You see a possibility to remove the curse.

After the amount of cum you'd just emptied over Gemma's face, you're exhausted for the moment. Gemma waited a couple of minutes while your cock slowly became flaccid. Once she was sure that you were not about to transform she took her hands off you and undid the cords binding your wrists and ankles to the bed.

"Mmmm, nice." Gemma comments, scooping some cum off of her face and licking from her fingers. "I'm gonna go clean up."

You hear water running as you lie rubbing your limbs where the cords have dug red welts. Thankfully the cords were pretty soft and you don't think the welts will become noticable bruises. After a few minutes Gemma reappears, now wearing a white cotton dressing gown and a towel wrapped round her head. She lays on the bed next to you on her side and snuggles up to you.

"We're going to have so much fun together." Gemma murmers, rubbing her lithe body against yours through the soft cotton material of her dressing gown. "I'll be able to learn how to be a real domme and you'll be my beautiful little pet. You really are a treasure, whether I want pussy or cock you'll be there to serve me."

With the squirming that she's been doing to snuggle close, the loose dressing gown has fallen open. Underneath Gemma is nude and one of her modest little titties falls free and a hardened nipple rakes the flesh of your side. You feel your cock beginning to stir once more.

"We can go shopping tomorrow." Gemma tells you. "I need to get an outfit that reflects my status as your mistress. And we'll by clothes for you too. **** harnesses and collars for both your bodies. There's regular fetish parties in the city and I want to show you off. We'll also buy some toys, a nice big strapon for me to fuck you with and cuffs and other restraints."

Gemma chatters on, whilst you grow increasingly concerned. You've barely known this girl an hour and yet she seems to plan to take over your entire life. The more you think about it the less appealing her plans seem. You begin growing angry at the way she assumes you have no will of your own. Your anger silently simmers, feeding the rush of blood to your cock.

"Mmmm, you're getting stiff again." Gemma notices, and begins to play with your throbbing dick. "Maybe I'll slip out of bed and watch you change again."

Gemma rubs herself harder against you, seeming not to notice that you've been silent since she returned. Her gown is open now and she's rubbing her bald pussy against your thigh, the dark lips feel soft and moist on your skin. You recall her saying earlier that she wouldn't fuck you without condoms for fear of getting pregnant. It hits you that Gemma can't be on the pill for her to worry about this.

"You've got quite a nice cock." Gemma prattles on obliviously. "Maybe I'll permit you to stay male for a little while."

You look at Gemma. Though her body is fit and strong, in your male form she'd still be no match for you physically. She's there beside you almost naked and from her worries about becoming pregnant earlier she's probably ovulating. All it may take for you to lift your curse is for you to shoot your seed into her now and detain her long enough for one of your sperms to impregnate her. Even holding her long enough wouldn't be too difficult, she's already told you that her roomie won't be back and the cords that she tied you up with are close to hand.