The Curse

Stephanie buried her head in her pillow, ignoring the persistent knocking at the front door.  She knew who it was: her boyfriend, Alex. She had watched from the window as his car pulled up, but she didn't want to talk to him.  She had already given him her excuses.  Now she just wanted to be left alone.

But the knocking kept coming.  She wished her Dad were home to send Alex away, but he was out of town on business-- she was on her own tonight.  For the first time since the curse had afflicted her five years ago, there would be no one guarding the door on the night of the full moon.  The thought scared her.

She felt guilty for ignoring Alex.  Tonight was Prom Night, and when he asked her to go with him a few weeks ago, she had been thrilled, even though she had expected it.  They had been dating for almost two years, since the summer after sophomore year, when they had both been lifeguards at the local pool.

So naturally she had said "Yes" when he asked her to the prom.  Then she had checked the calendar and realized that Senior Prom fell on the same night as a full moon.  And, well, that was that.  She had raged in her room for an entire evening, cursing at the vagaries of the calendar and the cruelties of nature, but none of it mattered.  She couldn't go.

She still hadn't been able to bring herself to tell Alex about the curse.  Instead, she had called him yesterday, told him she was sick, and that she wouldn't be able to go.  She had hoped that would be the end of it.  Obviously, she was wrong.

Outside, Alex stopped knocking and rubbed his knuckles.  "Ow," he whispered to himself, and for the hundredth time, wondered if he was doing the right thing.  But there had been something in Stephanie's voice when she had called him yesterday, like she was holding back something, not really telling the truth.  Plus, she had gushed about prom for months, and then, suddenly, to fall sick?  He frowned.  Something was up.

Hesitantly, he gripped the door handle and tried it.  It was unlocked.  He opened the door slowly, peeking his head inside.  "Steph?"

No one answered.  The house was dark, but he could see down the front hallway toward the stairs, and a few lights were on upstairs.  "Stephanie?"

Upstairs, Stephanie sighed and rolled over onto her back.  She was clearly going to have to talk to him.  She slid off the bed and checked herself in the mirror, pushing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder and straightening the wrinkles out of her clothes.  She was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but she still primped herself.  Her eyes were circled with red; it was obvious she had been crying.  She hoped Alex wouldn't notice in the dim light-- it was getting dark outside, and she hadn't bothered to turn on any more.  After all, it wasn't as though she would need light when the curse took hold.

But as she walked down the stairs, Alex flipped the hall lights on from the front door, and she sighed.  This was going to be harder than she thought.

Alex gulped nervously when he saw Stephanie's figure descending the stairs.  Even though they had been dating for two years, part of him worried that someday she would realize that she was absolutely, totally out of his league.  When he had first asked her out two years ago, she had been good-looking, with auburn hair, a cute face, and even back then, she had looked good in a bathing suit.  Since then, her hair had lightened naturally to a pale blonde, and her figure had gotten even more curvaceous.  She was at least a D-Cup, but her waist couldn't have been more than 24 inches.

All the other girls were jealous, but she didn't let it affect her.  She hadn't joined any cliques, and she didn't hang out with the popular kids.  No, she was still normal old Stephanie, whom he had known for years-- but now she was also a total knockout.

As she stepped into the hallway and turned toward him, he saw she was wearing tight cut-off shorts which accentuated her flawless legs, and a T-shirt that would have been loose on most girls but wrapped tightly around her chest.  She looked down at the floor, and shuffled her feet.  "Hi, Alex."

"Are you all right?" he asked.  "When you called yesterday and said you wouldn't be able to make it, I thought…" he rubbed his head.  "Well, I thought I should check up on you."

"Alex, I…" she looked up at him.  "I thought you'd be dressed for prom.  Aren't you still going?"

He looked down at his T-shirt and jeans.  "Well, my date cancelled on me, so I figured there wasn't much point in going.  Umm," he held out the hand he had been hiding behind his back, "I brought you the flowers I'd been planning to give you."

