Sleeping Beauty

How long had it been since Konrad had tried to place that curse on that young lady that had backfired horribly? Judging from the layer of dust and dirt on top of him -- several hundred? Maybe a thousand?

And as he became more aware of not just the dirt on it but the body he now had, the more he realized just how badly the curse had backfired. It wasn’t just that the spell had caused him to be the one to fall asleep for an extended period, it had also caused him to be in the woman’s body that whole time.

He tried to think of the upsides. For starters, he hadn’t aged. Next, even though the spell had required a kiss to awaken, that hadn’t seen to be needed in this case. He had woken up all on his own, although in a very unfortunate state.

Pirates!

They opened the chest and immediately the two pirate’s eyes began to glow purple and then transform from male to female in a blink of an eye. The rest of the crew tried to run, but the curse had already escaped from the chest and was now affecting them one-by-one.

There were probably curses out there that were much, much worse than being transformed into women. After all, once their gender changed, the pirates pretty much all just continued on like before -- if anything, their new bodies gave them an edge, as any ship they encountered was certainly caught off guard to be plundered by a bunch of lasses.

The Devil You Know

Wei had been assigned to keep watch after several bulls were attacked several nights in a row. However, he had fallen asleep in the early morning and was only startled awake by a rustling sound. That’s when he saw the demon.

She had glowing eyes and horns with a tail that wrapped around her body. Despite these horrid features, she embodies a beauty that could likely seduce any man. Or almost any man. Wei could see something beyond the beauty and under the horror; it was a sense of something familiar.

“Xi?” Wei asked, “Is that you, Brother?”

The demon sighed and nodded.

“I thought you were dead ages ago!” Wei exclaimed.

“Might as well be, as I am cursed with this form,” Xi replied. “If you haven’t figured it out, I have been the one feasting on your cattle.”

“But why? Why do you hurt us so?”

“The craving to feast on anything male is part of the curse. I have become like the one who feasted upon me. I requested this territory as my own, to prevent the village from falling to others far worse than I. Feeding on the bulls is not done to hurt you, it is to save you. If not for the bulls, it would be the men who fall victim to me late at night. Better the cattle than the men; better the devil you know.”

And with that, Xi left with smile.

The Worst Parts

“What the hell did you do to me, Nanay!?” Aiden complained, realizing he was using the affectionate name for his mother-in-law that his wife Tala typically used.

“I never liked you. You weren’t good enough for my Tala,” His mother-in-law explained, “And then you get her pregnant before marrying her?”

“But we love each other! We didn’t need a ring or a ceremony to prove that!”

“Nonsense! I know your type. Well, rest assured, the curse will ensure you be the one to endure the worst parts of this pregnancy. How did you enjoy the morning sickness?”

Aiden didn’t want to describe how awful it was. “I’m going to tell Tala,” He said instead.

“You can try, but while she is in your body, she will think she is you. It would be like telling yourself. And just try to convince her you are anything but crazy in the times you’re in your own body; you’d have no evidence!”

“I don’t want to do this!”

“Oh, but it only gets worse. Just wait until you’re pushing that little bundle out of you...”

The Curse of Misogyny

Marissa always hated when he husband went out drinking after work, and she hated it even more when he didn’t come home until the AM hours. She had intended to give him a lecture about it the next morning, but once he came downstairs, she realized she had a lot of different questions to ask him.

For starters, she usually would have to look up when lecturing him, but now they were eye-to-eye. He had somehow lost a significant amount of height. Then there was the outline of breasts clearly now on his chest. And, if she was not mistaken, his body was even developing distinctive feminine curves as well.

Instead of a lecture, the only thing Marissa could ask was, “What the hell happened to you?”

Her husband sighed. He knew he had to confess. “There was this witch. She cursed us all. And any time we are inappropriate or misogynistic with women, we become more and more feminine, slowly transforming into women. Dimitri had completely transformed by the end of the night.” He left out the part where he was the one who hit on the witch that caused them all too get cursed.

Marissa, of course, knew her husband well enough. She knew what he was like. Given the nature of the curse, she was actually surprised he wasn’t further along. Instead of being mad, she just looked at him and said, “I’m sure you will be caught up to Dimitri by the end of the day.”

