Message-ID: <21743asstr$944939400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000901bf4391$d85792c0$1c2956d1@oemcomputer> From: "Josiah Tryon" Cc: Subject: {ASSM} Curses! Part 1 Updated X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -7 (failed autocheck) Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 14:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, kelly Here's a new story I've been doing for a friend. It's going to be a multi-parter, but I will warn you all ahead of time that it may take awhile for subsequent parts to be posted. But I PROMISE that it will be finished! It may just take some time, s'all... Comments are welcomed, and flames will be ignored. If you are not allowed to read mature/adult material, then don't read this. Curses! by RanmaKun aka Char updated by Josh "Ladies and gentlemen, the store will be closing in five minutes. Please bring your selections to the register for purchase now. Thank you." blared the crackling store intercom. James winced at the sound of His voice through the microphone and quickly turned it off. Turning around to look at the line forming in front of his register, he groaned inwardly. All the women were middle-aged, overweight, and glaring at James like it was his fault they had to buy lingerie from a male salesman. He couldn't help it. At 17, there weren't a lot of jobs available and so he had taken this job. "Not one good-looking dame among them," thought James as he fell into the monotony of ringing up sales. "What's the good in working in a lingerie store if you never see any good looking---" he stopped in mid-thought as his last customer stepped forward. She was no more than 18 or 19 years old, and every inch of her body was bursting with healthy vitality. Her long red hair fell down past her waist in a cascade of scarlet locks. Her fair skin was flushed a bright pinks from the long, hot wait in line. She held up a black satin teddy and a white lace merrywidow in her hands. "Do you have dressing rooms where I can try these on? I need to know if they'll fit before I buy them." she cooed in a manner that made James' heart pound. He stammered a reply. " Uh, sure...they're right there towards the back of the store. Let me show you...uh...right this way." He led her to the back wall where the rickety slat-door changing rooms were. Waiting outside the door nervously while she changed, he noticed a missing slat in the door. Positioned in just the strategic spot, it would allow him to peek on the girl if he was standing right in front of the door looking down. Flustered at this opportunity, he decided to chance it and inched forward so that he stood in just the right spot. Glad of the opportunity that his height gave him, James smiled and looked down the slats at the luscious body behind the door. "Oh right! What a view!" he thought as the girl bent over and took off her panties. When she turned around, he could see that she had shaved her sex, and that right between her navel and her mons was a very realistic tattoo of a black cat. He was so entranced in the wondrous vision before him that he didn't notice that he had started to lean forward towards the door. With a crash, he fell over and through the rickety door. Squealing, the girl stood and gaped at the clumsy gawk on the floor in front of her. Her squealing stopped when she realized that James was staring wide-eyed at her naked body. She glared at him. "You were peeking at me!" she exclaimed. James continued to stare at the strategically placed tattoo. "That is an incredibly gorgeous pussy," he finally said in a very blank tone. Her eyes narrowed and it was then that James noticed how incredibly green they were. "No eyes should be that green," he thought. Suddenly ashamed he averted his eyes down and found himself staring at her "pussy". "So you like my 'pussy', eh? Well, how would you like one of your own? I can get you one..." she spat. "No thanks, miss...uh...Tattoos really aren't my style...uh...shall I ring you up?" stammered James as he backed towards the register. "Get back here!" she yelled as she lunged at him. At 6'2" and 216 pounds, James never expected that she would be able to move him, but she did. Picking him up by the neck with one hand, she slung him over her shoulder and carried him back to the changing rooms. Shocked and surprised more than hurt, James just fell limp. "Since you liked my 'pussy' so much, I'll give you one of your very own! Just think of all the fun you'll have! Haa haa haa haa!" she chattered. Grabbing James by the hair, she pulled and yanked. Strange as it as it seemed it hurt although it didn't tear out. It just continued getting longer as she pulled. As she pulled and yanked, James felt a strange slipping sensation, like his legs and torso were shrinking as his hair got longer. The sensation increased and James felt a tugging in his groin as she continued to pull his hair. There was a slight resistance, and then James felt a popping sensation. His hard cock was being pulled inside his body with each jerk of his hair. All the while, the girl continued to pull on his hair while laughing maniacally. Looking down between his legs, James saw only a scruffy little patch of dark brown hair as his penis disappeared from sight and was gone! His testicles were yanked up forming large pussy lips! Somehow, that little...witch had given him a pussy! There, she laughed now you have one of your own. Dazed and confused, James slumped down on the seat in the changing room as she gathered up her things to leave. A wicked smile came on her face as she said to him, "now you will know just what it feels like to be stared at"! The phone was ringing, as she left for the checkout counter. James got up, only he was not James anymore. His entire body felt different. He needed to get dressed into something. The woman ripped his clothes off leaving him totally naked. Instead of the shirt, tie, and slacks he had been wearing, he was attired in nothing at all. Well there is not much choice in the mater he thought to himself. Looking around where he was sitting saw the things that she tried on lying on the floor. Leaning over he picked up a pair of black panties. Holding them by the waistband in front of him sighed and resigned himself to the fact that the comfortable briefs he normally wore