"Call me Sarah"

"Call me... Sarah." You're not sure where that name came from, but it feels right somehow. As if in any alternate reality where you got used to being a girl, that would be your name. Weird, huh?

"All right then, Sarah" Allison responds, tapping a finger on your nose to emphasize your new name. "I'm lucky to have a girlfriend as hot as you." She leans toward you, and for a moment your lips part, instinctively ready to continue your make-out session from a moment before. But to your great disappointment, at the last second she leaps back off of the couch and onto her feet. "I wouldn't want you to think I was easy, though. Come on, the first thing we're going to do, as girlfriends, is go shopping. To the mall!" she announces brightly, before looking down at you, still lying on the couch. "You might want to change your panties first, though".

Glancing downward, you can see that at some point, the fly of your jeans has been opened, exposing the now thoroughly soaked through boyshorts you borrowed from Gwen. Oh, and also your hand is currently buried under said boyshorts, two fingers deep in your sopping wet pussy. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you blush, looking up at Allison defensively "Its part of the curse! I'm not that much of a slut!"

At this, Allison simply raises one eyebrow silently, as if to say "oh really?", though you can tell she's having a hard time not staring at your partially exposed, glistening nether lips. You throw one of the couch cushions at her before you both break down laughing. Maybe it's a sign that she really is a lesbian, or maybe it's because of the emotional roller-coaster you just disembarked, but Allison has never seemed this relaxed around you before. It's like you're meeting the real her for the first time. Maybe this curse turned out to be a blessing after all.