Stephanie's eyes widened at the multicolored bouquet he held out to her.  "Wow, those are beautiful…"  Then, to his surprise, she began to cry.

"What?" he asked, walking toward her.  "What's the matter?"

She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder.  "I'm sorry I cancelled, Alex, it's just… not a good night for me.  I need to spend tonight alone."

"What are you talking about?"  He asked.  "You've been looking forward to Senior Prom for months!  For a while there it was all you could talk about!"

She sniffed, then chuckled.  "I know.  I just didn't realize…"  She took the flowers from him.  "Let me get some water for these."

"Realize what?" he asked.

He followed her as she walked into the kitchen, but she didn't say anything as she got a vase and filled it with water.  "Realize what?" he prompted again.

She suddenly turned to face him.  "I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to say.  I haven't told anyone but my Dad, and…" she suddenly turned to face him, and her red-rimmed eyes seemed to gleam with determination.  "Do you believe in curses, Alex?"

He frowned, taken aback.  "Curses, like… the Mummy's Curse?"

She nodded.  "Yeah.  Or like, werewolves or vampires.  That sort of thing."

"Why do you ask?"

She sighed, and shook her head.  "I don't even know why I'm trying to tell you this.  You'll never believe me.  Just… just go home, and I'll see you at school on Monday."  She lowered her head.  "Please, Alex.  Just leave me alone."

"No," he said firmly, stepping up to her.  "I love you, Steph.  I'd do anything for you.  Something's bothering you.  Please… tell me what's wrong.  I'll spend the whole evening here if it'll make you feel better.  I mean, heck," he grinned, "my evening's free anyway."

She chuckled a bit at that, and so did he.  Then she buried her face in his shirt, and he could feel the wetness from her tears soaking through the fabric.  She stood that way for a long moment before she seemed to make a decision and let go.  "All right," she said.  "You can spend the night.  Dad's out of town, and I was worried about being alone in the house anyway… come on."

Alex smiled, but didn't say anything as she led him upstairs and into her room.  She looked out the window, then sat down and took her socks off, so her legs were bare all the way to her upper thighs.  She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Alex sat next to her, trying to focus on what she was saying and not the fact that he was sitting on the bed of his gorgeous girlfriend with nobody else home.

"You never answered my question.  About curses," she said.

Alex scratched his head.  "Well, I've never seen one.  And since I haven't, it's kind of hard for me to believe in them, you know?"

"Well, I've seen one.  Actually," Stephanie whispered, "I have one."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"I know it sounds crazy," she said.  "But it's true.  My Dad jokes that I must have pissed off a gypsy at some point when I was young, but I don't know.  All I know is that it happens on every full moon.  I…" she blushed, then rubbed the back of her head.

"You what?" Alex asked, smiling.  "Turn into a werewolf?  Go hunting in the moonlight?"

"No!" she shouted, and he leaned backward a bit, caught off guard by her anger.  Then she laughed.  "Sorry.  I know it's hard to believe.  And God, I wish it was something cool like a werewolf.  No, this is…" she looked down at her foot, then over at the window.  "Oh God, it's starting."

To Alex's eyes, nothing had changed, but she lifted up her foot.  "Do you see?"

Alex peered at it.  "What am I looking for?"

She rolled her eyes and lifted her foot onto the bed.  "My toenails."

Alex did, and he realized that her toenails, which were usually pink, had faded to the same color as her skin tone.  On top of that, the skin on her toes was slightly paler than the rest of her, and there was a distinct line between the paleness of her toes and the slightly darker skin of her feet and legs.  Then he realized that the line was slowly moving along her feet toward her ankle-- like the tan was being leeched out of her skin.  He realized Stephanie was trembling.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Every night when there's a full moon I turn into, well," she suddenly sobbed, "a doll.  Feel it!"

