot. I think about this morning with Gabe and how much that encounter has affected me. As the rutting continues I know I only have myself to blame. The only relief is that it is all over so quickly maybe two minutes tops and even though I don't bother to fake an orgasm he thinks he has left me glowing with joy at his rotten attempt at sex. I wonder how many woman experience sex like this. There was no reason for it to be that bad, that rubbish. The lack of foreplay, the rushed thrusting for him to dump his load. I mean I am a hot woman. No of fence to my sister but he is not going to get someone like me into the sack anytime soon. I am relieved when he leaves he doesn't stay over and makes his departure and I close the door put the latch on and wipe his dribbling fluids with a towel and leave that rancid rag ready for tomorrow when I will embrace my goddess power. It takes me a long shower and a few beers to feel a little less grubby and as I sip on the beer thinking about the encounter. I am reminded of women I have fucked. Alleyways, the backs of cars none of that made me feel like this. If I had a sleazy fuck as Brad I would just brush it off but as Cassandra it made me feel strange. I would have to give that double standard that I was applying to myself some thought. I laugh at myself I am playing god and I know I shouldn't. I hear all their voices they all did this and they speak to me and say. Cassandra no good will come of this. I chose not to listen. I am Cassandra I am a powerful woman and I am going to get justice for my sister. If this all works out Phil would end up paying handsomely for his grubby night of fumbling with the goddess Cassandra. ....... 14) (Phil) I am having a strange dream the Blonde. Cassandra. She kisses me and kneels before me. She sucks my cock. "Yes bitch kneel before my mighty cock," I say as she sucks my might tool. She looks up at me as sucks on my tool her big blue eyes staring up at me. She stands and smiles and kisses me. "Now you will pay," she hisses. I look around the world is dark but where is around everything is pitch black. I feel like I am floating. I call out but no sound. I feel a serene quietness but where am I? I was ready to blow then now nothingness. Am I dead? Is this still a dream. I turn around I am a in a bedroom it seems familiar. I hear a voice and I turn around it is Carrie. "Hey baby it is the last day of our honeymoon," she says. I feel her hands around my waist. "Honey. Not now. I am tired," I say my voice sounds whiny but she spins me around. It seems wrong. How did she do that? She kisses me and I feel horny but strange horny. I feel her hands reach into my pants. She rubs my pussy. I feel Carrie's slender fingers slide along the folds of my pussy. I want to scream to push her back, push her away. I I can't. I feel her finger and the rub my cunt. I don't have a pussy. This isn't real. I am a man this isn't real my mind screams and part of me dies. I feel shame and humiliation I need to wake up. She puts her fingers under my noise. "Fuck Phil you are so fucking wet," she says. She pushes me back onto the bed and I can't seem to do anything. She undresses me flicking of my sneakers, socks then working at my belt buckle and pulling them down in one swift movement my pants and my pink underwear. I look down and I shouldn't have. I can see what I only felt till now my dick is gone. How what the fuck is going on. I sit up briefly and examine my crotch. The pubes are trimmed enough to see the visible split in the skin of my pusy. The entrance to my cunt this can't be real. I look at her and down again. I am wet my fingers are wet. My cock. What is going on. I need to run I need to get help I need this to stop. I look up and there is Carrie my wife naked her raging boner ready. She pushes my legs apart and moves between my legs. She is quick to line her fat dick against my wet pussy. I moan when what I really want to do is scream and say stop. This isn't happening but it is happening she plunges into me in one swift hard thrust and it's force and intensity catches me by surprise. My cunt suddenly parted and stuffed and plugged by my wife's cock. She leans her weight on to me and kisses me she is partially standing, me lying on the edge of the bed her cock now penetrating me. She begins to thrust in and out. She grunts from time to time and there are moans and I realize that is me and I feel the pressure turn to a strange pleasure. Waves of it. The friction of her cock on my clit, the walls of my wet pussy send me on a pirate swing of increasing intensity and each time I get a little higher and a little higher. "OH God Carrie," I cry she picks up the pace and then grunts. I feel her dick expand I feel it throb and pulse. I am so close to something new. So close. The peaks stop the pleasure fades. She lies on top of me panting. She kisses me on the cheek and pulls out of me. I feel her cum and my juice trickle out of me and down toward my ass hole. She just fucked me. Carrie just fucked me. I look