It had started as a lovely day at the beach for Margret. She'd come to relax a little before possibly seeing if her lover, Karen, was free for some fun later in the day. But her mood had been immediately spoiled by a pair of muscle jocks stomping all over, looking for 'babes' and declaring the beach to be a 'no fags allowed' zone.
Thankfully, they ignored the brunette lesbian, whose plain and modest figure barely registered on their radar as 'babe worthy'. Margret had just kept her eyes closed until they moved on, but their sudden appearance had broken the calm. Of course, she wasn't aware that the two jocks were the original carriers of the 'were breeder' curse, and she was likely infected now too.
Unable to sit any longer, she'd gone and changed out of her one piece bathing suit back into her usual outfit of blue jeans, flats and a loose brown sweater. This was followed by a lesurely stroll down the boardwalk, until she came across a crowd.
"We cannot allow these queers have their way any longer. Marriage is a sacred institution between a man and a woman. However, theses filthy homos treat it like the illegals do to our borders, with no respect!"
The speaker was that right-wing nut Carter Stanwyck. Margret rolled her eyes at his rhetoric, unaware that the state senator's words would have allowed the curse to attach itself to her, had she not already gotten it back on the beach proper.
The lesbian turned away, once more disgusted that her day off was being interfered with by such nonsense. Looking for a distraction from the bigoted speech-making, her gaze turned back to the beach. There she spotted a lovely woman in a bikini subathing, and felt a flush of lust for her. Thus triggering the curse and beginning her change into a straight stereotype.
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The first signs of her transformation began with her jeans as the legs fused into a single tube. As the matetrial shifted from denim to silk, the blue deepened greatly as it became the bottom of a dress that hung just under her knees. Underneath, Margret's socks slide upwards, smoothing out her legs and highlighted the muscle tone. As they finished becoming stockings, they clipped themselves into the garter belt that ripped itself from her altering panties, whose whiteness had been consumed black.
Her flats began changing, brown leather turning into blue velvet while three inch heels pushed outward, forcing the lesbian's posture to straighten out and making her stand a bit taller. This in turn made Margret's now swelling ass jut out even more as blue silk pulled across its rounded glory. Then her hips widened greatly with a loud crack.
But Margret didn't see or hear any of that, as her ears and eyes were now glued to Senator Stanwyck, whose speech now gripped her with its....rightness. Especially when it came to the gays and immigrants, she found herself agreeing with him more and more as her desire shifted from ladies to men.
Her brown sweater came under attack next, as it too began to turn the same shade of blue like the rest of her clothes. Its bottom edge fused with the long skirt, as the knitted wool smoothed out into fine silk. The sleeves thinned out, clinging to her arms revealing they'd become more graceful. The neckline plunged into an gentle v, uncovering an elegant neck. In thr meantime, her modest bust plumped up a cup size, her bra morphing to contain the surge of tit flesh.
In her mind, the old Margret was fighting a losing battle against the straight persona had grown out of hearing the Senator's speech. This identity was older, and wiser. It began to assert self, burying the lesbian under an avalanche of new memories, among which was the day she married her politician husband.
Margret's dark hair lightened to a blonde mixed with a few streaks of silver. It withdrew until it had become a stylish bob. Lips grew firmer, as her jaw slimmed. A few hints of wrinkles appeared to frame her eyes as brown gave way to blue. Other bits of make-up came into place, giving her the look of an experienced socialite.
As a necklace of gold and blue glass beads wrapped around her neck, her wedding band looped itself around her ring finger. A bracelet and a watch also popped into existence around her wrists. Taking a moment to check her dazzling hair, the new woman began to approach the man at the podium...
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"And how could I stand here today without introducing the woman behind the man, my wife and partner in all things, Maggie Stanwyck..."
The crowd clapped a loudly as Maggie made her way to her husband, the Senator. They embraced and kissed deeply, which drew cheers from the audience. She smiled the winning smile that she'd perfected years ago, and raised Carter's hand up!
"My husband will be your voice in the capital! Four more years! Four more years!"