I fucked up today - twice.
How was I supposed to know my girlfriend was a witch?! Those were supposed to be fictional! I guess I should have seen the warning signs. She could always get a reservation at famous restaurants known to be sold out instantly. She always knew where I was, even without me telling her. And the sex was out of this world.
But those were things that could be explained away as any number of other reasons. So I was completely blindsided when after a particularly nasty fight, with tears brimming in her eyes, she revealed her magical lineage.
I think I’d called Poppy a bitch. No; if it was just that I probably would’ve been fine. It’s all a blur to me now. In the heat of the moment… I think I went a lot further.
I said women were weak and useless. I’d said that they were supposed to be feminine and submissive. That all they were good for was serving men. Being docile, mindless sex toys and happily sucking cock.
And that was the last straw.
She began to weave a fearsome sorcery around my soul, even as she continued to berate me. Yell about how she hated me. My misogyny, my selfishness, my rude demeanour. That I deserved the punishment she was crafting for me.
And though I couldn’t see or feel any of the strings of magic wrapping around me tightly, save for a light tingling on my skin, the effects were clear as day.
Within the span of a minute, I’d been transformed completely into the image of a petite, blond girl. A tiny, feminine fuckdoll; just like I had called her. I peered down in horror at my new attire, a cute blue top with a short white skirt. Adorning my feet were hot pink heels that I would never have worn as a man – but fit me perfectly as a woman. My arms were smooth and hairless, nary a muscle in sight.
All of it came together to tell me what I now was. Weak. Helpless. Girly.
As I looked at her, cowering in fright, she had on a cruel smile, basking in my terror as she told me what this curse was. Yes, for now, all that had happened was that I’d become a girl. A reversible amendment to the fabric of reality. A semi-permanent alteration, so to speak.
But if for any reason whatsoever, a drop of semen should enter my body… in that instant, the curse would solidify. Lock irreversibly into place. Fully and utterly wipe any trace of Dan from existence itself; such that Alice would be the only one anyone other than me or her could remember.
And I would then be forever trapped as Alice; the dumb, weak, feminine slut I had so rudely labelled her.
There was only one way out - to share a kiss with a man that thought of me just as I’d thought of Poppy. A man that objectified women and believed them to be nothing but stupid sex pets. A particular man that both of us only knew in passing.
Mr Anderson, the football coach.
Shocked, I had whined at her demands. Protested the condition unfairly placed on me. Mr Anderson was known throughout the school as a pervert. While he hadn’t actually laid a finger on any of the girls yet, he was very open in letting his students know exactly what he would do if a girl had thrown themselves at him.
And she wanted me to present myself to that man. A prime cut of meat to the mouth of a ravenous tiger. But she simply grinned wickedly as I bawled and screamed - ignoring my pleas entirely.
That was when I made my second mistake.
I’d called her an unreasonable bitch.
Said that this was why she was only able to land a boyfriend like me, and not some dream hunk that could meet her impossible standards. I didn’t mean to. It just slipped out. Reason told me that I should have treaded lightly. Kept the woman who now held my very manhood in her hands pleased. Yet I had blurted out those insults unthinkingly, fuelled by the girly hormones coursing through my veins.
This time, her face hardened. The frown returned. And her hands began to wave around again in another ritualistic manner. The tingling on my skin returned; in greater force. “This wasn’t that difficult a curse to break,” she admitted. “A kiss is nothing. And even Mr Anderson wouldn’t want to be accused of rape. You could have walked up to him, told him your story, and ended all this with a peck on his lips. But now? Now I’ll help it along. Ensure that you’ll have much less of a chance escaping your eventual fate.”
“I’m adding a condition to this curse,” she said. “That the more time you spend as Alice, the more you become her. Not just in body. Your mind will shift to be more agreeable. Your thoughts will increasingly focus on sex. You will enjoy being degraded. Unquestioningly love femininity. Love being labelled a cockwhore. Being called a cum dumpster.”
