This ain't gonna work.

"Gwen, I think this body of mine... likes boys. For real. All I can think about is being stuffed with cocks and sperm. It's mainly Alex, to be honest, but... Hell, this morning I couldn't even come without that dildo inside me. It was just... blocked! Gwen, I think this body is just, well, straight."

Gwen moans in frustration. And holds you slightly more at arms length. She looks at you with her big, lusty eyes, and smiles ruefully. "Just my luck, huh. I feel desire for the first time in, like, a year. I realize I'm gay, and... the girl just don't want me." She shakes her head slowly. "I don't suppose you'll give me a chance to convince you?" She is laughing, part genuinely, as she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Jesus Gwen, I can't... Fuck. This is, a lot, you know? To take in. Remember I found out I'm pregnant only fifteen minutes ago! Give me... uh, a little time."

"Sure thing babe," she separates her body from yours almost completely. Just her hand remains on your shoulder. She's sitting a few inches away with her legs crossed and looking at you with concern. "I'm sorry... for forcing it on you like that. It's the sort of behavior I hate, and I should know better. And, uh... I admit the timing could have been better."

The two of you sit in silence. You sniffle and dab at your cheeks with a tissue. Your back is against the wall. One leg is stretched out and the other upright, bent at the knee. Your pajamas, soaked with tears, are clinging to the skin. Gwen is sitting back on her haunches, looking at her hands.

There is another long moment, then she speaks. "I think... I think I've been feeling like this since shortly after you came downstairs yesterday. I just... didn't want to admit it to myself in case you, uh, changed back. I wonder if I'd have still wanted you if you had... ew, that would be messy, and dangerous... anyway, I guess once you knew, for sure, I couldn't hold it in any longer."

"Gwen, what if... What if it's part of the curse? What if people are affected by the, uh, magic, to want me? Alex had barely spent five minutes with me before he made his move. And I've only really seen you and him since this happened."

"Hmm... I guess there was also that waiter last night. He was having a good look at you, that's for sure. Although I guess that's not exactly out of the ordinary for a guy, when you're as sexy as you are."

"I didn't notice any waiter... did that really happen?"

"Good lord girl, you need to work on your observation. He was allllll over you. I guess maybe I tried to scare him off. But also, you had other stuff on your mind at that point."

"I guess." More silence. And then, in a small voice, "What about... what about Mom and Dad. Surely they won't be, uh, affected?" The thought is too horrible to contemplate. If your fears about the curse are correct, this could basically wreck everything.

"That... is a good point. We still have a few more days to think about that eventuality though hon. Try not to worry about that now... As for the rest of your idea, that seems, kinda, like it makes sense."

"I guess... the thing to do is try to speak to the person who did this again." The thought of facing your tormentor, or even speaking to them, makes your blood run cold.

Gwen agrees. She promises to keep her hands off you (unless you change your mind, she is eager to add) and to help you try and smooth out some of the bumps that remain in your path. Unfortunately there is one big one that she can't do anything about.