up at her she is wiping her cock with a towel she belches. "I need a shower. Want to join me babe?" she says and winks. I sit in a pool of cooling juice. I look down. I just got fucked. I feel a sense of loss I want to finish off. I haven't cum and then everything goes black and fuzzy. I am in a living room it isn't one I know. Carrie comes in the front door. "Carrie!" I say. "Huh?" they say and then smile. "KD you are home early," I say my mind catches up with the moment they are KD and I love her and they have caught me watching TV again. They stride over but as I look there is something off about their face still the same maybe not as pretty not as she was but they are different. They kiss me on the cheek and I rush to the fridge and get them a beer. I sit down on the sofa but not for long. "Fuck I am so stressed." They moan about work and I head over and give them a shoulder rub. I try to stop myself. "You know what would help?" They say. "Oh baby now! Really!" I say. I want to stop myself but I can't seem to even begin to take in what is happening let alone what is going on. I am then reminded that I have a pussy. I feel it get hot a little. I love keeping my KD happy. My pussy feels strange and wet. I am turned on. I don't have a pussy I scream but no sound comes out of my mouth. I just move towards them. "Ok," I move around and kneel down in front of them unbuckle their belt and jeans and get out that stumpy fat dick. I start to lick their balls and sniff. That musk of sweaty dick and balls makes my pussy tremble. I start to suck the stumpy rod, I try to stop but I can't I reach a hand into my panties and rub my aching pussy as I suck off KD and bob up and down on the thick shaft of their cock. It looks familiar. I think to myself. They have your fucking cock and you are sucking it off. I scream in my mind this can't be. What no. This isn't real I know this is a dream a nightmare. They blast into my mouth and rub my hair. The thick salty slime of their spunk in my mouth is real. I feel it, taste it and swallow it. I want to cry. I need to leave. I need to get out of here. I don't run I stand up I go to kiss them. "On the cheek. Baby. I don't do cock to mouth," they say and chuckle. I stand with the sense of pent up sexual frustration and then they tell me that they love me and ask what is for dinner. I am about to shout get your own fucking dinner I need to finish myself off but. I am sexually aroused and frustrated I need to finish off. Everything moves fast. Dinner, Sleep, Cooking cleaning, Sex, Frustration, Shopping, House work, Sex, Frustration, Hair, Nails. All in some crazy fast forward. Crying, Crying, Pills hospital. Then there is a room we are talking, we argue. I cry. They cry. Shopping, cleaning that room, Dr Havers we cry and then laugh feelings rush and it is dizzying. Then it stops. We are in the bedroom. I am wearing a silky night top. I look ridiculous. He is wearing boxers. And a bra. I sit on the bed and he sits. Next to me. Cade and I have been through so much the couples counselling and sex therapy. My break down. I try to fight this memory but I can't. "Phillipa I am so sorry I wasn't a better husband. I know that past few months have been hard getting me to open and admit that I failed you as husband." I look at him. "I know some of what I said was painful for you to hear but I only said it because I love you," I say. I try to say you are not Cade this is not real none of this is real but I can't say that. "I know that now. I know that." He puts his slender fingers to me lips. "I love you Phillipa and I am done talking time to show you," he says. He unbuckles his bra and his breasts swing free. He lifts off my nighty and I am wearing nothing else. He kisses me gently. His soft skin against my stubble. I kiss him back. There is tenderness in the kiss. I feel his chin and I realize the stubble is his not mine. He puts a towel down on the bed and grabs a bottle of massage oil. He tells me to roll over. His voice sounds deeper, more commanding and I feel his hands rub my shoulders, neck, down my back and finally my ass. He is tender and I feel a real sense of fullness in my pussy. He rolls me over and kisses me gently. The graze of the light stubble feels shockingly good I feel my vagina leak a little more as he works the oil into my skin. He works my arms and chest and as he runs his hand over my chest it feels smoother and smoother and I notice that I have no hair on my chest any more. The hairy rug of chest hair is gone smooth silky skin instead. He rubs oil into my legs and thighs and I am so relaxed his grip seems a little firmer and my skin feels softer more sensitive and I notice my hairy legs are silky smooth. I need to stop this but I can't, I need to let him carry on. He gently works my thighs and then my pussy. His hands begin to glide over the entrance to my twat. It is hot and wet and I want that short stumpy uncut cock in me. I want him to fuck me and he stops and kisses me. I roll onto my side and he is smiling. I