Cursed Into a Bimbo at the Gym

Leg day was the worst. Not only were all the exercises boring and repetitive, but the aftermath was a real pain. A full day of sore aching resounding up your legs at every step, and that's not even mentioning the stairs. You were actually heading to those, leaving the gym after a particularly rough workout, gym bag in one hand, post workout shake in the other, already bracing yourself for the challenge ahead. As you started down the stairs you noticed two girls were climbing up, standing side by side and pretty much taking up the whole staircase. You figured you maybe should have let them pass before heading down, but you had already completed a few steps, and you really didn't feel like going back up, even just a couple of steps, with your legs already protesting. And you figured they would most likely see you and simply move out of the way. You were wrong.

As you were nearing them, you realized that they were so entranced in their conversation that they didn't even seem to notice you. You tried to halt yourself, but with the downwards momentum you had gained and your weakened legs you fumbled. You had to drop your shake and grab a hold of the railing to prevent yourself from ramming the girl on the right with your full weight, and even then you still collided with her, and she would have tumbled down the stairs if it wasn't for her friend's quick reflexes, as she had grabbed on to her at the last moment, keeping her upright.

After initial the initial shock of the situation had passed, and it was clear that everyone was going to be OK, your temper flared. Staring at your spilled drink, your post workout comfort, and then at the two girls, who were staring back at you with an equally angry frown upon their faces, you spoke up in an irate tone.

"Can't you watch where you are going? We could have both gotten seriously hurt you know?"

"Us watch where we are going? You are the one who ran into me you jerk!" The first one retorted.

Before the other one had a chance to speak up and concur with her friend you replied.

"You were taking the whole damn staircase you vapid bimbos! And you were so focused on your conversation about make-up or whatever that you didn't even notice a full grown man waking towards you!"

They seemed too insulted to reply, but you were too angry to even care at this point, you just wanted to let it out, and so you pushed on.

"I don't have time for this! You girls go on up and do your daily squats to make your butt look big, then go shopping or whatever it is you girls do to pass time, I have other stuff to do."

As you were heading back down, not intending to give them a chance to reply back you heard the other girl speak up behind you in a cold and threatening tone.

"That is too much! You think you are a strong man, pushing and insulting us girls! You are just an asshole, and you deserve what's coming to you. Let's see how you like it from the other side. I hereby Curse You. All that is manly about you will now be feminine. Your body, your clothes, your interests, before the day ends everything about you will scream girly! Good luck in your new life, jerk!"

And with that they started back up the stairs. You hadn't bothered to turn back as she was speaking, or even stop walking. What was she rattling on about? Curses? What a weirdo. You quickly reached the bottom stairs and headed outside, still grumbling unhappily about your lost shake, currently oozing down the steps back inside.

As you got into your car, a nice and big pick-up truck, and started it, the radio sprang to life, blasting the sound of your favorite rock channel. Oddly though, the sounds weren't as engaging as before, and you found yourself quickly disinterested in the rough melodies. And so, as you were driving home, you started switching channels, trying to find something worth listening to. All your usual channels weren't playing anything good, and so you started skipping randomly, until you found something new to listen to. As you were browsing a song caught your ear, and you decided to give it a few more seconds. It was a new pop song that just came out. You usually didn't like those, as you thought the style was repetitive and bland, but this new one was catchy, and actually pretty good. Then a new song came on, and you found yourself listening to it as well, and then another and another until you finally arrived home. That station was pretty good, you thought, as you saved it in your favorites. As you exit the car, you hear a faint voice around you, as if floating on the wind.

Rock becomes Pop

Strange.

You step out of you truck and into your apartment, humming the latest tune by Ariana Grande. As you head inside you check the time. Plenty left to make yourself something to eat, and then maybe watch a movie before heading out to the clubs. A nice piece of meat with some veggies would do you good, get some protein in. But as you were cooking the meat the smell made you nauseous, and as you sat down to eat the first bite almost made you retch on the spot, the taste was so aweful. But the veggies on the other hand were delicious, better than any you had ever made before. As you finished your plate, leaving the meat practically untouched, you heard the same faint and soft voice within your appartment.

