Pixie Knot, The Ribboned Wonder

It would only be five minutes. You certainly had the time, but did you have the willpower to keep it a five minute trip? It was always hard to tell when it came to the damn ribbon. At times you wish it would just let you know when you were close to a break. Maybe a warning meter, a color change, a freaking change in how the damn knot is tied, anything so you could just understand how far away you truly were from letting your other half run wild.

You stood up from your queen and walked across the apartment floor, narrowly missing Jasper's cat bed as your hands catch the doorframe leading to the bathroom. Your right hand skims the wall adjacent to the frame until it flips the switch and blinds your for a split second. It also seemed to rouse Jasper from her sleep as evident by the sound of her bell collar ringing back the way you came. No doubt the little blue tabby was curling up in the warm spot you left behind in your bed, but she'll probably have a hard time sleeping with the police radio going off on the nightstand. English managed to trickle out amongst the deafening static and code talk that desperately attempted to drown it out. Plain as day you could hear the operator repeating over and over the following message: "Contact! Robbery in process! Acropolis City Museum of Folklore! Several suspects! All short! All green! All identical! All dangerous! Send back up!" It would only take five minutes. That is... If you can keep it together.

Once you meandered into the bathroom proper, you got a good look at yourself in the medicine cabinet mirror. What stared back at you was a petite 5"3' brunette of a boy with a cute thin face framed by shoulder high curly hair as brown as cream mixed coffee. Along with this came deep emerald eyes and a slender upper body atop a rather chunky lower half which made up the majority of your overall bodyweight. All of this was quite literally topped with a pretty pink bow tied around your neck, featuring two loose ribbons and a fun little magical curse. You've already said it plenty of times before, but looking into the mirror only makes you think 'fuck this stupid little pink bow'. As for why you hate it so much? Well, because it's what made you who you are now.

You weren't always like this. You can still vaguely remember what you originally looked like before you found this damn strip of frilly fabric. You were 6'3", muscler, strong, a 22 year old football athlete who lifted weights and ran miles in his spare time. Back then, you went by Jack. You were getting all geared up for college life in Acropolis City with a full football scholarship and everything. Your parents were so proud of you... And then... The ribbon happened. It all started that night at the club, the Nightflower. Despite how great your life was going, it all just didn't feel right. None of the achievements or courses were making you any happier, quite the opposite actually. The pressure of it all was just weighing heavy on you. So your new roommates thought a night at a stripe club would calm your nerves. And then you met her. She was dressed like a... Actually, you can't even remember what she looked like anymore. All you can remember is that pointed hat and that low feminine voice. You'll never forget it. She got you alone with a dance and noticed how you were acting. She offered you a means of escaping the pressure and getting away from all your troubles. Something that could make you truly happy with yourself. All she asked in return was something of yours.

At first, you thought she was just offering you some **** or maybe coming onto you, but once you accepted her offer you quickly found out that wasn't the case. She threw something at your neck and you instantly blacked out as she carried you away from your seat. When you next awoke, you were laying naked in your bed. Your body shrank, you dropped an entire foot in height, your voice was high pitched, even your member was altered. It was still there, thankfully, but left as a little two inch digit and far more sensitive than it was before. It was only when you showed your new body to others that you realized what happened to you. You became a femboy.

The rest of your life kinda fell apart from there. Your family completely disowned you once they found out it was actually you and your football scholarship fell through since you lost all of the physical prowess you relied on. The only reason you were still able to go to school was because of your well paying receptionist job and the fact you managed to fall back on a track scholarship. Adjusting is a kind way of putting your current mood. You've just been dealing with the aftermath of this change. Even changed your name to Jacky so people would stop asking about it. You tried to find that woman for a while though a hat and voice isn't really much to go off of. Even the club has no idea who she was as apparently she wasn't even one of their dancers. And so, you are completely stuck like this.

That said, the bow itself is something special. It was there when you woke up and is completely impossible to remove. Can't be cut, burned, torn, untied, or harmed in any way. You've tried. However, in addition to being a permanent part of your body, the ribbon does grant you amazing super powers. It allows you to produce more ribbons, lengthen them, enlarge them, and control them like tentacles. You can even tap the bow to undergo a full magical girl style transformation, heightening your already feminine features while lacing your body in ribbons and bows all over with nothing but a makeshift skirt to hide everything below your waist because whoever created this thing decided that it would be best if clothing disintegrated off of your body during! At least you gain increased speed, agility, and the ability to shoot pink laser ribbons while in your knockoff sailor moon form.

The only drawback of using the ribbons is the fact that doing so causes you to develop a building urge. You had similar feelings here and there before the bow flipped your entire life on its head, but this is more ****. Each time you use your powers, they cause a rather specific desire to build inside of you until it becomes uncontrollable, at which point you really start to feel like the femboy you've become. Worse still is the fact this feeling doesn't go away until you are 'satisfied', and then the cycle just begins again. Not wanting to let such powers go to waste, you've been doing some hero work in your spare time, but it has been increasingly difficult to manage the mounting desires that comes with it, and thus your current situation.

It's still early in the evening, only 9:43pm, and you could most definitely be down at that museum to take care of a few small goons. Problem is, you've already used your powers so much this week and you are afraid that if you go out again so soon, you'll have another lapse in judgement like last time you decided to push things. Should you use your powers now and risk an incident or should you hold off until something more important happens? It would only be five minutes...