look down to his groin and he is rock hard. "Roll onto your back Cade," I say and my voice sounds sultry. I climb on top of him my skin smooth and slippery from the massage oil and I place my hands on his tits. I squeeze them and lean in and kiss him. I can't believe what I am doing but this isn't me this isn't real. Yet somehow this me and as I scream inside. I know right now what I am going to do. "Please Phlly. Not too much I can only take so much." He is keen to please me and it is sweet this is the Cade I fell for. Only I know this isn't real none of this is real but it is and as I feel his dick up against my cunt I inch myself down on the shaft and he is soon inside my. I let of a satisfied mown and so does he. "Fuck Philly that feels so good." I look down at him and begin to ride my lover and I feel stretched. I work my clit as I pump his shaft in and out of me. I feel that warmth, it builds and builds and am relaxed trying not be anxious about getting there. I ride him gently and slowly. I feel a tickling on my shoulder. My hair. I toss my head back. I scream inside but I carry on. I can't stop and more importantly that wave of burning inside me is building bubbling. I tap my clit now spanking my tiny sensitive nub and that feels so good. I ride him slowly and thrust gently and work my clit faster and faster and suddenly then that tingling bubbling in the pit of my cunt pushes out around the lips of my pussy and flashes around my body. I feel the walls of my pussy grip his cock in rapid waves of convulsion milking him, riding him. I have cum. The release I needed for so long I did it I came and I shake with pleasure time slows down. I know my journey has stopped in this moment I am here and this is real and as I look down at him his red beard and mop of red short hair his strong chin his smile of satisfaction knowing he made me cum makes my heart swell and my head explode. I am not Philly Taylor. This is not Cade Taylor. I am Phil. I moan and the thought passes. I put my hands to his chest and he rolls me over he rolls onto me and into me. He beings to thrust and I moan and I feel softer somehow. I lift my arms to wrap around his neck and they are thinner so much thinner against his thick strong arms. I rest my hands on his shoulder. The sleeve tattoo that runs down his left arm is intricate and manly. Cade is tall and strong and he thrusts and thrusts. He begins to hammer. "Fuck Philly your pussy feels so good. I love you so fucking much." His voice is deep and gravelly. He seems bigger and I seem smaller and he dominates me. It scares to the core of who I am inside but it thrills me and I want more it. "OH God Cade. I love you too," I scream and it shocks me. My voice is not mine and as he pounds into me I trace a hand on his his chest his thick matted hairy chest the gingery blonde rug that he sports. He leans down and kisses me and his beards tickles me but reminds me of his masculinity and my femininity. I want to stop this I want to cry. This isn't me. I am not a bitch. I am not. But I cum hard again my whole body rocks with pleasure. The crushing reality and the pleasure almost unbearable. "OH FUCK God cade. Fuck me harder. Make me your bitch," I scream at him and he pumps hard and fast he is panting and sweating. I put my hands to my chest. It feels pudgy and swollen and my hands fill with flesh and I squeeze them together and cup them and he carries on fucking me. I love it it. Why do I love it. Why does it have to feel this good. I want my dick back I am not this. I want to fuck but. As I look up at him. "Fuck Philly Sorry," he moans. I feel him cum. His face tells me he has cum. He lies on top of me he is dripping with sweat and his body feels so wonderful on top of me panting his dick goes soft in my pussy. I kiss him. "Don't be sorry. I came twice Cade. You were magnificent," I whisper. He laughs and his dick flops out of me. I want him back in me already. "Thank god for that. I tried and I won't ever stop," he says and laughs. I fall asleep but then it happens again. Sex, cooking, the cinema, meals out, sex, house work, more sex, happy. Sick. Sick but this time it is shorter more abrupt and then I am sat in a hospital bed. Cade is next to me. My big strong Cade. His bushy red beard and thick mop of red hair. He holds my hand and I smile at him. This isn't real I am exhausted. I feel like I have lived a lifetime in hours and my mind has given up screaming. There is something cold on my belly and I look at a monitor. Mrs Taylor the baby is fine and I think it is a boy. Cade squeezes my hand and I know he would never admit it but he wanted a boy. He kisses me. We leave the hospital. We drive back home he is beaming and singing along to the radio. He is a terrible singer but he is so happy. He carries me into the house kissing me. He fixes the dinner and tells me how sorry he was. How glad he is that we sorted things out. He cries. I never saw him cry. He thanks me. He puts his head to my belly I am only 3 months along but he tells