You dare.

You follow Gemma into her dorm block with a nod, your throat feels dry with nerves and you hadn't dared speak aloud to answer her. You try to pull your thoughts together and wonder whether you're deceiving yourself to imagine that the dark haired tomboy might be interested in you. Since hitting puberty and the curse coming into effect every time you got sexually aroused you'd struggled with the awaking sexual submissiveness that you experiance as Doe. However in your female form up to this point your sexual fantasies had always revolved around being dominated by guys. Now however you feel yourself going weak at the knees as you imagine Gemma. Just in front of you her tight, hard butt moves provocatively under the taut, shiny black leather of her jeans as she leads you up a flight or two of stairs.

"Here we are Doe, this is mine." Gemma annonces, snapping you out of your daydream.

You timidly follow her into her room. A pair of beds dominate the room with chests of drawers and wardrobes beside each, doors lead off to a small kitchen and bathroom. One of the beds is covered in a neatly made pink bedspread with stuffed toys beside the pillow, whilst the other is unmade with a plain white duvet and surrounded by untidy heaps of personal belongings. It's no surprise when Gemma flops down on the plain bed. She rolls over and leans over the bed, fishing beneath it. She reemerges with a sixpack of beer that has a couple missing and a leather pouch.

"Not in a hurry are you Doe?" Gemma asks, patting the bed beside her in invitation for you to sit. "I thought you might like to chill out for a bit before you get changed. I have some beer and weed."

You nervously edge onto the bed next to Gemma. She unzips and kicks off her heavy bikers boots and sits crosslegged as she rolls a joint with practised ease.

"So are you OK to tell me about what gives with you and this changing?" She asks as she skins up. "Or is that something you don't talk about?"

Up to now you've only ever discussed the curse with your parents and the multitude of doctors that they took you to, who acheived nothing. Now you open up and hesitantly begin telling Gemma your whole story. Once she's passed you the little tube of marijuena and you've had a few puffs of the bittersweet joint the words flow more easily as you tell not only the bare facts of your condition, but relate all the curses conditions. Gemma seems intrigued rather than disgusted as you blurt out the more intimate details of your increasing urges whilst female.

"So despite all these urges you're still a virgin?" Gemma asks.

You nod, "Yeah, pregnancy either way will end the curse one way or another. As a guy I've never had the opportunity and as a girl I've been too afraid."

"And so now you'll be Doe until you've had an orgasm, right?" She asks, watching you closely as she sips her beer. "Then you'll revert to being John?"

"Not with just one, no." You answer and find yourself giggling as the narcotic takes effect. "It usually takes three or four in a row to change back to my old self. Guess I'll be frigging myself silly as usual once I get back to mine."

Gemma stares at you intensely and you wonder if you've appalled her with that last confession, then she smiles. She sets down her beercan and edges closer, brushing a loose lock of your golden hair out of your eyes and resting her palm against your cheek.

"I'd rather you changed back here." Gemma says directly and you feel her other hand hot upon your bare thigh. "This way you certainly wouldn't get pregnant."

Your head's spinning, both from the **** and **** and the touch of Gemma's hands on your body. Though you've changed to Doe in front of people several times, changing back to John has always been in the privacy of your own room with the door locked. Gemma's hand cradles your head and she pulls you to her firmly and her lips crush hard against your own. You feel her hand tickle it's way up your inner thigh until her fingers rest beneath your skirt and only scant inches from your suddenly moistening pussy.