To keep her voice low, Pam rolls over on her side and puts her arm around me so she can whisper into my ear. It is very disconcerting, the fact that a pretty naked girl is embracing me and I'm not getting hard (given that it's AWOL.) Then I feel my nipples stiffening a little as they press against hers, and weird as it is, that somehow makes me feel better. Maybe because it means that I'm still a normal guy down inside? I don't know.
She whispers, "I'm sorry, Brad. It's been a long time since this happened."
"Since what exactly happened?" I hiss quietly. "You know about it?"
She smiles, looking a little apologetic. "I'm afraid I do. Look, it isn't my fault, okay? Well, I'm involved, but it isn't anything I did on purpose. I've actually been successfully avoiding this for the last few years."
Nothing so far sounds like an explanation at all. "Why am I like this?"
"I don't remember anything, but from the evidence apparently we made love last night." She looks around and realizes we aren't the only people in the room. Then she must decide that facing me nose to nose is good enough and settles down onto the carpet with me. With a slightly embarrassed giggle she adds, "Looks like we had an audience."
I clear my throat a little. "Um. I don't remember either. But what does what we did have to do with anything?"
She smiles again, rueful now. "This is the reason I never have sex anymore. Unfortunately, once in a while I let myself get too drunk to know better. If it's any consolation, at least this means I'm a good match for you."
I struggle to make sense out of her statement. Given I have bigger tits than hers and matching plumbing, it's hard to question anything, but some of what she just said seems off topic. "What do you mean?"
She sighs. "My grandmother did this. When I was a teen, she caught me and my cousin experimenting with Lesbian sex. She was furious, and unfortunately, she was also a real, honest-to-goodness Gypsy witch. She cast a curse on us. If we ever did that with each other again, we'd both get pregnant, and if we ever did it with a compatible lover, someone we could be happy together with, we would wake up after making love to find them the opposite sex."
It took a while for me to sort out what she was saying. "That's... very hard to believe."
After looking down and studying me for a bit, she mutters, "Your bust size is very hard to believe. I'm kinda jealous. But the fact that you have them should help you to believe me. I turned a guy into a girl in college, and a girl into a guy after I tried to outwit the curse by going strict Lesbian. In both cases, they ended up hating me and broke up. As far as I know, they stayed switched from then on. You're actually the first person of either sex I've made love to after that girl. I've been a good girl since college until now. Brad, I'm really seriously sorry."
Those caring, apologetic eyes and the cute body pressing against me both are making very difficult to get mad at her. But I have someone else to be mad at now, anyway. "Where is this grandmother of yours? Can't she do something?"
Pam shakes her head sadly.. "Grandma died a couple weeks later. Mom thinks the strain of casting such a powerful curse at her age was too much for her. Curses take a lot out of you, and she was casting it on two people at once."
I lay there trying to sort my feelings out. "Compatible lover... what the hell did she mean by that?"
"That's not her words. She said, 'The one with whom you can happily share love and life.' In other words, this apparently means we're right for each other." Her mouth purses, and I can see sad memories flickering in her eyes. "Of course, the other two were too angry with me to believe it. The thing is, Mom thinks Grandma was trying to help us, not hurt us. She probably only wanted us to stay away from each other and to end up with men, and never considered the possibility one of us might be turning guys into girls instead."
"So your cousin is also..." I don't know how to end the sentence, but Pam nods.
"Yes, but she loved the butch type, and the very first one she changed into a guy ended up liking it. They're married, with two kids and a nice house now."
I stay silent. Really, I have no idea what to say next. What the hell do you say in this situation?
Pam does though. "You have two questions you need to ask."
"What?"
"Do you stay this way all the time, and is there any way to fix it?"
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