my belly that he will love him as well. He then reminds me that he was 12 lbs at birth and Brad was 13lbs. He laughs and part of me dies but I love seeing him like this. The beaming with love and pride. He fucks me that night and I cum and so does he we are getting good at this. It has taken effort and time and communication but it is working I say to him but he is snoring already. I kiss him on the cheek roll onto my side and he rolls into me and spoons me. I wake up and it is the next day no flashing of time no sudden change of scene I am alone in the house. It is Thursday all this happened in two days. The house is quiet and I am finally allowed to be alone with my thoughts in real time. I know whatever was happening has passed. I sigh. It is two days since this started. It started with that witch I know it in my soul. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom walking feels strange my body feels strange. I look back at who I am. I have long dark hair just below my shoulders. I look at my face and I still see some of me in there. I look like my sister might look I am somewhere between plain and pretty. My nose is a little big and my lips a little thin. My boobs are quite perky and my nipples are big and dark brown I touch them and they feel strange and nice. My legs feel smooth and at least I am not fat although I will be soon I put my hand to my belly I can't quite believe that I am knocked up. I look at my cunt. It is a clean slit down and I have a sort of triangular space at the top of my thighs. Where my balls would be. I am clean shaven and I sort of like that. My mind wanders to the orgasm I had last night with Cade. I smile and see that with a bit of make up I am probably quite attractive. I dress and feel strange doing it. It takes forever, but I somehow know how to do it. I love the feel of my skin how smooth and sensitive it is. I try on a few outfits and find a nice pale blue blouse made from heavy cotton and a dark grey skirt. I put on a little make up and I am amazed at how big a difference it makes. I stare at my reflection. I check out my ass it really is the only thing I don't like. I know my bum looks big in this skirt. I slip on some shoes they have a small heel and am amazed that I can walk in them. I look at my nails long and polished but they need doing soon. I smile at myself. Part of me wants to drive into town and confront Cassandra but I am scared. Could she turn me into a dog if I made her angry again. Then I felt this wave of calm and look around my simple home. It was rustic, basic even. Cade is a mechanic but provides for us and I love him. Somehow I really do love him. Whatever, happened to me the last few days I went along with the ride. I knew there was a part of me that could have fought against his and I didn't. I will learn to live with this. I will learn to accept this because I don't know how to fight it. So If this was some sort of punishment she was wrong. I pat my belly and think about Cade. I pick up the keys and go to get the grocery. I am going to get him steaks he deserves them. ..... 15) (Brad) I ran into an old friend this week I say that he was a friend of Brad's. A guy called Gabe. He stopped by for a bit of lunch on his way to the airport. He apologized that he hadn't been in touch sooner and I struggled to access Brad's memories of him. Which was odd. We said we would stay in touch and he seemed like a decent guy. It was a strange meeting like we were complete strangers. Something told me there was more to that meeting than I understood at the time. I thought about calling Cassie a few times this week but I figure she has my number and I am due to go around and see her tomorrow. Things have progressed with Rob and I. The blow jobs continued then the other night I fucked him in the ass. I somehow know that I am not doing the right thing by him but he loved it and he was a really good fuck. He was sucking me off on the sofa and I just came out and said "Rob do you want me to fuck you in the ass tonight instead." I never saw anyone more happy to retrieve lube and poppers and so fast. Then Thursday evening I get in from work. I have been feeling funny all week. It was when I got in from work and Rob said congratulations. "Uncle Brad," he laughed. I said, "What is Carrie pregnant then?" He looked at me and said, "Carrie? Who is Carrie? No Philly. Cade's wife your brother Cade. It is on Facebook." He looked at me. "Are you alright Brad?" I felt sick to my stomach. I looked at the posting. There was Cade Taylor. My brother an older more ginger lumberjack version of me and he his dark haired wife smiling with a picture of their ultra sound. I dropped everything and I drive over to Cassie's I still can't believe what I saw. I have a fucking new brother. Cade! What the fuck was she thinking. I know this is her it can only be her. What the fuck has she done? She must have cast some sort of vengeance spell. She is fucking with fire. Still Cade seems pretty happy and Philipa is a lot nicer than Phil