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Jordan Brownton would not be able to change his ways so drastically without relying on his family's support. Now he had a feeling that this stupid collar might make his life take a turn again. He never faced magic before and had no idea what powers could be hidden inside. Before confronting his parents about it, the lad texted Adelaide, one of his sister's closest friends. She was known for studying history of magic, and Jordan decided that if anyone could give him a clue about what was happening, it was her.

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"Most of known magical artifacts are dated centuries back in time. Yours, however, is at most 40 years old. The fine art of magic is believed to be mostly extinct these days, but it seems that some practitioners are still alive to this day. This curse is strong, and I can't tell exactly what it does, but if you say there are those exact letter, you may need to prepare for the worst."

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Jordan had a girlfriend named Emily. His former mischievous identity used to have difficult relationship with her, but they were starting to like each other more and more for the past few months. The lad would often cycle his way to her flat at late evenings, where they would have a good time chatting over watching some dumb TV series. Then he would usually spend the night in her bed.

When Jordan was preparing to go out, he remembered that she liked his face clean, and that he did not shave it today, so he approached the mirror. He was surprised to see that there was no hair on his cheeks. As if it decided not to grow. He thought it was convenient for the cause, covered the cursed collar with a scarf and went out.

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Jordan and Emily's intimate life was devoid of kinks and was rather boring, but none of them felt the need to spice it up.

He woke up first in the morning and immediately felt that something was wrong. The guy rushed to the mirror and did not see the difference immediately, but when he did, he felt a cold wave of dread strike him.

First, his regular boyish blonde haircut grew an inch and a half overnight. Second, his face was different. It had softer skin and slightly adjusted features, most noticeably lower jaw area, although he would not vouch for it to be true.

The collar somehow grew a little thicker, and the damned letters were now clearly visible in anything but the darkest night. After this point, he was just going over the rest of the list: yes, his body fat was moving from his sides to his chest and hips and yes, it was hurting in his lower stomach. Checking his penis was especially scary, but yes, it shrunk since he last saw him.

"You here, Jordan? Oh god, why does it say 'cumslave'? What are you doing?" — Emily looked inside the bathroom without warning, but he was not mad at her. Teary-eyed, he said the bitter truth that was on his mind.

"Em. Our night together might have been my last. I was careless to try on this cursed collar, and now... now it's turning me into a woman."

"Take it off then."

"I already broke two pair of scissors and blunted a kitchen knife and a drill. I can't do shit to this magic."

"You don't lie to me often, but this doesn't sound true at all." — Emily smiled uncomfortably, not understanding what was going on.

"Alright then. How many tools are you ready to sacrifice to prove me right?"