“Hour by hour, your libido will climb. Your intelligence will drop. You will find it difficult to disobey, to do anything other than submitting to men. And don’t worry, Dan. You will still know who you used to be. Dan, the sexist pig. But that won’t matter to you anymore. Because as time passes, you won’t want to be Dan. He will fade quickly. Like a fleeting dream.”
“And all you will be able to think of is being Alice.”
My face paled. If what she said was true, then there wasn’t any time to lose! I pushed past her in panic, quickly bolting for the door in my pink heels, trying to ignore as my new tits jiggled unnaturally on my chest.
But she had one final punishment for me.
Before I could turn the knob, I suddenly found myself on a couch, on my back, slender legs trapped behind my head. My clothes had been removed from my person and another set of girly garments were now neatly folded by my side. And for the first time, the enormity of my situation dawned on me. The total and complete erasure of my self was presented to me in an obvious and vulgar display. Because stuck in this compromising position, all I could lay my eyes upon was the soft, feminine mound that lay between my legs.
Yet… I could feel a smile creep onto my face as my fingers spread my squishy little cunt wide. Despite my fears of being trapped as this tiny girl for the rest of my life, the feelings this body gave me were incomparable to the male body I had owned for eighteen years.
“Glad you’re liking this, Alice,” she gloated as she saw me smile. “Spell of immobility. Wouldn’t be much of a handicap if Dan could just sprint to Mr Anderson, now would it?”
Wait – was this what she was planning?! To trap me here till I was more Alice than Dan?! My smile quickly faded. A chill ran down my spine.
“If you were a witch like me, this spell would be trivially easy to break.” She continued. “But since you aren’t, you’ll need to build up enough feminine anima to overwhelm it.” She leaned in, wickedly grinning before revealing what I needed to do.
“You’ll have to cum ten times.”
My eyes widened. Ten?! But before I could voice my squeaky, high-pitched pleas, she vanished into thin air. Her giggling voice lingered on the air.
“Better get started, Alice! Unless you want poor little Dan to be erased from your mind forever!”
And I was alone. She had left me here all by myself. Stuck on my back, with my legs refusing to budge from behind my head. Weak, tiny body impossible to ignore. Till I came ten times.
I gulped. Well, it had to be done. Swallowing my pride, I slowly pushed a finger into my vagina, rubbing the folds as I’d seen my girlfriend do so many times before. Immediately, a moan escaped my lips. What was that?! The feeling of an object entering me was indescribable; as if I had taken a small step into the land of Heaven. Another finger quickly followed. Then another. And another.
Very soon, I was jamming my whole hand into my cunt, relentlessly stirring up my empty hole as it drooled and gaped. Periodically I brought my slick fingers to my mouth and sucked the sweet nectar off them. Mmm. Tasty. Then back to pleasuring my hungry pussy.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
I scarcely even noticed my legs had been released from their prison as I brought myself screaming to orgasm after orgasm. But eventually, exhausted, I paused to catch my breath.
And realised that I had fallen for Poppy’s devious trap.
“It’s been three hours?!” I squeal as I glimpsed the clock. Three hours! How much of Dan still remained?! This was no time to relax! I quickly force my quivering body to move, to shakily get to a seated position. I pulled on the pair of pure white panties next to me, slipped on the stockings, and hurriedly clicked the checkered skirt into place. And as I buttoned up the white schoolgirl uniform, I paused in horror.
All of that had come naturally to me. Like I’d been doing it for years. I rummage through memories, trepidation growing. Sure enough, all I could come up with were scenes of Alice humming as she adjusted her bras. Fussed over her attire. Coordinated her heels.
Nowhere in my memories was Dan and whatever he must have done to become presentable. Those scenes had been completely overwritten by the daily routines of a girly little girl called Alice. “Oh no!” I cried, lips trembling in fear. I had to get to Mr Anderson quickly!
I jumped to my feet, ready to go - only for a voice whisper urgently in my mind. It was the voice of my heart, screaming for me to hold on just one moment.
