Their Perfect Ending

The kitchen was filled with the scent of hot Bavarian sausages, mustard, and roasted potatoes with rosemary. Eric sat at the table, a wide hungry smile on his face, eyes fixed on Tim as he finished serving the last plate.

Today Tim was wearing a slutty-Bavarian version of a traditional dirndl: the thin white blouse was a tiny tight corset, with a deep heart-shaped neckline exposing almost his entire smooth pink chest, only two tiny lace triangles covering his hard nipples, the rest completely bare, the fabric stretched painfully over his narrow waist. Below it, a dark-green mini-skirt, so short that his huge perfect ass bulged out from under it like two green velvet balls, cheeks trembling with every movement, the skirt flaring and revealing the deep pink crack with every step. A small white apron tied in front with a big sexy bow, white lace-topped stockings up his thick thighs, and high black heels with green ribbons. On his finger sparkled Eric’s huge diamond ring—the curse didn’t touch it, as if even it knew it was sacred.

Tim set the last plate in front of Eric, smiled a sweet-hungry smile, and was already starting to kneel to give him the traditional morning blowjob, but then—a loud knock at the door. He sighed in annoyance, stood up, muttered “who the hell now,” and went to open it, ready to scold whoever was interrupting the best time of day. The door opened and chaos fell on Tim. Hildi stood there, long black hair, heavy makeup, black lips, a small black dress with corset and fishnets. She smiled a wide dangerous smile, a champagne bottle in hand. Before Tim could open his mouth, she popped the bottle with one hand—the cork flew into the air and vanished as if it had never existed.

“Well done!” she said in a clear voice full of glee. “A whole month without running away, without exploding, without killing each other! I’m impressed! ... And I guess you two did okay too.” She entered as if it were her house, closed the door with her foot, and left Tim and Eric frozen in place, staring at her like seeing a ghost with champagne. Hildi sat on the couch as if she owned the place, legs crossed, champagne bottle in one hand, and waved the other in the air. Three delicate crystal glasses materialized from nowhere, Hildi poured the bubbling drink, and handed them to Tim and Eric with a small dangerous smile.

Tim and Eric sat opposite her, still in shock, glasses trembling slightly in their hands. Tim swallowed. “Does this mean… we go back to who we were before?” Hildi raised an eyebrow. “Depends on your answer to one question.” She leaned forward, black eyes locking on him. “What did you learn, Timothy?” Tim took a deep breath, Eric’s ring sparkling on his finger. “I learned not to objectify women. Not to mock or belittle gays, not to think men and women have to act only one way. And just not to be a terrible person.” Hildi smiled a real smile this time, nodding slowly. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” She raised her hand, blue-black light starting to flow around her fingers, the magic ready to unravel.

But Tim jumped from the chair like a shot. “No!” he shouted, voice trembling but determined. “I refuse!” The magical light froze. Hildi blinked. “Excuse me?” “I don’t want to go back,” Tim said, tears in his eyes. “In my previous life I was lonely, angry, full of hate. Here I have loving parents, wonderful friends, and the best person in the world.” He turned to Eric, took his hand. “I don’t want to lose this. Please… leave us like this.”

Hildi leaned back, stunned, but before she could answer—Eric stood too, voice deep and thundering. “No. I can't accept it.” Tim turned to him, face pale. “What?! Why?” “This month was the best of my life,” Eric said in a trembling voice, “but I’m not sure it’s really you. The urges are still there, Tim. They still control us.”

Tim tried to protest. “But I don’t use them anymore! I choose what I do.” Eric looked at him sadly. “Really? The clothes you’re wearing now—did you choose them? The breakfast you just made me—could you have chosen not to? The cleaning, the serving, everything?” Tim opened his mouth, wanted to shout yes, but the words stuck. Because deep down he knew Eric was right. Even if he didn’t surrender to the urge, it still hovered over them like a cloud, ready to descend any moment they chose not to listen.

