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Airbags or Cushion

„Would you rather have airbags or a cushion?“

“Oh again already?”, Taylor said surprised. “It’s giving you no break at all!”

“No shit”, Matt answered, “I suppose that is what curses do don’t you think?!”

Taylor looked down. Matt could see that he was thinking about the options. He did the same. Again and again he has no idea where it would lead. He is becoming more female with each one, he figured that much. But he couldn’t come up with a clever thought to decipher the options.

Taylor looked back up.

“Well, airbags would help when you struggle with your heels again and decide to lay flat in the ground.”, he said in a jokingly tone.

“Ha ha…”, Matt answered but could not suppress the hint of a smile. Taylor was always able to make him laugh or feel better.

“Well it’s going to be bad either way, so why not test your theory. I take airbags.”

As usual the card vanished and nothing happens at first. At this time, Matt had already been affected by numerous cards so the suspense was not as high anymore. He stood up and grabbed his stuff to make his way back to the dorms. His sight was strange. A still manly body, albeit smaller as usual, with feminin hands and a glamorous mane wearing high heels while standing in a way accentuating his chest and butt. Lucky for him, there were barely students in the library and all of them were buried in their book.

“Are you cold?”, Taylor suddenly asked?

“No, why?”, Matt answered but Taylor already pointed towards his chest.

Matt nipples were clearly visible through his jacket. There even seemed to be a small bump behind them. A bump that should not be there. Matt hands flew towards his chest only to be met with a strange feeling. His nipples were suddenly very sensitiv. But Matt was focusing on what was happening behind them. He could feel the flesh under his hands moving, reforming, growing. Slow but steady his hands were moved outwards, no matter how hard he pushed back. It did not take long and the movement stopped.

Matt now had two very feminin breasts. He estimated them around a big B maybe already a C cup. And they were clearly showing under his jacket.

“You’ve got…”, Taylor stammered.

“We have to get out of here”, he hissed at Taylor.

Matt grabbed his arm and attempted to jog back to his dorm room. In shock he forgot about the heels on his feet and stumbled, nearly falling over. The irony of the situation was undeniable. He nearly needed his airbags right after he got them.

What followed was a gauntlet run. Matt wanted to avoid as many eyes as possible, which was harder said than done with his magnificent hair screaming for attention. But if somebody actually recognized him, which was still possible as his face was more or less unchanged, he would never recover from the embarrassment and the rumors that would likely spread like wildfire.

Matt and Taylor needed twice as long as usual for their way back but for once they got lucky. They earned a couple confused glances on campus but nobody really recognized them. Matt had his real breath of air when he unlocked the door to his room. It got stuck in his throat when he saw the card on the ground behind the door.

“Would you rather…”