Don't look now

 

Todd adjusted the bra muttering to himself again about the indignity of being forced to dress as a girl. Distracted, his eyes fell naturally to the deep valley of cleavage the lingerie created between his already impressive breasts. Too late he realised what he was doing and tore his eyes away but not before he felt the bra tightening, his tits growing even larger.

He was trying, he really was but it was seeming more and more unlikely he'd ever break the curse his jealous girlfriend had inflicted on him. 

She'd caught him looking at another woman one too many times and angrily snapped that if he couldn't learn some respect for women he should find out how it feels to be on the recieving end of that kind of attention.  

He hadn't thought much of it at the time, after all why shouldn't he admire a beautiful woman? It was only natural. But before long he was regretting his casual dismissal of her anger. 

Little by little the curse had transformed him making the tall athletic man a little smaller, a little more feminine every time his eyes wandered. As soon as he realised what was happening he tried to mend his ways hoping to break the curse by proving his loyalty and respect but a lifetime's lecherous habit was not so easy to overcome.

By the end of the week there was little trace of the man he'd been. A petite blonde now looked back at him from the mirror in place of his former manly self. 

Even worse the curse now seemed to consider Todd's own body to be a woman's body. He could shut himself in and avoid the temptations of TV and the internet but that wouldn't help when merely glancing downward could trigger further changes.

He still clung to the hope that he might someday regain his manhood deep down he knew he'd probably be stuck as an increasingly busty blonde babe for a long while yet.