A trading card

"Maisie, you will transform into a trading card, like a baseball card. The card will be a card about you, all your information listed on the back, and a picture of you how you look right now, but looking sexy, on the front. You will be only vaguely aware of your surroundings and the passing of time. You will transform back when I command, or when I hold my pinky finger on your picture for 5 seconds. In the future, you will revert back to this form whenever I use the command 'Card.'" You watch as your lifelong crush is transformed in front of your eyes into a small rectangle of cardboard.

The back of the card lists some of Maisie's stats. You don't care about most of them, her height, eye color, hair color, and age are all well known to you. Some of the stats though, interest you. Your eye is drawn to her status, which is surprisingly listed as virgin, and the third category down, Kinks.

Kinks: BDSM, Sizeplay, and ****.

You feel your pants tighten as you turn the card over and see the image she (or the curse) chose. It definitely obeyed your command. She was wearing Daisy Duke's with the button open, on her knees sitting back on her bare feet. She had a tiny sports jersey on that was straining against the only button still done, the bottom one, which came down to a couple inches above her belly button. Her tits weren't massive, but they were teasingly hidden by the jersey, which read "#1 BJ" Her arms were up behind her head, resting on a baseball bat across her shoulders. It was by far the sexiest picture you had ever seen of Maisie. Still, it could be improved.

"Maisie, from now on any exploration of your kinks, no matter how small, will turn you on. You will have a small black choker on." It appears around her neck. "And your breasts will be two sizes larger." The jersey expands and starts to fall off. You put the Maisie card on your dashboard and drive home. After narrowly avoiding three crashes almost caused by you getting distracted, you pull into your apartment parking lot. Heading upstairs you run into one of your neighbors and have a short chat before finally making it to your room. You toss the card on your bed and command her to revert to normal. Maisie appears, sitting on your bed with a confused look on her face.

"Wow master. That was... weird. I was so small and helpless." Holy shit, was that playing into her kinks? "Please don't do anything else to me. Please Master? I picked you to tell about the curse because I trusted you. So far you haven't done anything too bad to me, nothing I can't look past. But please, I am begging you, don't tell anyone else about this. Not everyone would be so kind as you." She is back in her normal clothes but still on her knees, just like the card, and you can't help but notice at the neck of her hoodie and see the choker. You assume that means her boobs grew, but you can't tell under the hoodie. The thought reawakens your momentarily dormant cock.

"Maisie, I don't know if you should have trusted me with this power. You say I haven't done anything too bad, but I have known about this for barely an hour and already I have made you into an inanimate sexy picture of yourself, made your boobs bigger, and put a sexy choker on you. Not to mention I got you on my bed for the first time in what, ten years?" She pressed her tits together, apparently not having noticed they had grown. She started to look uneasy. "If I told you to do a striptease and blow me you would have **** but to do it. You gave that power to a guy who has had a crush on you for years, and you just assume you are completely safe?"

"But Master, I know you. You wouldn't do that to me. You are better than that." She starts to back away from you.

"Maisie stop." Neither of you are sure if the order is to stop moving or stop talking, so she does both. "You may think that, but that type of power goes to a persons head. Do you know how many nights I have laid right there, imagining it you were with me instead of those jerks? And now are here, in my bed, and I have complete power over you. I can order you to do anything at all. You can't honestly expect things to go back to normal, can you?" Maisie interrupts you.

"Actually Master, there are limits. You can't order me to do anything that would result in my ****, or your ****. Only you can control me, and you can only control one of us." It is your turn to interrupt now.

"Only one of you. That is right, you said all the women in your family have this curse. So your sister and all of your girl cousins are being controlled too?" You immidiately think of her cousin Rachel, a hot redhead you had met a few times.

"It's only cousins on my moms side, and so far they have all avoided anyone finding out about their curse, so they are still free." She must have seen the look in your eye. "But like I said master, you can only control one of us, so don't start imagining you will be able to start some incestuous harem."

"But if I wanted to fuck one of them I could just have you transform into them, right?" Maisie glared at you. "I could command you to tell me."

"Fine. Yes. You could, but please, don't command me to fuck you and break my trust."

"Maisie, transform into a physically identical copy of your cousin Rachel." Just as quickly as she had turned into a trading card, her cousin Rachel sat in front of you.

"Rachel is my dad's sister's kid, she doesn't have the curse, dumbass. And wow. Really. Her?" She rolls Rachel's eyes at you.

"Okay. Maisie, turn into each woman you know of who is still free and pose for a sexy picture as each one." She glares at you as she instantly transforms into her sister Holly. You pull your phone out to take a picture as she pulls her hoodie off and presses Holly's boobs together.

"Master, what the fuck are you doing?" She sounds angry, but she still has a sultry smile pasted on her face as she transforms again.