Tim clutched the diamond ring like his only anchor in a storm, voice trembling with weakness and pain: “I don’t want to lose you….” Eric gently lifted his chin, kissed him a deep slow kiss full of love that needed no words, tongues swirling, breaths mingling, trembling hands-on cheeks. “I don’t want to lose you either,” Eric whispered as they parted, voice hoarse. “But I can’t live with the thought that there’ll always be an urge telling you what to do, when to kiss me, when to love me.” And then, like lightning, an idea struck him. He turned to Hildi, eyes burning. “Remove the urges. Just the urges. Leave the bodies, the memories, the world the love… but take away the chains. Let us choose.” Hildi burst into big surprised happy laughter. “I can’t believe it… Tim learned to respect women and gays, and you learned to stand up to him. I’m better than I thought.” She stood, waved her hand, and blue-black light flowed around them like a warm wind. A short sharp electric current passed through Tim and Eric’s bodies, as if someone had released a tight belt they’d never felt was there.

When the light vanished, they looked exactly the same: Eric still huge and muscular, Tim still small, feminine, with a huge ass and a sparkling diamond on his finger. But they felt something had changed. Tim hurried to pull the pink-black dirndl over his head, tossed it aside, and stood completely naked—huge ass, small cock, everything exposed—and the outfit stayed on the floor, didn’t change, didn’t vanish, didn’t turn into anything else. Eric pulled off his sports shirt, handed it to Tim, and Tim put it on. The shirt stayed big, normal, black, no cleavage, no shortening, nothing slutty—just Eric’s shirt on Tim’s body.

Both looked at each other, breath caught, eyes wide. The urges were gone. The choice remained.

They grabbed each other in that moment, a deep wet kiss full of pure love, hands holding tight, bodies pressing, with no inner voice telling them what to do—only their hearts, only their desire, only the love that had been there all along, now completely free. Hildi smiled a small sad-happy smile, raised her glass. “Enjoy, kids.” Hildi was about to leave, the blue-black light already swirling around her, but Eric broke the kiss, walked to her, and whispered something short and sharp. Tim didn’t hear, just saw Hildi raise an eyebrow and ask “Are you sure?” and Eric nod confidently. She smiled a small smile, flicked one finger, and the light flashed one last time before she vanished completely. Tim turned to Eric, confused. “What did you ask for?” And then he felt it: a pleasant deep warmth flowing in his crotch, his small cock lengthening, thickening, growing—not to Eric’s huge size, but a completely real cock, standing hard, just the right size. Tim’s eyes widened. “What…?” Eric smiled a wide loving smile, gently pushed him to sit on the couch. Tim’s huge ass squashed against the cushions, cheeks spreading like a pink velvet pillow, and the new hard cock stood proudly in front.

“I asked her to give you your dick back,” Eric said in a low voice full of love, “but so you can shrink it whenever you want—so we don’t have to buy you a new wardrobe.” Tim burst into laughter, tears of happiness in his eyes. “You’re a genius… because without the dressing urge, we'll really have to start paying for my clothes.” Eric knelt in front of him, big hands caressing the thick thighs, then gripped Tim’s new hard cock, stroking it slowly, soft circles with his thumb on the sensitive head. “I don’t have your skill,” he whispered, eyes locked on Tim’s, “so I’ll need lots of practice.” And then he leaned in, warm wet mouth enveloping the cock, wide tongue licking the full length, sucking hard, one hand caressing the balls, the other squeezing the huge ass. It wasn’t as good as Tim’s— a bit messy, a bit too eager—but it was the most perfect in the world, because it was Eric, the person he loved more than anything, doing it of his own free will, out of love.

Tim moaned in a high sweet voice, hands in hair, cock in Eric’s warm mouth. Tim locked eyes with his soulmate, and Eric looked back at him. Both smiled because they knew Tim was no longer Eric’s perfect femboy. They were each other’s perfect everything.