Yes. You now believe you're cursed.

It was impossible. Ridiculous.

And yet…

You’re a woman.

No – you’re a man, trapped in a woman’s body.

Scientifically this shouldn’t be possible.

You pinch yourself so hard you bring tears to your eyes. (Or maybe that’s just the excuse you give yourself as the emotions roil within you.)

This doesn’t make sense!

“I know this is a lot to take in…”

You can’t be a woman!

You can’t be cursed!

But… you shiver and hug yourself. Just beneath your breasts.

Your… breasts…

“But you can’t deny… your body…”

You feel your mind reel as your mental paradigm shifts.

You can’t be a woman… but you’ve become a woman.

So magic… is real.

“I know you must be… freaking out right now…”

Your curse… is real.

“I’m cursed… cursed… cursed!” you wail.

Cursed to be a woman.

To be seen as a woman.

To be wanted… as a…

No… No… NO!

“Hey. Hey.”

You look up at the gentle baritone to find Nicholas wiping away a tear that had made its way down to your trembling lips.

“It’s going to be okay,” he says.

You look up at him, realizing how much… larger he is than you now. How much stronger.

(Bound. Helpless. In HIS…)

You shake your head again. You can’t… can’t stay this way.

“The witch that did this…”

“It was during the carnival a month ago. She’s long gone from this town, but I’ll try to track her down. For you.”

You feel a surge of hope and gratitude and once again look up at Nicholas. He has such a gentle face… was that why you once thought he was some Beta Male?

But Nicholas wasn’t done yet.

“The witch did mention a way that you’d be able to break the curse on your own though…”

Your eyes widen. “Tell me! Please, I’ll do anything!“