Alex reached out and felt Stephanie's toes.  "It's soft.  Not so different from regular, really, but smoother and…" he frowned.  "It's plastic, isn't it?  Like silicone or something."  He squeezed her toes.  "Can you feel them?"

Stephanie nodded.  "I can feel it, but I can't bend my toes or control them.  It's like… I dunno, sort of like I'm paralyzed, except I can feel everything.  That almost makes it worse."  She sighed.  "Crap, it's past my ankle.  I need to hurry and get my clothes off."

"Get your clothes off?" Alex asked.  "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but…"

Stephanie laughed and fell backwards on the bed, undoing her pants.  Alex helped pull them off, letting his hand run along her leg as he did.  She laughed again, and slapped halfheartedly at his hand.  "You'll see.  It changes my figure.  If I keep my clothes on, they'll probably rip."  She was now naked from the waist down, and she scooted up the bed so her back was propped up against the headboard.

She lay there for a moment, then winked at him.  Alex scooted closer, then kicked off his shoes and joined her on the bed.  He ran his hand up her now-silicone foot, then up her leg.

"How long does it take?" he asked her.

She sighed.  "About half an hour or so.  Then it lasts until the moon sets, and it takes another half hour to turn back."

"And during that time, you're just stuck there?"

Stephanie nodded morosely.  "Yeah.  It's boring.  I can't even go to sleep, it's like… I'm frozen there."

"Wow."  Alex watched the transformation as it spread.  "How long has it been happening?"

"For a few years.  Ever since I started having my period."  Stephanie crossed her arms and shivered, and Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.  "Sometimes I wonder if my Mom had something to do with it.  She ran away when I was ten, and neither Dad or I have heard from her since."  She laughed, but Alex felt a tear run down from her cheek onto his shirt.  "Maybe Mom's the one who pissed off a gypsy, and her daughter got the curse.  All I know is, it sucks."

"Oh, come on, it can't be all that bad, can it?"  Alex grinned, then kissed her forehead.  "It's only one night a month."

"But it's so damn weird!" she said.  They sat there for a moment, then Stephanie smiled.  "I was afraid you'd freak out and run away."

Her legs were silicone from the knees down.  "Well," said Alex, "I admit it's kind of freaky.  But it's not that bad."  He reached down and squeezed her shin.  It was totally smooth, and it gave under his hand, almost-- but not quite-- like real flesh.  "It makes you unique.  I mean, no one else in school can transform.  That's pretty cool!"

She laughed, and fell backward onto the bed, pulling him down with her.  They were nose to nose, and then she grinned, pulling him down to kiss him.  "You're awesome, Alex.  You know that?"

He answered with a kiss.  She ran her hands along his back, and he savored her embrace, but a moment later her fingers went slack, and she sighed.  He pushed himself up, concerned, and realized that her hands were beginning to change, too, the transformation making its way up all of her arms and legs now.

Stephanie held up hands up in front of her—they watched as the pale silicone flesh spread down her palms and over her wrists.  She lay her doll's hands by her side, and against her will, she let out a quiet sob.  "I'm sorry, Alex.  I'm a freak…"

"No," Alex said softly.  "You're still beautiful.  And you're still the girl I love."  He gently lifted up one of her hands.  It was a doll's hand now, frozen well past the wrist, with perfectly painted red fingernails.

He put one of her fingers in his mouth, kissing it softly, and she sighed, smiling and relaxing back against the pillow.  "That feels really good."

He did it again, moving down her fingers, kissing them on at a time, gently using his tongue to caress her silicone flesh, and the sigh that escaped her mouth became more of a moan.  He kissed her along the length of her arm, onto her human skin, up her shoulder until he reached her mouth, and they kissed, deeply, passionately, her kiss full of fervent energy.  "If I could," she told him, "I'd tear your clothes off."