ever was. I have to stop myself I don't know those people they don't even know who they are themselves yet. I feel myself getting drawn into a new reality and need to stop that at least long enough to speak with Cassie. I let myself into the apartment and there she is sat in the dark. She looks like shit. "Oh Brad," she says. "What were you thinking? You pulled the vengeance spell," I say trying not to raise my voice. "So did you. So did you. I am sorry it was silly. I feel terrible," What if you wrote yourself sorry or me out of the timeline. You know that you got lucky right. Simple sex swap for them no harm but you got lucky. Cassie please tell me you understand that." I look at her and she bursts into tears. It was all too close to home and with our magic still unwinding this was dangerous. "I know. Look he hit on me that night and then I just thought about Carrie and I know I was never close but he treats her like shit or did and well. I will be more careful in future," she says she is still tired from the spell, upset probably from the shock. "NO Cassie, no don't do it again. It is so dangerous. I told you what happened when I did it. One person ended up as a fucking dog Cassie a dog," I am borderline yelling. She starts to giggle. "I know actually you didn't tell me that. I just accessed that memory the other day. He fucking deserved it. Though." She laughs again. "Look I promise you this Brad. I will only use the vengeance spell if I really think I should. I won't do it in anger and I will speak to someone before I do it. But I won't promise not to do it again. I am not going to lie to you. I just can't make a promise I can't keep," she says. I look at her and she is different. I don't retain all the Cassandra memories only the knowledge I gained from them while I was Cassandra but Brad is different. He is different to all the others. I look at her sat there. I have lived her life for nearly a month and at his core Brad is a decent man. He had a moral compass so OK it wasn't perfect but he had one and knew it had some flaws but he was willing to change if he hurt anyone. I look at this Cassandra and I am not sure if Brad will ever regain his masculinity I wonder if Brad will break the curse of Cassandra by living as Cassandra and learning how to be a woman. The thought is fleeting but somehow I feel he will. "Brad can you get me a glass of water please," she says. I stand up and get her some water. I sit down as she sips it. "Now do want to tell me what the hell is going on with you and Rob?" she lets out that dirty laugh. "Fuck Brad you turned me queer in less than a month. Lets hope Kaitlyn never finds out," she laughs again. "Then again lets hope she does." "How do you know Cassie?" I ask. "I didn't know for sure until just now. Anyway don't ask me that just tell me what you two have been up to I can't wait to hear about it. Oh and don't spare the details you big old queer." I smile at her and I tell her the story. .... 16) (Brad) I am in the final stretch. Two days to go. Before the curse breaks and I am free and I wake up with an aching boner and I am having a sweet dream. I look down and there he is. "Rob." I go to tell him to stop but instead I grab his head and pull him down on to my rock hard dick. I start to face fuck him. I was good at blow jobs as Cassandra and Rob is nearly as good as I was. Then just as I think how great he is he chokes. A little bit. "You OK?" I say. He coughs and splutters. Rob looks up at me. "You know sometimes you can be a little bit too rough. I am good at this and you aren't," he says pouting. "Listen why don't you sit on my dick to finish me off? We both like that," I say and laugh. "Ok if you insist. At least it is something we are both good at," he says and laughs as he scrambles around in the sheets grabs the lubes slathers a great dollop on my dick and smears some into his butt cheeks. I hand him the poppers. "No I am fine. Still a bit loose from last night," he says as he slide himself on to my rock hard dick. I take the top of the poppers and get myself and nice dizzy headache going. He starts to ride me and I look at him. "I could get used to this," I say. "You mean you gonna turn gay for me after all?" he says riding me. "Never going to happen Rob. This is as gay as I am going," I say. "Well sticking your dick in your best friends ass seems pretty gay to me," he says and laughs as he starts to rock up and. I turn around to put the poppers down. There is a noise and then I heard Rob say, "Kaitlyn. Oh My god." Something snaps. "Oh Fuck," I say and I feel everything go black. ...... 