Cursed into Womanhood

By Gregor Daniels

Mike Matthews, all-star quarterback and all around lunkhead is about to discover how it feels to be the opposite sex. Cursed by a neighborhood witch and destined to live a night as a girl, the young man isn't exactly ecstatic about his magical punishment. Upon finding out about it, his girlfriend, Wendy, has additional plans of her own on how to make his experience even more comprehensive.

Length: 16,100 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes of sex, including gender transformations, perverted fantasies, shemales, and juicy details of the female experience. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

Excerpt:

Wendy let out a slow sigh of relief. "Do you think he'll be changed?"

"Why? Do you think turning him into a girl isn't enough? Most men like him would be absolutely terrified of being turned into a frail weakling, much less the opposite sex. No offense."

"None taken."

She continued. "Men are commanding brutes who only think with one organ. Sometimes they need a little lesson, and that's all I've done to your boyfriend. Rest assured, he'll be back to normal before too long, and maybe a little more compassionate towards other people."

Wendy wasn't so sure. In fact, the discovery of an honest-to-God witch had aroused a completely new fascination, something which she hoped the old woman wouldn't mind of her to ask about.
"Do you think you could do something else? I mean, I'm afraid this won't be enough for my boyfriend. He'll probably go back to being the same old guy after this if over."

"I already told you. I don't have that type of power. Temporary alterations of flesh, but nothing more. Anything else would require a more powerful source of energy."

"I'm not asking you to make this permanent, but I want to enhance the experience for him tonight. I want him to never forget whatever happens."

"I don't think the memory of this experience will ever leave him anytime soon."

Wendy's lips curled into a deviant smile, one which she could barely contain. "Oh, I just want to make sure. Men are pigs, no doubt, but this one is the prize boar which all the rest reside under."

"What do you have in mind?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: May 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301968985

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Cursed into Womanhood

Published by Gregor Daniels at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Gregor Daniels

For ADULTS Only. All Characters Over 18.

"Go long!"

Mike Matthews stepped back, dancing on his feet as one invisible lineman missed a tackle. He dodged to the left while staying inside the pocket, shifting back and forth to avoid hands grabbing at his jersey. The receiver was running to the outside and about as far as his throwing arm could manage. Without any other man open, he'd have to release the ball now and take a chance, or suffer a sure loss in yardage.

The football spiraled through the air, flying higher than the houses on the other side of the street. The brown leather glimmered in the sunlight, making the soaring object look more like a shooting star or a comet traveling through the air. It stayed aloft for only a few seconds until it landed in the open arms of a diving man fifty yards away.

Touchdown! Bo Thompson stood up from the grass and wiped the dirty blades from his shirt, while the other hand held up the football high in the air.

It was a late Friday afternoon, and the two young men were the only students left on the school's practice field. It was unannounced tradition that they both stayed well after the final bell to throw around the football while the season was still in full swing. Mike Matthews' reputation as quarterback was known through the surrounding counties, and his abilities were being noticed by all of the top state colleges. Things were looking up for the man who was currently leading his team into a divisional championship. They were undefeated, and looked poised to hoist the trophy at the end of the season.

You need to stop throwing so damn far, man, Bo panted as he came running back to the fake line of scrimmage. Any further and I couldn't have caught it.

Maybe you need to run faster. Use those leg muscles of yours. You were one of the fastest men on the track team.

Bo rolled his eyes. Whatever man. Everyone knows how far you can throw the ball. It doesn't mean you have to do it every time.

That's why you aren't the quarterback, man.

Bo sighed. There was no use in convincing the all-star athlete otherwise. Although Mike's stats on the field were incredible for the school, the only thing that surpassed his skill and talent on the field was his substantial arrogance. The rest of the team had just learned to live with it. After all, without Matthews' killer arm, the team wouldn't be heading for a possible title run.

Go again, dude. One more time.

Matthews kneeled and placed the ball on the grass. Bo stood beside him, patiently waiting for the call to hike the ball and for the play to begin. As the word came out, he took off sprinting down the empty field, gaining ten yards in the blink of an eye. A couple seconds after the snap and he was twenty yards away, running as fast as his legs could carry him. Thirty. Forty. He hooked right and ran to the side of the practice field, looking directly behind him for the spinning ball to come flying straight at his arms.

Instead, the football was nowhere on target. It was several yards off, and heading towards the other side of the street. Across the pavement was an old lady sweeping the driveway, and Bo just had enough time to yell out before the ball hit her in the back of the leg.

"Shit! Are you okay?" He asked, running across the roadway towards the woman who fell to her hands and knees in her front lawn. The ball bounced away and hit the tree in the front yard before it wobbled to rest.

I think so, her voice quivered while she was helped up by the man who extended a hand.

I'm deeply sorry. My friend didn't mean to throw it over here. The wind must have blown it over here or something. Even Bo knew that excuse was bullshit, especially since there was barely anything above a breeze at the moment. Mike wasn't someone to miss his target by a mile.

When the woman made it back to her legs, Bo had the first opportunity to look this woman in the face. She wasn't very easy on the eyes. In fact, she was quite appalling to look at, although the young man never mentioned anything regarding her appearance. He kept his composure while his eyes examined her face closely. The woman's face was marked by deep wrinkles and a noticeably pale discoloring, as if she never left the house for days at a