"I can help with that." Alex stripped, slipping out of his shirt and pants, and lay beside her in his boxers.  He had a skinny, almost wiry build, but she had always loved the look and feel of his lean muscles, and the lines of his face as he kissed her.  Now he lay down beside her, and she lifted her arms—now frozen up to the elbows—and awkwardly tried to wrap herself around him.

Alex lay on top of her and pressed his legs against hers, enjoying the cool touch of her silicone legs.  He unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her soft, round breasts which thrust into the air.  He rested his chest against her bosom and kissed her again, then moved down to kiss her neck.  She bent her head back, moaning softly.

Suddenly, Alex felt Stephanie's hips shift and change position, and he opened his eyes in the midst of a kiss.  "What happened?  Are you all right?"

Stephanie smiled, amusement in her eyes.  "It depends on what you mean by 'all right.'  My hips get bigger when they turn and…" she winced.  "My waist shrinks.  It feels weird.  Sort of like putting on a really tight corset."

Alex looked down, and sure enough, Stephanie's hips were getting wider, and were lifting from the bed a bit.  His eyes widened as he realized that her butt was swelling, and her already curvy figure was getting even curvier.

As the line of the transformation crossed her crotch, even her delicate pink pussy turned to silicone.  Alex reached down, brushing his finger along her transformed labia, and Stephanie's reaction was immediate: she threw her head back and gasped.  "Oh my god, that's sensitive."  She looked at him and smiled.  "No one's ever touched me there while I've been…. well, changed."

Alex kissed her chest, then inserted his finger into her.  The inside was moist, but it was very much plastic, like someone had taken a silicone mold of a vagina.  Stephanie moaned, and even though she was paralyzed from the waist down now, she reached out, holding him with her semi-frozen arms.  "Oh, god, Alex, please, don't stop.  That feels so good."

Alex ran his finger deeper, and she breathed faster, gritting her teeth as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.  He couldn't wait any longer.  He rested his hands on the bed and slid into her, and as he penetrated deeper she moaned, her face flushed red, and all of her that was still untransformed writhed with enhanced sensation.

As he thrust deep inside her, the doll transformation moved up her chest, and made its way around the curve of her breasts.  As it did, her breasts swelled, growing firm and round and swelling until they were almost the size of volleyballs.  Finally, her nipples transformed, growing wider and bigger, until they were almost a quarter inch long.  As they finished transforming, he ran his fingers around her areolae, and she squealed with delight.

Stephanie was completely frozen now, except for her head and neck, and she gasped, throwing her head back as he ran his hands up and down her silicone curves.  In between breathless thrusts, she managed to speak.  "I love you, Alex."

Her voice was fast now, almost desperate, and tears trickled down the corners of her eyes as the transformation worked its way up her neck.

"Tell me I'm beautiful," she whispered.  "Tell me you love me, curse and all."

"Always," he kissed her neck, then kissed her mouth.  He kept thrusting, and she moaned, and the orgasm reached them both just as the transformation worked its way over her mouth, freezing her lips and shaping them into an open O-shape just as she screamed in pleasure one final time.

As he came inside her, Alex watched as her wide-open eyes turned glassy.  Her eyelashes grew out a bit, and her eyebrows formed into perfect gentle arches as the transformation made its way up the last of her head.  Her hair lightened to a platinum blonde, and as last, Stephanie lay on the bed, fully transformed into the most stunning figure Alex could possibly imagine.

Her body was smooth and silicone and hairless, except for her long blonde tresses.  Her fingers and toes were detailed exquisitely, the nails painted red, and the makeup on her silicone face was beautiful and flawless.  Her breasts were round and perfect, and as Alex lay on top of her, he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressed gently underneath him, her nipples poking into his chest.   Her mouth was frozen open, and as Alex ran his finger inside her mouth, he saw that her tongue and teeth had been transformed into a silicone sleeve, much like her pussy.  Stephanie's eyes were glass, wide-open and staring, unblinking, toward the ceiling.  Her arms and legs were spread wide.