Don’t forget to do your makeup, Alice! Men like girls who pretty themselves up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint Mr Anderson, right?
Oh, right! It was lucky I had caught myself. I couldn’t just show up like this. I skipped off to my bedroom. Luckily, my girlfriend had left her makeup kit behind, which was conveniently left on the dresser. I took my time, adding foundation, touching my cheeks with blush, and curling my eyelashes.
There. Perfect.
I glanced at the clock. Ah! Another hour had elapsed! I bit my lip. It couldn’t be helped, though. Girls like me had to look good for men at all times. So it wasn’t really a waste of time. Right; how would I get to Mr Anderson? I pouted as I wracked my stupid brain. If only I had been born a little smarter! I’d be able to come up with some plan to find him in no time!
Don’t be silly, Alice! My inner voice giggled. Today is Saturday! And you know where Mr Anderson is on Saturdays!
Ah! That’s right, we’d been meeting up on Saturdays, hadn’t we? Mr Anderson had his coaching sessions during the week, and I had cheerleader practice. So the weekend was the best for both of us! My pussy moistened as I remembered what we’d been doing so far. Mmm… the things he’d taught me. A dreamy smile floated onto my face.
I got to my feet, and skipped happily to the door. I couldn’t wait for today’s session! Where Mr Anderson would coach me again on-
WAIT!
I stopped in my tracks, sweating profusely. What was that?! For a moment there, I truly believed I was Alice! I gulped. Was this what it meant to have my mind replaced by that of a dumb little slut? My heart pounded in my chest. And this would be happening the longer I took; an hourglass of memories that mercilessly drained away my very being.
I set off at a brisk pace to the location in my memories, Mr Anderson’s house. This was as quickly as I could go, save for calling for a taxi. Because running was absolutely out of the question. My makeup would streak. It was a stroke of fortune, at least, that he was only a few blocks away from where I lived.
My nipples hardened pleasurably as I walked briskly. In my rush, I’d forgotten to put on a bra, and the cold breeze was stimulating them – just like Mr Anderson did when he was teaching me. I giggled as I felt them brush against the fabric of my uniform.
Mmm… I should ask Mr Anderson if he’ll let me visit more often. Hee hee!
Ah! No! I shook my head, trying not to think about the incessant feminine ideas now filling my mind. I needed to get to Mr Anderson quickly and get that kiss! I anxiously rapped on the door, gripping the pleats of my skirt as I waited for it to open. And when it finally did…
“Ah,” a manly voice boomed – and I unconsciously smiled, as if my body had been conditioned to do so after weeks of ecstatic pleasure. “My favourite student. Come in, I’m ready for you.” As I stepped in, I tried to explain what I was here for.
“Mr Anderson, I-“
Don’t be so rude, Alice! My inner voice chided me. Is that how you greet someone superior to you? Shame on you!
Oh! I felt a twinge of anxiety shoot through me. Where were my manners?! I quickly bowed apologetically. “Sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to address you so rudely! Stupid little sluts like myself should always know their place!”
The grovelling I had blurted out earned me an amused, raised eyebrow. “That doesn’t seem sufficient as an apology, Alice.” He pointed to the bed. “You know what you have to do.”
And I did. I clambered on, giggling as I unbuttoned my top, letting it drop to the ground. I shimmied my panties down, and spread myself out just the way I knew my master liked me. Twirling a blonde curl, I shoot him a seductive stare.
He grinned. “Good enough. And?”
Oh! That’s right! I pulled my legs behind my back, just as my girlfriend had arranged me hours ago; just as my master had taught me. The pose that rendered me helpless and unable to move – as women should be. Pussy ready and available. Tits on full display.
Mr Anderson strode forward, confident and manly, inspecting me like the little fuckdoll I was. My heart thumped nervously as he placed his hands on my thighs, caressing them. Did he spot something off? Did I screw up somehow? Could he smell the needy sex on me from my earlier masturbation session and was he angry because of it?
“Mmm. I see you’ve been shaving like I told you to. Good, good.”
