The Curse
You wriggle around and kick-out at the girls. Although you don't make contact, it causes them to jump back to prevent them from being harmed. This gave you an opening. You jump to your feet and begin to dash away. Instantly, they bolt after you. It doesn't take long before they catch up. They are close behind and there is much you can do. Then, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
One of your pursuers has caught you. She pulls hard and you fall back, landing on your behind.
The brunette speaks first. "Aaawwww..he's cowering. He's mine. I like 'em scared and easy to mess with." She then chuckles to herself.
"W-what? You can't just h-have me. I'm a h-human being. I have rights!" You object.
"Not any more.." Another brunette with a long plait says in a rather depressed tone. They push you on your back and hold you down once again, this time with a firmer grip.
"Trangrora femisa Permuntada" They chant in unison. You feel dizzy and see a bright flash of light before fainting.
Sluggishly, you open your eyes. You are in a bright pink room with a couple of seats, an overly large wardrobe and a double bed. Sitting on the bed is on of the girls from the group that ambushed you. To be precise it's the brunette you had offended, who was looking particularly smug.
"Where am I?" You ask in a quiet tone.
"Wrong question. You should be asking: What am I?" She responds.
"What?" You say louder, noticing a change in your voice. "Huh?" It is a higher pitch. You look down at yourself and scream.
To your horror you find that your normally flat and muscular chest isn't there. In it's place is a soft, rounded one that seems to have expanded. There are no hairs on your body except for the ones on your head and those that are there are long and wavy with blonde highlights, but the most humiliating of all, your manhood had been replaced.
"What have you done to me?!" You screech with tears streaming down your face.
"I thought it was pretty obvious. You're a girl. Oh, and keep it down. You high-pitched scream goes through me." She then bursts out laughing. You curl up into a ball and sob quietly. After a couple of minutes you perk up.
"Change me back!" You yell, wiping away the tears.
"Lets me see..errmm..NO!" She resumes her laughing.
"Change me back now, bitch!" You yell louder still.
"You had better watch that language of yours or you'll end up in a much worse place than this. You are not in the position to be making orders. I am. Now put this on."
She begins pulling a coat hanger from down the side of her bed. It has a long, clear, plastic bag hanging from it and inside it is an outfit, a maid's outfit. It looked very sexy and extremely feminine. The top half consisted of a black shirt that was cut so it showed most of the stomach, it had slim, black straps and it came down low enough to show cleavage. Long, white, silk sleeves seem to extend from the straps. All of the edges of the top are lined with white frills. The lower half consisted of a short, black skirt with white frills. Then foot wear is a pair of small black sandals with white, knee-height socks. You stare in shock at what she expects you to wear. A single word broke the silence.
"No." You say stubbornly.
"I'm going to give you one more chance. After that, you will be punished and it will be much worse than you could ever dream."
"No."
"So be it. Alice!" Another one of the girls arrives with long black hair in a pink t-shirt and jeans with a pair of thin, rounded glasses on.
"Yes, Cindy?" She asks politely.
"Take her to the Male's Quarters. After two hours, remove her and put her in this." She holds up the outfit. "If she still refuses, leave her in for another hour. Repeat that until she finally decides to co-operate."
"I'm sure she won't say no after the first hour, Cindy, but I'll do it. Can I borrow a magazine while I wait?" She asks.
"Sure." She throws a magazine to Alice and she places it in her pocket. Cindy then hands over the outfit and yourself to her. Alice twists your arm, to prevent you from escaping, and you whimper.
"Aren't you a looker. I'd welcome you, but I don't think this is the best moment to do it." She states still holding you tight. You arrive outside a large, metal door. She stops and hangs up the outfit on a conveniently placed peg next to the door. Although it's the Male's Quarters it looks more like a prison cell. "See you in an hour." She says before laying her hand on a red platform. It then turns green and the door opens. "You have her for an hour guys. She's a guest and I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, at least like this anyway, so be gentle." She turns to face you. "Errm..I don't really know what to say. I doubt you deserve this and..good luck."
With that, the doors close. At first it's pitch black, but then a light flickers on. Forty maybe even fifty men start walking towards you. You can see lust in their eyes. A few of them are even licking their lips. You suddenly become very cold and the light switches off. Seconds later you feel many things penetrate you new, vulnerable 'area' and a few of the objects are shoved into your mouth. You gag on the gooey liquid that sprays down your throat. You scream out and claw at the door. Throughout the hour you are constantly yelling for help and begging for them to stop, but it's useless. You feel somewhat violated and the sound of the metallic door opening is music to your ears. Alice orders them to back off and they do so. You slowly stumble out with blood stains and still the odd trickle, down your once-virgin leg along with a few other bodily fluids, along with a sticky substance all over your face. As the door shuts behind you, you crack.
You bursts out crying and begin hugging the young girl who opened the door.
"I'm sorry. I was only following orders. Nobody deserves that, Nobody."
You continue to cry into her shoulder as she runs her fingers through your, now messy, hair. She lifts your head to wipe away the mess on your face and then allows you to hug her once more. She pushes her glasses back into postion on her face and begins to speak.
"Lets get you cleaned up. I'm not gunna bother askin' if ya gunna put on that get-up now. I'm pretty damn certain of the answer." She says sympathizing. You look up in her wonderful, emerald eyes and smile the best you can at her generosity. Although, she was the one who put you there, like she says, she was just following orders. "And don't worry, your ovaries aren't fully formed yet so you haven't bin' knocked up." She grins. With your arms still wrapped around her, you both walk to another room where you are showered down and dressed, although Cindy hadn't handed over any underwear, so you had to go without. She then walks you up to Cindy's door.
