Cursed Conceptions

Al looked in the mirror and shrieked, the once-manly voice she was accustomed to replaced, much as her body had been replaced, with the sexy, shrill voice of an 18-year-old girl. She was naked, with light, pale skin, raven-black hair cut in a tomboyish style, and emerald green eyes that Al had to resist the urge to fall madly in love with.

"Shit... I didn't think it was for real..." Alice said weakly. Minutes ago, she'd gotten a call informing her of her delicate situation, just moments before she changed to her current form. Already, her loins burned with the fury of a thousand suns, and she knew what she'd have to do if she wanted that burning to go away... Or, more precisely, who.

Alice flashed around the room looking for fitting clothes, and quickly found a small box placed at the foot of her bed. Inside it were two outfits. The first was a pair of women's jeans with a red-and-white flannel shirt and a pair of work-style boots that looked very much in place at a Grunge concert. The second was a pair of cut-off jean shorts that would definitely show the world Alice's cute, petite ass, a burgundy tank top with spaghetti straps, and a pair of strappy, girly sandals. The choice was clear: pick an outfit Al would be more comfortable in, and risk losing the interest of men, or pick the sluttiest outfit Al had ever owned and risk getting the wrong kind of interest from men.