The insane kind

"Um, I guess, but what are we talking about?"

"Oh, nothing I wouldn't or haven't done myself," Frankie digressed apologetically while poking at her phone momentarily, before looking up at you. Did she hunch earlier? she seems taller. "Now, any idea who could have popped that curse on Daniel? Anyone in your social circles that mess around with technology much?"

"We're studying computer science, so that's not eliminating many targets," you sigh with a frown and slide your hands down your mini short jeans to your thighs, hoping you're not looking to unprofessionally dressed for the federal agent. "Wait a minute," you say as you glance down at yourself and hear your voice.

"I'm a girl! What the fuck?" you say in a confused tone while glancing over in a mirror.

"Yeah, I applied the same curse on you as the one Daniel has on him," Frankie said in a more happy tone, once more poking at her phone. "Only a 25 percent dosage so far, to see if there's any bells ringing. If we immediately went 100% victims usually go full Renfield, Awareness or not. Speaking of which, your Awareness is a bit slow, but you caught up pretty quickly, so it's the real deal. Good news for you!" she beamed and pushed a few more buttons. You glance down at yourself and at the mirror to see if she did anything else to you.

"Most sensitive persons take some time getting the feel of something changing with themselves," she continues when she focuses on you again, "It's usually harder to notice when you are the victim instead of someone you know."

"Why is that the case?" you ask as you keep looking at yourself for any changes, but you can't really see anything new. Still wearing shorts and a knitted cotton top which was what you were going to wear... going shopping for a date?

"Seems these curses are primarily focused on changing a victim, not making the victim's past fit perfectly with their new existence. Which is understandable, it's a hundredfold if not a thousandfold as much work. How many friends do you have, for example?"

"Hundreds, if you're counting social media friends and boomer family," you shrug, focusing on Frankie and trying to build up a bit of a annoyance at being turned into a girl. And you suspect you'd normally be more thrilled about it, but it feels like you have very little interest in the female form beyond presenting it to others... and you have to get out to get a new outfit for that date tonight, right?

"Gah, I'm getting new memories in my head, is that normal?"

"Well that's one of the reasons we cursed you," Frankie smiled in a slightly patronizing tone. Would you have picked up on that earlier? She is enjoying this way too much for herself. Weren't you kind of turned on by her earlier? Now she just seems like a cat with a mouse in her claws. And she's got bigger boobs than you, the bitch...

"The plan is that when we get you deep enough into the curse," she continued with a small smirk at your pout and glance at her chest. "We'll be able to get a name and number on the cursemaker. Luckily for us both this isn't a very smart villain, so I expect they've included a simple Renfield condition.

"Renfield condition? The Dracula ****? Ew," you say with a frown and a shiver down your back, memories of some guy with crazy hair eating cockroaches sliding into your mind. The thought of tall and brooding vampires seem to linger longer in your mind. "Bleh, am I into guys now?"

"If you think so, then at least we can assume our cursemaker is male. Looks like you failed to notice I've pumped you up to a 50 percent dosage now,"

"What?!" you say in a much more effeminate voice and glance down at yourself again.

"Fuck, that's bad, right?" You say as you look at your smaller shorts and top. Your ass looks really good in it though, you admit to yourself . Not that you'd mind if they peek, there's a lot of work behind keeping a body this fit, would be a shame to leave that just to yourself.

"No, you passed it just fine. It was a randomly delayed curse with a more stealthy approach. Besides, you noticed other changes and you kept awareness of your predicament. If you don't have large reserves of Awareness you can forget yourself if you get multiple curses put on you," Frankie smiles as she puts away her phone, having not touched it since the last time.

"Oh, okay," you mutter as you look down at yourself again. Were you wearing heels a moment ago? Weren't you going out to get a new outfit? You're already sort of dressed for a date, though.

"Did you pop multiple curses on me with that last one," you say as you flutter your skirt and give your naked rear an approving glance. Frankie might have the tits and the body of a athlete, but at least you have some curves she can't beat with chiseled muscles.

