Running out of time
Running out of time
I’d visited every fortune teller, soothsayer, faith healer and psychic in town but they all told me the same thing. There was no way to break the spell on me.
I was growing increasingly desperate as the week wore on and the magic took its toll on my body.
By Tuesday I had shrunk seven inches.
By Wednesday my hair was down past my shoulders and my face was as smooth and as pretty as a girl’s. Still I searched for help only to be told again and again there was none to be had. The witches magic was too powerful, I had sealed my own fate when I crossed her, best to accept my new life and make the best of it.
Time ticked away and with every passing hour I grew more frantic.
By Thursday night I had visited every reputable practitioner in town and was resorting to charlatans and fakes. They drained away the last of my savings in exchange for worthless potions and bogus advice. One suggested semen might slow my transformation and I spent the whole of Saturday working up the nerve to suck my first cock.
By that evening my figure was girlish enough that I had no trouble finding a volunteer to give me what I wanted. I took him on my knees I an alley behind the bar sick with humiliation, telling myself this was the only way. But even as I swallowed his thick bitter load I could feel my budding breasts swell to become full heavy tits.
When Sunday morning came I was in possession of a pair of child bearing hips and and a firm round ass. I cursed myself for being a gullible fool and brushed my teeth yet again trying to erase the lingering taste of cum.
Running out of time I wandered the town in a daze until I found myself standing in front of a dingy storefront with a flickering neon sign in the window. The name on the door says Madam Zhao and a handwritten note promised she could work miracles, for a price.
Midnight was approaching and I could feel the last vestige of my manhood shrinking in my panties. When it was gone I knew there would be no going back for me but still I hesitated. I could sense… something here, an indefinable background hum in the air that made my skin itch. There was power here, I was suddenly certain of it, maybe even enough to restore me to my old self. So what was I waiting for, it had to be worth a try didn’t it?
One thing held me back, the mention of price. I had no money left and if I had learned anything over the past week it was that true power doesn’t come cheap. Was I really will to pay the price Madam Zhao might charge?
What decided me was the feeling of my testicles retreating into my body to become ovaries. I took a deep breath and push open the door determined to pay any price she might ask. If I had know exactly what it would cost me I might have run the other way but that is a story for another day…
I’d visited every fortune teller, soothsayer, faith healer and psychic in town but they all told me the same thing. There was no way to break the spell on me.
I was growing increasingly desperate as the week wore on and the magic took its toll on my body.
By Tuesday I had shrunk seven inches.
By Wednesday my hair was down past my shoulders and my face was as smooth and as pretty as a girl’s. Still I searched for help only to be told again and again there was none to be had. The witches magic was too powerful, I had sealed my own fate when I crossed her, best to accept my new life and make the best of it.
Time ticked away and with every passing hour I grew more frantic.
By Thursday night I had visited every reputable practitioner in town and was resorting to charlatans and fakes. They drained away the last of my savings in exchange for worthless potions and bogus advice. One suggested semen might slow my transformation and I spent the whole of Saturday working up the nerve to suck my first cock.
By that evening my figure was girlish enough that I had no trouble finding a volunteer to give me what I wanted. I took him on my knees I an alley behind the bar sick with humiliation, telling myself this was the only way. But even as I swallowed his thick bitter load I could feel my budding breasts swell to become full heavy tits.
When Sunday morning came I was in possession of a pair of child bearing hips and and a firm round ass. I cursed myself for being a gullible fool and brushed my teeth yet again trying to erase the lingering taste of cum.
Running out of time I wandered the town in a daze until I found myself standing in front of a dingy storefront with a flickering neon sign in the window. The name on the door says Madam Zhao and a handwritten note promised she could work miracles, for a price.
Midnight was approaching and I could feel the last vestige of my manhood shrinking in my panties. When it was gone I knew there would be no going back for me but still I hesitated. I could sense… something here, an indefinable background hum in the air that made my skin itch. There was power here, I was suddenly certain of it, maybe even enough to restore me to my old self. So what was I waiting for, it had to be worth a try didn’t it?
One thing held me back, the mention of price. I had no money left and if I had learned anything over the past week it was that true power doesn’t come cheap. Was I really will to pay the price Madam Zhao might charge?
What decided me was the feeling of my testicles retreating into my body to become ovaries. I took a deep breath and push open the door determined to pay any price she might ask. If I had know exactly what it would cost me I might have run the other way but that is a story for another day…
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