And at his praise, my heart soared with delight. I smiled happily. “Thank you, sir.”
Oh! I had to tell him what I was here for! I swallowed as I built up the courage to ask him for my request. Fuck pets like me didn’t deserve anything they asked for, so it couldn’t be helped if he denied me. But Dan didn’t want to disappear; so I had to try.
“Sir… could I… have a kiss from you?”
To my relief, Mr Anderson laughed. I timidly smiled in return. Whew, he wasn’t angry! “What’s with you today, Alice? Did you read a romance novel? Sure, I’ll give you a kiss on the lips just like in your stories.”
Oh my god! He agreed! I’m going to be me again! Relieved, I happily replied, “Thank you sir! I’ll make it up to you somehow!”
It was a frightening ordeal, but soon I’d be able to forget all this ever happened!
Wait; why was he pulling my legs from behind my head? Why was he gently pushing me to the ground, and unzipping his trousers?
“You can make it up to me now, Alice. You know we always start off with a blowjob. Kiss my cock first; then we’ll talk about a kiss on the lips.”
Oh no! That’s right! Alice always sucked off Mr Anderson before he began the teaching session! I forgot! Casually, like I always did, I gripped his shaft, opened my mouth wide, and-
I paused, eyes still gazing longingly at Mr Anderson but fully motionless, the penis in front of me still inches from my tongue. Too late I realised the problem. If Mr Anderson came, spurting out globs of hot cum onto my face... then-!
I began to speak up. “Sir, I-“
Don’t talk back to your master! Do as he says! You know very well that women like yourself don’t have rights! You’re nothing but his little sexdoll - Alice the dumb slut!
No!
This time, I managed to muster up the strength to push back against the girly voice in my head. I had to, because if I went ahead with this… I’d no longer be Dan. I’d be Alice forever.
But you already are, Alice. Look at yourself.
...what?
I mutely stare down at my body. My lithe, perfect proportions. My weak, slender arms. Not an inch of this body could be described as manly. I gasped as I slowly realised the voice in my mind was right. How could I cling to manhood when nothing about me was manly?
Just accept it, and become the submissive little cockslut you were always meant to be!
“Something wrong, Alice?”
I shook my head with a small smile, already accepting my destiny.
“No, sir. I’ll get started right away.”
… … …
“I wonder what happened with Dan.”
Two weeks later, Poppy wondered out loud to herself as she lounged on her bed. By now, he’d probably trapped himself as the degrading caricature of womanhood he had described of her. But there was always a chance that he’d broken free. Escaped her curse. Which would be terribly disappointing. Dan didn’t deserve to be a man. He deserved to be the stupid little whore he had labelled her.
“I suppose I should check.” She said airily, waving a hand over her smartphone to attune it to his aura. Tapping on the screen to bring up what he was doing now, she was pleasantly surprised to see that no, Dan hadn’t broken free. And Alice was currently choking on the cock of his now long-time lover, Mr Anderson.
In this reality, Mr Anderson was actually a lot more likeable, given that he had an outlet for release. The jocks under him even said that he was a kind and caring coach. “Alls well that ends well.” Poppy grinned, swiping across the screen to cancel the scrying spell, and returning to browsing social media.
Of course, I didn’t know that she’d been spying on me. A stupid little girl like me didn’t have magic, after all. But I didn’t really care about Poppy anymore. I had my master, Mr Anderson! Even though I was a worthless, useless piece of trash, he had taken me in and he treated me very well. Taught me how best to make use of what little value I had.
Dan still exists in my head; just as Poppy had promised. At first he was a little, nagging voice, crying out to be heard. Begging for me to go find Poppy and work out a way to go back. After five or so days, though, he grew quiet. Maybe he chose to be absorbed into my mind. In any case, I think he must have realised that there was no way I’d do what he asked.
Because why would I ever do that?
Being Alice – the empty-headed, petite slut – is the best life someone like me could choose. There’s no way I could ever pick any other life!
