Damage control

This curse wasn't going to be light. You knew it was nigh unbreakable but you had to examine yourself... see what damage was done. Scurrying to your room barely dressed... the Sorceress left you to your own devices, a debt weighing on your mind.

Locking your room and finding the full length mirror. The person staring back at you in shock could barely keep themselves on their feet! A little dizzy astonished with how little masculinity remained.

You were reduced to what appeared to be a flat chested girl with a familiar appendage rising at the sight of your taut toned body flared hips and thighs. Your ass was divine! If only it wasn't yours you'd think you were in love.

The curse marks laid over your flesh like pretty tattoos. Inked in very intimate locations. Worse yet your clothes wouldn't quite fit with your new dimensions. Pants size was going to be an issue... as was the charm spell... it was there engraved on your lower back. You recognized it some of the other marks elsewhere were strange... but that one was definitely known.

What kind of charm spell is engraved on your lower back?

A slow acting lust spell driving those in proximity to desire to have intercourse with you then reseting the spell.

A charm spell that makes you more attractive the more embarrassed you are.

A spell designed to attract those you dont find attractive.

Or one of your own choice.