Next Day Curse (Part 2)

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By 3PM, it had gotten worse. Reed was now completely transformed into a woman. The only saving grace seemed to be that people in the office seemed to think that he had always been a woman. At least he didn’t need to make up some strange back story about who he was and why he was there. He also could get some help trying to retrieve the message from his phone.

It brought it down to the IT department and explained how, despite it being his personal phone, would really appreciate them helping him out to get the deleted messages back. The IT guy smiled and said, “Just leave it with me for a few hours, Sweet Cheeks.”

As he walked back up to his own floor, he was both thankful he might finally be able to get back in touch with the woman who curesed him and also in complete shock after being called “Sweet Cheeks.”

Next Day Curse (Part 1)

Reed didn’t think much of ditching out on his one-night stand before she woke up. She was in the long line of many women he picked up at bars over the years. Then the strange text came while he was at work. It was an unhinged rant from the woman he had picked up. He wasn’t sure how she had gotten his number, but it was multiple messages about how he was cursed now for what he did to her and every other woman. He just marked it as spam and moved on, barely giving it a second thought.

However, as he stood up for his lunch break, he began to take it a lot more seriously. He was now somehow wearing a skirt...and heels...and his legs were shaven (and much more shapely)! It seemed impossible. He rushed as fast as he could in his new heels to the bathroom to confirm the worst -- the change between his legs. Then he rushed back to his desk to try to undelete the message about the curse on his phone. But it seemed gone for good...

Thirty Days

Brent looked nervously around the bar. Then he looked down at himself. Should he have worn a more revealing outfit? Maybe he should’ve put on thicker makeup? It didn’t matter anymore. This was his last chance. Twenty nine days ago, he had picked up this woman at a bar and then woke up the next day in her body. She had left a note explaining he had thirty days to sleep with someone else or he’d be trapped in the woman’s body forever. He didn’t want to sleep with a guy, but he didn’t want to be stuck as a woman either! He had gone out to bars each night, but he often found he was too shy to really seal the deal. So this evening was going to be his last chance. If he didn’t hook up with someone tonight, he’d have to deal with the fact that he was going to have this body for good.

For Display Only

Six months ago, I had found myself locked in a department store after hours. I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to reach out and touch one of the mannequins. To my surprise, the mannequin came to life! The woman (who had just been a freeking mannequin a minute ago) thanked me and then quickly apologized before running off.

I tried to chase her, but I soon found my feet stuck in place. My skin became an alabaster shade of white. Gaps formed at my joints. My entire body was becoming fiberglass or plastic and the form was a feminine one, much like the one I had touched. When it finally reached my head, I was briefly in a living hell of being completely paralyzed before even my brain was plasticized into inanimate oblivion.

It felt like a mere moment later, but with the sun now coming up, it was clear several hours had passed as the process went in reverse shortly before the store was set to open. Except instead of reverting to my own body, I became a human form of the mannequin I had become -- a gorgeous woman with an envious body fit for showcasing fashion. On top of all that, a clerk had apparently put me in a wedding dress overnight. It was all pretty embarrassing for a guy like me!

Over the next few days, I discovered I had taken on a curse. At night, generally right before stores closed, I would turn into a mannequin. I’d transform into a woman shortly before they opened. It didn’t matter if a body part was removed from the mannequin; I’d always wake up with no missing parts to my human body. It was best to let the transformation happen in a store; I was on the street once and woke up naked and in the trash. I don’t know what triggered me taking up the curse from the woman who had it before me, and I’m not sure how, when, or if anyone will ever take it from me!

The Pumpkin Spice Curse

“You should try the pumpkin spice latte,” I said, “It’s the best. It will change you.”