17) (Brad) I feel a strange spinning a blackness and then I feel everything come back together but as I wake. I am confused. There is someone next to me is it Rob again. I call his name and he rolls over. It is Rob. I can see it is Rob. But this guy is not really Rob he is really good looking. His eyes are wider and piercingly clear they are beautiful. His nose is straight, his jaw line strong and a small dimple in his chin. He has a small amount of stubble and as he smiles at me he kisses me I feel bathed in warmth from that smile. It is Rob but like the Photo Shop version. "Fuck Rob you are beautiful," I say. My voice sounds strange. "What the is wrong hulk," he says. I look around the room it is our apartment but the bed is different it is a king size sleigh bed and the room is decorated differently. My heart pounds. "Noo!!" The timeline is re-written but how. Nobody decorates a room over night. There is a dark wood dresser and on top are pictures. I can't quite make them out. I try to get out of bed but somehow I seem clumsy and off kilter and tumble out of the bed onto the floor. I crash down with a huge thud. I know I have failed the curse. I know somehow I failed I was so close and then I remember. Rob and then Kaitlyn she caught us fucking like a second ago. I have failed but how. I don't sound like a woman that is what usually happens. What is my final curse what it the final outcome. I want to cry. I tried so hard. I see Rob as he gets out of bed he comes round to my side as I roll around on my back on the floor only wrapping myself in the duvet which I seem to have taken off the bed with me. He is stood over me naked. He is like something out of Men's Health this is Rob but the perfect version of Rob not my friend. He is sculpted and has an eight pack. He is fucking hot. Really hot. As Cassandra I knew a hot guy when I saw one and this was it. But I was Brad now and Rob was just a friend with benefits. And then I see it. "Furckkk," I say as I see what has to be 9 inches or more of cock hanging between his legs. That is the biggest cock I ever saw. It is huge and it is soft. He stands over me. I stare and stare at the comedy porn cock. Who would be able to take that. "Hey Hulk...Brad Baby what is wrong," he says. I sit up and look at him. I look at what I did to him what the curse did to him. It is still him. Just a really perfect version of Rob except for the comically huge dick He just called me baby. He leans down to help me up. "What is it Brad. What is wrong?" "I don't know," I say and then I feel panic. "My voice. What is wrong with my voice?" I say it again just to be sure that noise came out of me. It sounds heavy and dumb. I look around the room and on the wall is a set of shelves with trophies loads of them and on some of them are muscular men atlas style poses and pictures on the shelves of some freakish man in thongs, silver thongs, gold thongs posing and gurning. I rub my eyes to work out who that is. As I rub my eyes and run my hands down my cheeks they feel calloused and hard. The skin on the palms and fingers rough and hard. I hold out my arms in front of me. "OH NOOO!!" I run to the bathroom only my stride is off. My arms are out to my sides and my legs rub together and it is more of a waddle. I turn on the light in the bathroom I stand before the full length mirror I look at myself. My hair is shaved I am bald. My skin is a funny orange color and my face. My fucking face. My brow heavy, my nose wide. My skin covered in acne scars. I look brutish scary. I put a hand to my face and the beast in the mirror does the same thing. "Noo!!" I whimper in the dumb low voice. My handsome face gone. It is still me I can see it is me but a primitive, brutal comic version. If Carrie became lumberjack Brad I have become Caveman Brad. I look at my neck it is wide, it seems like it flows into my huge shoulders. Each shoulder seems to have a bowling veiny bowling ball stuffed under the skin. I am a hulking beast of a man. Muscle upon muscle. Veins pop out of me and mark my body like some crazy orange map of rivers and their tributaries on an orange alien world. Rob is stood behind. Me. "Hey baby. What is it you are scaring me?" he says. I look at him and back at myself. My huge pecs are huge I look down I can't see past my pecs. I squeeze them. Fuck I just got rid of one set of tits these are obscene. My legs are wide and massive at the thighs and taper down to calves that pop out of me like some comic character. My arms hang to my side I am unable to put them straight down. I am fucking huge. I am a freak. Then I notice the one thing about me that isn't big. I have a tiny dick between my legs. The saddest excuse for a dick I ever saw and it is my dick. I look at Rob and our lives splinter before my eyes. We did meet at college but I was already into steroids when I started and bigger than normal. I didn't graduate college but Rob did. I left in the final year after an accident in the gym some weights fell on my head seemed I suffered from some damage to my brain. Made me a little slow. He graduated and has the money. I got a job at a gym after I dropped out and he used to work out at the gym. We were sharing an apartment at the time he sort of looked after me. He was always good like that. The only big argument we ever really had was when he found out I was giving blowjobs for steroids in the gym and that was how he found out I was gay. He was real angry that I