Thirsty!

You turn to your bedside table. The cup of water you keep by your bed in case you're thirsty in the night sits there untouched. As you move towards it you trip on your boxers falling to the ground with a loud thud. Annoyed and in pain you lay there for but a moment before you begin to rise. Just as you reach your feet the room to your door bursts open! "God damn it John it's to early for all this noise" your sister exclaimes with frustration.

You both freeze as you stare at one another. Neither of you is sure what to make of this. You move first grabbing your cup and downing the water. As you do your sister enters your room and shuts the door. "John... What happened to you?" She asks.

"I was cursed to be a girl for 48 hours." You respond "wait! How did you know it was me?"

"Because I'm smart. A beautiful naked girl masterbating in my loser brothers room is much less likely than him spontaneously transforming into one." She mocks smugly. "Now why don't you start from the beginning."it's not a question. You give a brief outline of your morning blushing as you do. Could there be anything more embarrassing than this you wonder. When you finish talking your sister eyes you as she considers your situation.

"Well, leave it to you to piss off the only person in the world capable of real magic" her annoyed tone hurts more than usual. Women are naturally more emotional and your new hormones kick in hard as you begin to cry.

" Why are you so mean? this isn't my fault. How could I have predicted or even stop this?" You cry tears steaming down your face. Your sisters face softens and she moves to hug you. You feel warm and safe in her embrace.

"I'm sorry. I just woke up and well we always take shots a one another. I should have realised it wasn't a good time for that." Her voice is soft and empathetic as she speaks "don't worry your big sister is always on your side. I promise to help you through this."

After she releases you, you dry your tears "thanks Gwen" you mutter.

"Now, how do we handle this?" She muses.

"Well, if it's anything like the erotic stories I read the curse has multiple effects that try to **** me to fail. First **** unending arousal, second **** sensitivity, third both the first two effects become transferred to whoever is around me." You reason.

Your sister stares at you scepticly "You read stories like this? Your not enjoying this are you?" She asks.

"No oh, no! I find the idea of a man be transformed and broken erotic. It's like a **** fantasy it's hot in theory but not in practice"you defend.

" I am learning way to much about my brothers fetishes for my liking..." She pauses staring at your still naked form. She blushes.

"Your right about the curse affects because I am starting to see the appeal of you being **** and broken" you flinch at her words. "Don't worry we'll figure this out. I believe I have some ideas of what to do. First we need to decide if we isolate you."

" If we do we run the risk of someone finding me before the time is up and without you there to save me." You respond.

She nods thoughtfully "we could just tell the family and get there help" she suggests.

"Mom and dad have an open relationship and might not believe us thinking I just have a daddy kink" you counter as a surge of arousal gose through you at the hought of your parents breaking you.

"Give you a new name, pretend your my friend from school"

"Mom and dad still, and the addition of our brother trying to get me alone"

"Leave the house get a motel"

"You get a call from the witch get offered your hearts desire to break me grow a cock and make me a **** to your sexual fantasies" her face gose red and your not sure if it's from arousal or frustration at what you said.

"What is there a counter on the curse for everything!" She almost shouts the words.

"Yes, in the erotic stories the main character is almost always broken because that's what the readers want!" A silence forms between you. You both sit on your bed. You eye your reflection in the mirror you frustration and arousal growing.

"You read a lot of these don't you?";your sister breaks the silence.

"Yes I do" you say defeated your sister begin to laugh. You look at her confused but not for long as she puts on he best silly voice.

"Woah, look at me I have power beyond reason so I will ironically curse this guy with his own erotic fantasy for my amusement." You can't help but smirk at her comment. "Witch sounds more like a board super villain than a grand teacher of life lessons. Your gonna be fine. So tell me in the rare scenario of returning to normal how do they do it?"

"The most common way to succeed is...luck. pure luck, luck that a family member doesn't Betray you, luck that you find a secluded place, luck that the guys seed just doesn't take. Just luck." You say defeated once again.

Your sister smiles wide "then it doesn't matter what we do dose it." Your shoulders slump at her words the words of someone that will betray you. "We just do our best and have fun. Let's pretend you're turning back to normal is a certainly. Your a girl for..." She picks up you phone and checks your call history "...44 hours left as a girl what would make this fun! For my vote I say we go to my room and pick out some nice sexy clothes because if you have to have a girl's body might as well show off" you don't get a chance to respond as she practically drags you out and into her room that is next to yours. She begins pulling clothes out of her dresser.

You lose track of time as your sister dress you up in various outfits list growing as each time you look in the mirror your dream girl looks back at you wearing some sexy or cute outfit. Your sister and you chatting the whole time aside from the moments with the mirror you do begin to have fun. You never cared for fashion, but it's a little different now. You were never overly confident in you appearance as a man but as a woman you know your hot and that makes this so much more fun each outfit a testament to your beauty. You get why girls like this for the first time in your life. Finally you settle on a modest black skirt, white blouse, and running shoes as you could not for the life of you get hang of the high heels she have you. And for extra sexy fun points your under grments are a sexy red lingerie your a little surprised your sister had.

Your sister smirks as she admires her handy work. "Now trust our family with the truth or give you a new name? That is our next choice John, so what's more fun pretending to be someone new with whatever history you want. Or shaking you ass as you ask daddy for extra allowance" you blush at your sisters clear teasing. "but seriously it's time to decide truth, lie, or leave the house all together. Ether way I am not calling you John all weekend. So you are... Stacy now. Get it, together we are Gwen stacy." You laugh at her **** joke.