evie-hyde: DON’T STAIR My Mom has to be the worst witch who ever lived. Growing up as her son,
evie-hyde: DON’T STAIR My Mom has to be the worst witch who ever lived. Growing up as her son, I have had to endure all sorts of crazy magic spells and curses she threw down on me sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose. Her latest curse was on purpose, but it has kinda worked out in my favour and left me with a bit of a quandry, let me explain. Mom has some strangely old fashioned views for a crazy witch. When she noticed I was starting to show an interest in girls, she freaked! To stop me getting up to any funny business and bringing a girl to my room, she cursed me. Now whenever I go upstairs I change gender! Each step up transforms me. As I ascend, my hair lengthens, my voice unbreaks, my nails lengthen and even my clothes change. Usually by the time I am half-way up my physical changes are all but complete. It feels weird to have a g-string up my butt and perky tits on my chest. The taste of lipstick on my mouth, the smell of my shaven feminine body are all weird sensations to me, but also intriguing. But the curse isn’t finished. As I go further, it gets worse. My mind changes too. By the time I am at the top, I am a giggling tease, convinced that I am a real girl and with all the desires and urges that a hot little brat might have. My alter ego is a complete slut and it was only a matter of time before she made a few phone calls to my friends. Now I spend nearly all my time sneaking hot boys into the house to fuck upstairs. Ironically I get more sex than ever before and I think I am addicted to being a bad, girly slut. So far I have been careful, but I am sure I read in my Moms spell book that if I get pregnant I will become a girl forever. It would be easy to have one of these studs fuck a baby into me… then I could go downstairs and be a girl always. Ahhhh decisions decisions… -- source link