"You gunna be alright or do ya wanna stay with me a bit longer? " Alice asks.
One of your pursuers has caught you. She pulls hard and you fall back, landing on your behind.
The brunette speaks first. "Aaawwww..he's cowering. He's mine. I like 'em scared and easy to mess with." She then chuckles to herself.
"W-what? You can't just h-have me. I'm a h-human being. I have rights!" You object.
"Not any more.." Another brunette with a long plait says in a rather depressed tone. They push you on your back and hold you down once again, this time with a firmer grip.
"Trangrora femisa Permuntada" They chant in unison. You feel dizzy and see a bright flash of light before fainting.
Sluggishly, you open your eyes. You are in a bright pink room with a couple of seats, an overly large wardrobe and a double bed. Sitting on the bed is on of the girls from the group that ambushed you. To be precise it's the brunette you had offended, who was looking particularly smug.
"Where am I?" You ask in a quiet tone.
"Wrong question. You should be asking: What am I?" She responds.
"What?" You say louder, noticing a change in your voice. "Huh?" It is a higher pitch. You look down at yourself and scream.
To your horror you find that your normally flat and muscular chest isn't there. In it's place is a soft, rounded one that seems to have expanded. There are no hairs on your body except for the ones on your head and those that are there are long and wavy with blonde highlights, but the most humiliating of all, your manhood had been replaced.
"What have you done to me?!" You screech with tears streaming down your face.
"I thought it was pretty obvious. You're a girl. Oh, and keep it down. You high-pitched scream goes through me." She then bursts out laughing. You curl up into a ball and sob quietly. After a couple of minutes you perk up.
"Change me back!" You yell, wiping away the tears.
"Lets me see..errmm..NO!" She resumes her laughing.
"Change me back now, bitch!" You yell louder still.
"You had better watch that language of yours or you'll end up in a much worse place than this. You are not in the position to be making orders. I am. Now put this on."
She begins pulling a coat hanger from down the side of her bed. It has a long, clear, plastic bag hanging from it and inside it is an outfit, a maid's outfit. It looked very sexy and extremely feminine. The top half consisted of a black shirt that was cut so it showed most of the stomach, it had slim, black straps and it came down low enough to show cleavage. Long, white, silk sleeves seem to extend from the straps. All of the edges of the top are lined with white frills. The lower half consisted of a short, black skirt with white frills. Then foot wear is a pair of small black sandals with white, knee-height socks. You stare in shock at what she expects you to wear. A single word broke the silence.
"No." You say stubbornly.
"I'm going to give you one more chance. After that, you will be punished and it will be much worse than you could ever dream."
"No."
"So be it. Alice!" Another one of the girls arrives with long black hair in a pink t-shirt and jeans with a pair of thin, rounded glasses on.
"Yes, Cindy?" She asks politely.
"Take her to the Male's Quarters. After two hours, remove her and put her in this." She holds up the outfit. "If she still refuses, leave her in for another hour. Repeat that until she finally decides to co-operate."
"I'm sure she won't say no after the first hour, Cindy, but I'll do it. Can I borrow a magazine while I wait?" She asks.
"Sure." She throws a magazine to Alice and she places it in her pocket. Cindy then hands over the outfit and yourself to her. Alice twists your arm, to prevent you from escaping, and you whimper.
"Aren't you a looker. I'd welcome you, but I don't think this is the best moment to do it." She states still holding you tight. You arrive outside a large, metal door. She stops and hangs up the outfit on a conveniently placed peg next to the door. Although it's the Male's Quarters it looks more like a prison cell. "See you in an hour." She says before laying her hand on a red platform. It then turns green and the door opens. "You have her for an hour guys. She's a guest and I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, at least like this anyway, so be gentle." She turns to face you. "Errm..I don't really know what to say. I doubt you deserve this and..good luck."
With that, the doors close. At first it's pitch black, but then a light flickers on. Forty maybe even fifty men start walking towards you. You can see lust in their eyes. A few of them are even licking their lips. You suddenly become very cold and the light switches off. Seconds later you feel many things penetrate you new, vulnerable 'area' and a few of the objects are shoved into your mouth. You gag on the gooey liquid that sprays down your throat. You scream out and claw at the door. Throughout the hour you are constantly yelling for help and begging for them to stop, but it's useless. You feel somewhat violated and the sound of the metallic door opening is music to your ears. Alice orders them to back off and they do so. You slowly stumble out with blood stains and still the odd trickle, down your once-virgin leg along with a few other bodily fluids, along with a sticky substance all over your face. As the door shuts behind you, you crack.
You bursts out crying and begin hugging the young girl who opened the door.
"I'm sorry. I was only following orders. Nobody deserves that, Nobody."
You continue to cry into her shoulder as she runs her fingers through your, now messy, hair. She lifts your head to wipe away the mess on your face and then allows you to hug her once more. She pushes her glasses back into postion on her face and begins to speak.
"Lets get you cleaned up. I'm not gunna bother askin' if ya gunna put on that get-up now. I'm pretty damn certain of the answer." She says sympathizing. You look up in her wonderful, emerald eyes and smile the best you can at her generosity. Although, she was the one who put you there, like she says, she was just following orders. "And don't worry, your ovaries aren't fully formed yet so you haven't bin' knocked up." She grins. With your arms still wrapped around her, you both walk to another room where you are showered down and dressed, although Cindy hadn't handed over any underwear, so you had to go without. She then walks you up to Cindy's door.
"You gunna be alright or do ya wanna stay with me a bit longer? " Alice asks.