I didn’t want to say these things. The truth was that the pumpkin spice latte from the odd new coffee shop that opened up was a curse, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to badmouth it. That was all part of the curse. Just as I was telling this man to try one, I had to remember that I too was once a man approached by a stunning woman to try the latte. I thought she was hitting on me, and I gave in. If only I had known about the curse. Just one sip and I became part of the army. My hair grew out, there was make up on my face, I became a woman. It didn’t stop there. I wore a pink puffer coat and yoga pants. I could talk with the other women about the curse, but around anyone not already cursed, it was all about convincing them to be a part of it. I couldn’t stop. None of us could. And we couldn’t stop ordering the lattes either! This had to be my fifth today, and it was just after noon. I had managed to transform three guys into women, just like I had been. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t stop. The transformations would continue until pumpkin spice latte season was over.

Daily

How long had it been since it started that one day when Neil awoke in someone else’s body for the first time? Maybe five years ago now or more? It didn’t even feel weird anymore to wake up in a new body each morning anymore. He was sure he’d ruined many people’s lives at first by just staying in bed, refusing to go to work, or anything. But these days, he’d hop out of bed and get ready. He was pretty sure he was now an expert on figuring out a person based on their room and wardrobe. Though he had obviously been born a guy, he’d been both men and women for enough time to figure out that he actually preferred being a woman. This morning he was excited to be a woman once again, as he selected a cute, black leather dress from the closet. He slipped it on, then adjusted his hair and makeup as he admired the cute Asian face lookng back at him. He knew he’d be someone else again tomorrow, but he often fantasized about finally keeping a body for longer than a day. This body would be top on his list; it was perfect. But he also knew not to hope too hard.

En Pointe

It all began as a joke when Adam found the ballet slippers with his girlfriend. They both laughed as he struggled to put them onto his feet, but they stopped laughing when the slippers laced themselves up and Adam couldn’t take them off. Then his body transformed into that of a dainty woman and his clothes morphed into a ballet outfit. And to top it all off, it seemed he could only walk on his tiptoes, just like a ballerina. He begged his girlfriend for help. She just asked, “Who are you?”

He tried to protest, telling her she just saw him transform right in front of her eyes. She just looked at him like he was crazy and ran off. She had been there! She had seen everything, but it was like this is how things always had been and she had no knowledge of what just happened!

Adam discovered he could change out of the ballerina outfit and into regular clothes, but the slippers were stuck firmly on his feet with no way off. To make matters worse, he couldn’t stand or walk in anyway but on his tiptoes. The only reprieve he got from the painful experience of always being en pointe was when he sat down. This was all like some sort of nightmare curse of these damned shoes.

Day Late

The curse was supposed to only last a single day. This was something Matt thought he could handle. And so he did. Spending a day as Catherine wasn’t too bad; though being a woman was certainly something he didn’t want to be stuck as. However, the next morning he woke up, he found he was still in her body. He screamed. He yelled. It was supposed to be over; why was he still stuck as Catherine? He didn’t want it to last a moment more, but yet he was still her, even after the curse should’ve been over. What was going on?

Let Me Explain

Miranda was horrified when she looked down at her own hands to see them old and wrinkled. Then she looked over to the bar at the bistro where she had been eating to see her own body smiling.

“Come over here and sit,” Her body said, “Let me explain.”

Miranda moved slowly in the old body she now inhabited. When she sat down, it was obvious to her that her new body was not only old, but it was also a man’s body. She sat silently as her body explained.

“I know it’s pretty shocking to find yourself in the body of an old man. I mean, I was shocked when it happened to me. I suppose it’s worse for you, considering you were a woman before. I didn’t want to be a woman; it’s just the way it turned out. The body you have now has an odd curse on it. It has the ability to swap bodies with other people. Not just anyone, mind you; it can only swap with certain people. You’ll just have to keep trying until you find someone, which I finally did when I found you. But obviously you can tel from the age of that body, you better act fast. I had a heart attack when trying to find someone, and the hospital told me it wasn’t that body’s first one either! I can’t fully explain how to swap with someone but you’ll just feel it. You’ll just know! Now, if you’l excuse me, I believe you have some work to do while I enjoy my new life as you.”

Impressed with Himself

Clark was impressed with himself. It had been about two months since he was cursed into having a woman’s body, but he had adjusted fairly well. The first day, any makeup he tried to put on was a complete mess, but now? He was a pure expert. At this point, the idea of being a woman no longer felt like a curse to him at all. In fact, he was kind of dreading the day when the curse would end, and he’d be back to his own body. He didn’t know how long it was supposed to last, but something told him now that he was enjoying himself, it would be over soon enough.