hadn't been giving him blow jobs and that is how we got together. The first time he fucked me my tiny dick and ass I loved it. He was happy that he finally found someone who could take his dick. He is my donkey dick guy and I am his hulk. He oils me up before competitions. He helps inject my roids into my ass. We love each other and got married last year. He loves my muscles but he is the dominant one in the relationship. He loves to see me pose in thongs and in competitions. He loves to humiliate my tiny dick and I get off on the humiliation. Sometimes he locks my little clitty up in cage because it is a useless nub and I need to focus on pleasing him not myself. He loves that I am dumb and he has to take care of me. He loves me so much. There is a knock at the door. As I burst into tears. I tug at me tiny pecker. "Furckkkhh," I say in my dumb voice. A million new scenes of my life my new reality fall into place. "Who is that. Let me put some pants on and go answer," I hear Rob Say. I hear voices in the corridor but not what they are saying. Alan Stevens, was clever I was clever, Then I was beautiful as Cassandra and then I became Brad the stud it was to be my final life. But I failed the curse caught up with me. I am on my fourth life now. I am Hulk the small dicked ugly brute of a man stupid, on steroids pumping iron and getting my ass fucked by my husband with the unfeasible and ridiculously large penis. I look at this beast in the mirror still tugging my tiny clit. I cry. "Brad! It is you. I am so sorry." That voice I know that voice I turn round and there she is Cassandra. I start to cry. "Who are you?" I hear Rob say. "My name is Cassandra. Rob we have met before but you won't remember. I am a very old friend of Brad's and I am here to help but I think it is too late," she says and I know she is right as I tug my tiny pecker again and cry. ........ 18) (Cassandra) Epilogue. I still want to regain my masculinity but not at any cost. In 30 days I have dished out petty vengeance. Dispensing my own brand of justice I will be more careful about that in the future. I have given in to my lusts and desires. I have explored sexual desire and submitted to that side of this body this cursed body. I will be more careful about that. I have seen the damage and hurt that I and those affected by this curse can cause. Yet I am still here I am still inside I am still me. I may never regain my masculinity I may never fuck another woman again. I may always be seen as Cassandra but I have decided today that whatever I do with this body going forward I will always be Brad Taylor. I will be the best Cassandra ever. That is my promise to myself that is my promise to who I am. I have realized one thing and it may be the key to my sanity. Cassandra is the composite of 100's of men, their desires, their fantasies, their desire to have this woman then their rage and desire to be rid of this woman. They are trapped by their lust and then trapped inside of their figure of lust. They never once pause and learn how to live with their lives and who they are no matter what body they are in. I know with Gabe even as fleeting as it was I found affection and wonder in this woman and in me and I am going to pause and learn from that. So today I look back at my reflection and stop frowning. I finish applying my pink lipstick. My lips are full I apply a little gloss. I purse my lips together. I look amazing. I play with my hair and finish styling it. I walk naked to my bedroom my breasts still feel strange as they swing freely with each step but that strangeness is part of their appeal and my sensuality. I pick out my new lacy pink bra and struggle to put it on and as I clasp it in place and re-arrange my girls more comfortably inside my bra I feel a sense of relief. Those tits are heavy and I need to wear a bra and that is fine. I pick out a lovely new matching pair of lacy pink panties I slide them on they cup against my shaved pussy. I grab the pair of natural colored stockings and glide them on I love how soft and silky they feel against my smooth shaved legs. I slip on. I put on my suspender belt and hitch up my stockings. I take at look at myself and admire the view before I put on the pink dress. God Cassandra you are porno central. I blow myself a kiss and cup my tits and laugh. I put on the dress the material is light and is low cut but not too low cut. I head back to the bathroom check my hair and make up and I smile. I grab my matching purse and slip into my pink heals. I check my reflection one last time. I pick up my keys and leave the apartment. I head out to my job interview. I know men and women look at me as I walk head held high. I look amazing, I feel amazing. One man smiles at me and I smile back I don't need to turn my head to know his eyes are are still on me. I am going to get this job. I Brad Taylor am going to get this job and I will be the most amazing woman I know how to be and for as long as it takes. ////////////. (The Cassandra Curse Part 3. Will Follow.)