would not do. Turning them around lowered them to his small feet and stepped into them. Quickly sliding the panties over his small shapely legs, hoping no one might notice his predicament. They seemed to fit perfectly as he tugged them over his smooth round bottom. There was a sudden flush of excitement flooding over him. Just knowing moments before the woman who did this to him had them on her body. Heart pounding fear crept in as two very large breast moved in opposite directions in response to the way he moved. Turning towards the mirror, he braced himself for his reflection. He was definitely shorter now. Where before he stood 6'2", he was now barely 5'1". He tried to guess how much weight he had lost. He guessed that he weighed no more than half his previous weight. His short brown hair was replaced with long wavy locks of light chestnut curls that fell past his buttocks. All the facial hair he had tried so hard to grow into a goatee was gone---replaced by a smooth pointed chin. His skin smooth had no blemishes whatsoever. His eyes were soft and doe-like...big pools of deep brown...with full curled lashes. Rich, full lips gaped in amazement on his face where his rugged mouth used to be. His whole body had changed shape radically. His breasts were not overly large, but were perfectly suited for the petite frame he now possessed. He fondled them and examined their shape. They sat firmly on his chest, the nipples were brown and very wide in diameter, and were raised in a sort of conical shape off of the actual breasts themselves. He guessed them to about a 32B. His shoulders had lost some of their bulk, and he guessed they had shrunk to match his waist and hips. James explored the rest of his changed body. His waistline had shrunk to about 24 inches, and his hips had swelled to become 35 inches around. "Those are definitely child bearing hips." he thought. Exploring further, he ran his hands through the small patch of wispy brown pubic hair that covered his mons and labia. As he did so, he felt a slight dampness at the inner lips that covered his vagina. Sticking his fingers inside, he played them along the edges of the lips and shivered when he found what must be his clitoris hidden in the top folds of his labia. Stroking himself repeatedly, James found himself getting more and more aroused. Within moments, he had brought himself to orgasm. The feelings were intense and lasted for what seemed to be minutes at a time. James moaned and bucked his hips as the sensations grew in intensity and then finally subsided. As he relaxed and caught his breath, he realized that the phone was still ringing. Staggering to the phone, he picked up the receiver. "Hello?" he said and realized with horror that his voice was a high pitched soprano and whomever was calling for James would wonder who this girl was. "Hi, Jamie. It's Mom. What have you been doing? You were supposed to be off work hours ago! You already missed dinner and all your boyfriends have been calling for you since noon. When will you be back?" responded the familiar voice of his mother. James mind raced. This had to have changed things in history so that he was born a girl. That was the only explanation for why his Mom was talking to him like he WAS a girl. "Uhm, sorry Mom, I got delayed with some work here and got so tired I must have dozed off. I'll be home soon." he hastily replied. He hung up quickly before she asked him anything else. "Damn! I'm stuck as a woman!" he swore. Must finish getting dressed he mumbled to himself. Leaning over picked up a bra the woman discarded held it up much like the panties a few moments before. "Well I wonder if it fits right," he thought as he placed one arm in the shoulder strap then the other. It was obvious that the cups were too big as he leaned over filling his breasts with them. "Oh well it will have to do for now" as he reached around fasting the hooks in back. Standing up to face the mirror once more, his hands cupped the front to see just how much was lacking filling them. Suddenly that same flush of excitement flooded him again as if a curse was taking hold. To his amazement his breasts started to swell until the cups were filled out perfectly. His heart began to race once more in fear of being discovered like this. "Got to get out of here fast" he thought to himself. Picking up the skirt slid it over his bottom fasting the button on the side and zipping it up. Next, in a hurry he put on a blouse buttoning it as he went for the door. The drive home was uneventful, but James kept expecting someone to point at him and shout out he was a man in drag. His driver's license changed along with him and gave his name as Jamie Layton. It was hard, but he eventually realized that for the time being, he would have to get used to being a woman. Thinking of himself as a woman wasn't hard when he looked in the rearview mirror though, and saw himself reflected as a girl that he would have jumped eagerly as a guy. There was no getting around that figure and face---he was a woman. When she got home, she rushed past the rest of the family and went up to her room. It was different, but like her body, kept a basic resemblance to her old male self. Photos were still up; albeit with Jamie rather than James; posters stayed the same, as did any items of personal interest. The bedsheets, curtains, and wallpaper were definitely feminine. It was all in shades of pink and fuschia. Opening her closet, she saw that they were filled to bursting with girl's clothes. Some of it was fairly unisex, some items were obviously frilly and feminine---for work and such, she assumed. The section right in front though disturbed Jamie more than anything else. Most of it was skimpy, provocative MTV style street wear that signaled SEX! SEX! SEX! Jamie didn't know if she liked this version of herself. "I hope I'm not some kind of slut," she thought. The phone rang and awoke her from her thoughts. From downstairs her Mother's voice called out "Honey, it's for you! It's your darling Hugh!" Trembling with curiosity, she picked up the receiver...I wonder if I made love to him? ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to linelengths exceeding the 75 character limit. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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