Cursed Tune Part 1
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I told myself that my curse was a secret I’d take to the grave, but when my wife of five years opened up about her fantasy of being with a woman, I brought her to the piano. I told her to stand and watch while I played. As I began to play the notes, I told her the story of what happened long before I met her. I’d run afoul of a witch, and she’d put a curse on me while she whistled the melody that I now played for my wife. Whenever I hear it, be it whistled or played, I will begin to transform into a beautiful woman, and stay that way until the stroke of midnight. I felt the magic stirring within me as I played note after note. My hair grew longer, my features softened, my pecs became large breasts. As I played the last note, I became fully woman. I looked at my wife, and instead of shock, she was drooling over my feminine form. “Let’s go to bed,” she said hungrily. Maybe, just maybe, that witch did me a favor.