Mirror Pants

Mark was well aware of how cheesy the pick up line about mirror pants was, but when he actually saw a woman with pants so shiny he could see himself in them, he couldn’t help himself. He meant it as a joke more than anything, but she certainly didn’t take it as one. Her face turned red and she said something in a language Mark couldn’t understand. The next thing Mark realized, he had swapped bodies with the woman and now he was the one wearing the tight, shiny pants. The woman now inside Mark’s body simply smiled and ran off. Mark just stood there for a few minutes trying to get a good look at himself and letting his mind wrap around the fact he was a woman now. Then a man passed, and he heard a man say he familiar pick up line, “Are those mirror pants? Because I can see myself in them.” This was followed by another man with another pick up line, “Is your ass a cake? Because I want a piece of that.” In fact, it seemed every man that passed let off a cheesy pick up line in Mark’s direction. After a dozen or so did, Mark was annoyed, but it still just didn’t stop. It soon became maddening...

Curse (Part 2)

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It was sort of weird, but Sam actually enjoyed being a woman. He started to go by Samantha, and he could only describe the days he spent as a woman as pleasant. He enjoyed wearing women’s clothes, putting on makeup. Heck, he even started dating and found a boyfriend. It was the nights when the hunger came over him that was the problem; the times when he would transform others. It was during those times that he no longer considered himself a woman; in those times, he was a monster. Part of him hoped he could find a way to break this curse, and the other part of him hoped that if he did, he’d still remain a woman.

Curse

Sam always regretted that night. He and his girlfriend had a huge fight, and he went to a bar. That’s where he met Maria. It only took about 15 minutes of flirting before he convinced her to take him back to her place. Sam thought it was the best revenge possible; that is until Maria bit him. Within a few minutes, Sam started to change. His dark hair grew beyond his shoulders, his features became softer, his body began to curve; he was becoming a woman. Maria began to apologize. She couldn’t help herself. She explained that she had once been a man named Mark, and a long time ago he had been seduced by a woman. During their love making, she bit him; thus changing him into Maria. It was a curse -- a bit like being a vampire. Sam would become a woman now, just like Maria, he’d crave making love to men, and he’d have desires to turn them, just like Maria had turned him. Sam couldn’t deny that he was now a woman, but he thought he could fight the desire to curse others. He only lasted a single night. He found himself at the same bar just two nights later, picking up a guy, biting him, and then having to explain the situation to the new woman, just as Maria had done for him. As the blood dribbled down his lips, he was far less apologetic than Maria had been. He just kept thinking about his girlfriend, and wondering if this all could have been avoided if he had not gotten into that fight in the first place, or not tried to get revenge by sleeping with someone else.

Curse

Peter hadn’t exactly taken it seriously when he was told he was cursed by his ex-girlfriend, doomed to switch bodies with anyone he slept with. It wasn’t until he first one night stand after the relationship ended that he realized the curse was real. He woke up inside the body of the woman he had slept with the night before. He begged to sleep with her again, but she seemed far too happy to be in Peter’s body. Desperate, Peter hit up bars and clubs looking for people to swap with. He felt so uncomfortable flirting and hitting on guys, but they never seem to notice the disgusted look on his face. And then, after teasing the guys for a while, he could never seem to go through with bringing them to bed. The thought of sleeping with someone as a woman just seemed too weird to Peter. But until he did, he’d be stuck as a woman!

Daylight

The strange curse had started a week ago. Hank had woken up in the body of a beautiful woman. He didn’t turn back into himself until the sun set and night came. He had breathed a sigh of relief when he became himself again. He could only imagine someone had wanted to teach him a lesson, forcing him to spend a day as a woman. But the next morning, it happened again; he was once again a woman. Sure enough, each morning with the sun rise, he would transform. And each evening with the sunset, he would change back. After a week, he had gotten quite used to it. He realized that living in the nighttime hours might prove to be difficult, so he decided to embrace his new femininity and live for the daylight.

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