Meat Eater becomes Vegetarian

Something was going on. Pieces were starting to fall in place in your head. First the music, now this, this wasn’t you, your tastes were being modified somehow. That’s when you remembered your early confrontation at the gym. Could this be real, could you really be cursed? No, it was nonsense, pure coincidence, just some bad music on the radio and a bad piece of meat nothing more. Deciding to try and take your mind off of it you sit down on your couch browsing the TV, trying to decide which horror flick to watch. Maybe that newest Slasher movie? Or maybe go for classic Zombie movie. But as you were watching you felt disgusted by the images, and even just attempting to watch a trailer resulted in you screaming out and closing the TV. You tried turning the TV back on but found yourself navigating towards the romance section, the sight of couples embracing tenderly making your heart flutter and spread a comforting heat through you. Wait no this was not right! You absolutely loved all sorts of horror movies, not this girly stuff. A cold shiver of realization ran down as the voice manifested again.

Horror becomes Romance

This was no coincidence. Something was really going on, something supernatural. What was it that she had said, something about you becoming girly. That would explain everything so far. But you didn’t want to be girly! You liked yourself as you were, a man who liked manly things! Not some effeminate wimp! But wait, she had also said something about appearance didn’t she? Did that mean you were going to actually look like a girl? You had to go to a mirror as soon as possible. As you headed to the washroom in a panic, afraid of what you might see there, you failed to notice your set of home weights vanish from the corner of the room.

Working Out becomes Wearing Make-Up

As you stumbled into the washroom and looked into the mirror you gasped in shock. The first thing that popped was the pink lip gloss you were wearing. Then you noticed all the other subtle and not so subtle adjustments on your otherwise still very masculine face. Eye shadow, mascara even foundation and blush, it was all there, and to your horror you not only knew all of those things, but also how to apply it perfectly, just as it was currently, perfectly accentuating you features in a feminine way. But that was not the only thing that changed. All your hard earned muscles had gone, those countless hours spent at the gym gone, leaving you thin, almost frail looking. Working out had been such a huge part of your routine, now you were left with nothing. No, not nothing. Make up. Tons of it, littered everywhere around the sink and on the counter. You reached for a slim tube of lip gloss, fully intending to try and throw it out, fight against these changes. But instead of that, you found yourself twisting the cap off, sliding the moist end of the stick against your lips, touching up the coat on your lips. No! This was not what you were trying to do! How was this happening. As you were reapplying your make-up, body on autopilot, you saw your hair becoming a shade lighter, and slowly lengthening. It then immediately switched to a light blond, tumbling all the way down bellow your shoulders.

Short and Brown becomes Long and Blonde

Oh no. It was as you had feared, not only your interests and your mind was being affected, your body was also at the mercy of this curse. Upon that realization you started to feel strange all over your body. Your perspective slowly adjusted, as the mirror in front of you seemed higher and higher, it seemed like you were shrinking! A strange ballooning sensation started forming on your torso and on your rump, and you could very well imagine what that meant, as tits started forming up beneath you shirt, and your shorts were strained by the size of your new booty.

Tall becomes Short

Pectorals become Fake Breasts

Tight Butt becomes Huge Heart Shaped Ass

You felt a tingling sensation around your throat as your face restructured right before your eyes. You couldn’t take your eyes off the mirror, mesmerized by the changes. This couldn’t be happening this couldn’t be real! Yet it was happening, as you were an undeniable witness to it all, a forced spectator. You raised your hands to your eyes just in time to watch as all the hair over your arms, and the rest of your body, retracted, leaving your skin smooth and pale. Your fingers also seemed to get longer, but your hand did not seem quite as large as before.

Low Voice becomes High Pitched

Rugged becomes Dainty

Hairy becomes Waxed and Shaved

The person staring back in the mirror wasn’t you, couldn’t be you. She was a girl, a very pretty girl. Soft pillowy lips, high arching eyebrows, big beautiful doe eyes, everything enhanced by the perfectly applied make-up. The changes were happening so fast now, it couldn’t be much longer before it was over, right? Just as you thought of that a gripping sensation overtook your dick and balls, making you realize you still had those, at least for now. Your hand reached instinctively down there, grabbing your rapidly diminishing dick just as you felt both your nuts shoot up in a growing crevice right below. Soon your once proud cock was nothing more than a little nub, your ball sack having reformed into a pair of meaty lips, framing a foreign opening. And this it was gone; you were now the owner of your own pussy.

