Cursed Tune Part 3
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It’s important to me that I stay fit, so I like to hit our home gym first thing every morning. I was just getting started when I heard my wife whistling the cursed tune from down the hall. I felt the tingle all over my skin that let me know the magic was taking effect, reshaping and feminizing me. By the time my wife whistled the last few notes and stepped into the room, I had transformed into a beautiful woman. “Dammit, honey,” I whined. “It’s so early in the day for this, and I was just about to begin working out.” My wife nodded, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. They were drinking in my curves. “Oh, don’t let me stop you dear,” she said with a voice filled with lust. “I was hoping I could just…study your moves. Maybe get some pointers.” I rolled my eyes as I picked up the weights. “Yeah, I’m sure.” The weights were too heavy in this form, and I swapped them out for lighter ones, then began doing lunges with them. At the end of that set my wife said, “Everything you do just oozes sex appeal when you look like this.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll try not to let that damage my male ego. Are you really just gonna stand there and watch me work out the whole time?” I made a show of getting down on all fours and began doing leg lifts. “Ooh yeah,” she replied softly. “I could watch you work up a sweat in that body all day. But of course, you’ll need a shower after. And I’ll be there to watch that too.” I’m beginning to wonder if my wife prefers my female self. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I cant help but wonder if I do too.