"We're on a 75 percent now," Frankie said after nodding. "Feeling any hostile intent towards me?"

"Well duh, you've changed me into a woman, I feel jealousy when I see your chest, brooding vampires turn me own and I think I got a date tonight that I'm late for," you burst out in frustration at the situation. "I would say I'm being very patient all things considered!"

Frankie wrapped her massive arms around your shoulder and laughed heartily. "Oh patient Marcus, a few days from now and this will all be a good story to tell."

"I sincerely doubt it you- Miss Frankiestein," you snap back, with a stamp of your glass heels, causing her to giggle some more. You look down and realize you've changed again.

"Shit," you mutter as you look down at the bikini you're wearing. No way any girl with a sense of shame would step out of their apartment dressed in this outfit, but you're dead certain that if Frankie wasn't around you'd be skipping down the hallways to the 3f auditorium where James and a few of his friends wanted to meet for a date. "Oh shit, it's James MacGaffin, the handsome asshole!"

"James MacGaffin? How do you know?"

"Because he's probably waiting for me and Daniel in the 3F auditorium with some friends, and I feel like I love him and everything he makes me do, so that seems like red flags and all sorts of very, very problematic attitudes towards women that no ordinary woman would accept."

"Uhu," Frankie added distractedly as she pulled out a walkie talkie. "Primary Suspect identified, location, Auditorium 3F, Name: James MacGaffin, more suspects and victims might be in the vicinity. Over." She muttered in a much more professional tone.

"God dammit Anderson," An angry female voice on the line replied within three seconds. "I was three minutes away from triangulating their location. How the hell did you figure it out? Over."

"The Witness and roommate of a victim has confirmed Awareness, over." Frankie replied quickly and turned the sound down slightly, bracing herself and giving you a apologetic wink.

"You parsed the curse on a civilian without requesting permission? Boss is going to have your balls for that, over."

"Yeah, well that's nothing new, is it? Besides, saved us an Awareness test, and won my bet with you for a date. Three birds with one stone, over."

"wipe that grin off your face and get back to work, Anderson, over and out." The female voice on the other side of the walkie talkie sighed in return.

"Phew, well, I should probably move on and help the cleanup crew stop this guy," Frankie said as she began putting her jacket back on again.

"Oh, by all means," you snark and turn your thong-wearing ass around towards her. "You wouldn't mind turning me and Daniel back to normal before you run off to save the day?"

Frankie pauses as she gives you a look, torn at a lack of time. "I put an amenable curse on Daniel when I snapped a picture of him. It will keep him from going full Renfield. If everything goes well, I'll be back within thirty minutes with a few consultants and we'll fix you both."

"Oh hooray! So what do you expect me to do in the meanwhile? Update my Onlyfans page?" You snap back at her.

"Pictures last longer, literally," Frankie shrugged as she opened the door. "I'm sorry, you're pretty Aware and the curses should lose their mental effects within a few minutes. Check your bedroom for some toys and waste some time while you can."

"While I can?"

"You got the Awareness, you're vital personnel now, and you have no say! but don't worry, the pay is good!" she called out as she slammed the door in your face...

You stand still and breathe heavily as you do your best at not screaming at the clouds in anger.

"Who was that, Marcy?" Daniel asks demurely from the kitchen door, apparently not aware of anything that had just happened. You turn around and look at her.

"Big bitch with big tits," you say with a defeated sigh. "Nothing for you to worry about."

Daniel nods before moving up and hugging you, surprising you with her intimacy. "Okay, Marcy. Are we going to see Jamie soon?"

"No, probably not," you sigh and pat her head. Hopefully the big bitch's friends can put him back together the way he was.

Hopefully they can put you back together the way you were, you think as you feel your empty crotch press up against Daniel's thigh, reminding you of the new form you are inhabiting.