Penis becomes Vagina

That voice was getting on your nerves. Thinking that if you could hear it, maybe the one who was speaking could hear you? That would explain the timing of the changes, music when listening to the radio, movies when you were at the TV, food as you were eating, and appearance as you were in front of the mirror. And so, you shouted back.

“What do you want from me?”

The emanating voice was much higher pitched than you had expected, even for a girl. Frustration was started to accumulate, with your powerlessness to stop any of these changes. The lack of response frustrated you even more, and so you shouted again in discontent.

“When I find you, I am going to beat the shit out of you, make you turn me back! You messed with the wrong guy you bitch!”

You sounded so unthreatening with your girly voice, and as you said it you felt the aggression drain from you, and realized that if you ever did find her, you were so diminutive now that you probably wouldn’t be able to act on anything you just said.

Aggressive becomes Submissive

Submissive? Oh no, you were in fact feeling more reserved, less expressive. You knew that if any kind of confrontation would come up you would in fact most likely back down and apologize. You just felt so... weak. Was there anything you could actually do to fight this? As you were about to head out of the washroom, you noticed your clothes, the last piece of masculinity you had left, had started shifting around, changing from a t-shirt and jeans to a very feminine bra and some tight panties, that hugged to your body's new curves, accentuating your femininity, and leaving your fake tits practically popping out. You took one last look in the mirror at the girly girl you had become before heading back out from your washroom.

Men’s Wear becomes Fashionable Girls Clothing

Looking around, your apartment hadn’t changed much, apart that the clothes littered around were no longer boxers and shirts but panties and dresses. Trying to decide between heading out to seek the girl out to try and reason with her, as the speaking out strategy hadn’t seemed to work, you decided on staying in. She would be long gone from the gym by now, and you had no idea where else to start. You should try to go there at the same time tomorrow, see if you could catch her there. In the meantime, you should just stay inside, and try to avoid facing all these changes, maybe go to bed early. Then you remembered you were planning on going clubbing later, maybe that would take you mind off of things, some repetitive music, carefree dancing, swinging your hips for the boys, maybe even grind your ass a bit, try and take one home to keep the fun going late in the night... Wait what? Where did that come from? A sense of dread overtook you as the voice spoke up once more.

Healthy Sex-Drive becomes Raging Libido

Attraction to Women becomes Attraction to Men

That bitch took away your sexuality as well! And made you a slut apparently, a slut that couldn’t wait to take a nice strong man home so she could have her way with her... God these urges were so strong! Maybe, just maybe this could be alright. Just a night of guilt free clubbing, have some wild fun as a girl, and then the next day you would find the girl who did this to you and get her to change you back. Besides, this could be your only chance to ever have sex as a girl, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity could you? If this was going to be temporary, might as well get the most out of it. Somewhere deep inside you a voice was strongly protesting, saying that this was an horrible idea, that this wasn’t you, but you ignored it, keeping your old a powerless witness in this new body, with this new girly mind.

And so the last few details of your life that had a shred of masculinity vanished, Replaced by a feminine counter part. Your bed sheets became satin pink, action and rock posters became romance and pop, sports magazines became fashion magazines.

Man becomes Girly Girl

You smiled and headed to you bedroom, looking through your clothes, trying to find something cute, sexy and a little provocative to wear. Still in the backseat, the old you was powerless to stop your new self from playing dress up for the better part of the night, trying different outfits, all the while making cute poses in the mirror. Finally having decided on a very short dress that showed tons of cleavage, you headed downstairs, getting into your pink Prius, ready for a night out on the town.

-A Year Later-

You were currently on one of your shopping sprees, trying to look for some new sexy underwear, so that you could look good for your boyfriend. He was so good to you, giving you lots of money so you could shop and make yourself look good for him. It was a nice relationship, but the sex life was becoming stale. Luckily you had quite a few boy toys on the side to keep your sex drive in check. It was the best solution. Suddenly you crossed a familiar figure, one you hadn’t seen since that fateful moment at the gym. Your male mind struggle to regain control, trying to shout out for her to change you back, free you from this girly prison. But you were still powerless against this feminine persona, and so you just smiled, and kept on shopping, dooming your masculine self to an eternity of feminity.