"Can you feel me in there?" Alex smiled, as he traced a finger up her side, following the curves of her hips and chest.  Her eyes stared, glassy and unblinking.  "I'll stay with you," he said.

Trapped in her cursed body, Stephanie wanted to hold his hand, to embrace him, but she couldn't.  But every place that Alex touched felt twice as sensitive as normal, and when he ran his hand along the curves of her body and around the inside of her mouth, she wanted to shiver in pleasure.

Through the night, he stayed with her, holding her, making love to her.  He laid her on her back, adjusting her arms so her doll's body was propped up doggy-style, and did her from behind, her impossibly large, round breasts bouncing with the rhythm as the motion of his hips rocked her body back and forth.  Frozen as she was, unable to moan or cry out or vent her pleasure in any way, the sensations seems to stay trapped within her, building up into orgasm after orgasm, engulfing her mind with pleasure.

He covered her body in lube, massaging it against every inch of her smooth silicone skin, squeezing her breasts and thrusting himself against her cleavage, and through it all she stayed frozen, eyes wide, mouth locked in a O, as wave after wave of pleasure washed through every inch of her doll's body, far more intense than anything she had every felt before.

Then he gently lifted her off the bed, and lowered her into a kneeling position, so her mouth was level with his cock.  Her doll's body stayed frozen in position, so she was able to concentrate fully on the feeling of his shaft as he slowly inserted himself into her mouth, then began to thrust, harder and harder.  Her mouth was every bit as sensitive as her pussy—it made sense, in a way, since she couldn't talk or eat, her mouth was purely for sex now.  She had become a toy, Alex's toy, and she reveled in it, enjoying the feeling of him loving her.

Afterward, he carried her in his arms into the shower and washed her off.  If she had been able, she would have sighed in pleasure as the rivulets of water ran over her body, gently washing away the lube and cum, leaving her clean.  He even washed her hair, gently massaging her silicone scalp, which gave slightly under his fingers.

He dried her off, and that, too, was sensual, as he let his fingers linger over the most sensitive parts of her body.  Then he carried her to bed and lay with her, and they waited for the full moon to finish its journey across the sky.

Early the next morning, Alex woke up, to realize that Stephanie had wrapped her legs tightly around him.  "Steph?" he whispered.  "Did you turn back?"

He ran his hand along her arm; it was still silicone.  But when he reached down and touched her legs, they were definitely human skin again, and her pussy, which she was rubbing against him… it was real, and wet.  He reached down and fingered her, and her legs trembled, hugging him tighter.  He held her close as the reverse transformation worked its way up her torso, and as soon as her hand was free, he moved her arm to his cheek, and she stroked it gently with her fingers.

As her arms became restored, Stephanie reached down with her left hand and massaged his cock, pressing her breasts against him, which shrank slightly as she changed back.

She looked like a normal girl, now, but her head and neck were still those of a sex doll.  Her gorgeous red lips were still locked in an O, and she gave him one more blowjob with her doll's mouth, her body convulsing with pleasure even as his did.

As she was pleasuring him, he felt the insides of her mouth shift, felt her tongue re-form and caress his shaft, and he came just a moment later.  When Stephanie pulled herself back level with him, the transformation had crossed her eyes, and she blinked at him, her green eyes shining, and smiled.

Alex wrapped her in her arms, and ran his hands along her body.  They sat there for a long moment, reveling in the embrace.

"You know," said Alex, "I don't think the transformation went 100 percent of the way back.  You're a little curvier than you were, and your breasts…"

Stephanie smiled.  "That happens.  Over the past few years, each time I transform, my real body ends up resembling the doll's body a little more.  That's why my hair turned blond.  That's why my boobs got big."  She pulled him tighter.  "I don't know when it'll stop.  That's as scary as anything else.  What if someday my body turns into a doll for real?"

"It won't," said Alex, "we'll figure it out before then.  And no matter happens, I'll stay with you."