As the two drunk homophobes slept and made out with one another, the curse cringed, as it watched their bodies slowly revert back into their homosexual selves, a lean hiphop dancer and a gothic loner. If it had a mouth, it would gag and vomit at the fact that homosexual contact done by were-hets would weaken its power and cause them to revert faster.
Thankfully, the opposite was true as well, and far greater when homosexuals repel one another, causing them to remain as they are much longer-and some of them even permanent.
Because of the shame the Ex-Percival and Mark had caused to him, it made a firm decision in sealing them as heterosexuals for good, as for how?
With their wives of course.
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A few hours earlier, Cecilia and Daphne sneaked into the ladies restroom behind a clean stall, making out and love to one another shamelessly with no reservations.
Like Kevin, Daphne was an outstanding dancer and had successfully nailed it earlier in the hiphop dance off-currently taking a break as her girlfriend Cecilia pounced onto her, a shy gothic loner at first glance but an incredible sweetheart. Daphne just cannot resist her cuteness.
The curse laughed at the irony of this situation, a hiphop dancer and a loner! They will be perfect for the Doctor Duo! Only to add the twist of the female hiphop dancer to partner with the male loner, and the opposite as well, both to be destined to be the other’s conservative aggressively heterosexual partner.
The two Asian American girls continued to make out with one another, even beyond the usual as they missed many essential parts of the dance off, unknowingly to both of them-happened the Dr Percival Chang transformation of their former admired, gay dancer.
“I love you so much Cecilia!” Daphne constantly groped her other. Initially dressed in her hiphop attire, a red hoodie with a white tank top and sports bra, grey sweatpants and sneakers to cover her lean fit body as a faint six pack could be seen-next to her B-cups. Short blonde cropped-cut hair and blue contacts, She was basically a tomboy-and a very American one in fact! No way was anyone calling her a meek asian!
“Me too Daphne....” Cecilia blushed nervously, initially dressed in a black hoodie, her somewhat fatty bod being concealed under a black teeshirt and binders to hide her upper womanhood which were D-cups. Also wearing black sweatpants and sneakers to support her girl, her hair and eyes were already raven black, but she had black mascara and lips, kissing her babe lovingly.
The both of them initially wore that clothing as they were now doing it. The both of them initially looked like that and cause at this moment in time, they are very different, as the curse shows a replay of what happened to them, starting with that piercing initial monologue-
"In the end, education is absolute, and only those who follow a strict regime shall prosper in life. Those who oppose tradition shall be nothing worse than men who fool around with other boys ."
REPEL!
Almost instantly, the girls were picked up out of their stall and repelled into opposite ends of the woman’s bathroom, Daphne towards the door and Cecilia towards the last restroom. Their clothes remaining in the stall for now-shortly to be transfigured and magnetized onto their respective wearers.
As they were already making out during that dull but stern sounding monologue, it caused the full power of the curse to explode and sent them packaging. In a mid comatose state as their eyes were in swirls, looking at the other-and soon to be own reflections.
Their feet were the first, with Daphne’s losing her spunk and damage from all that dancing-developing two left feet as they begin shrinking greatly, with the nails growing back and slowly being painted as a result of her inner femininity increasing. In contrast, Cecilia’s already comfortable feet grew much firmer but smaller, not doing some artsy workouts but ones that a lady needs to keep fit, former black painted toe nails shifting to a typical red like the lady opposite her.
Their feet successfully shrunk to size 6s, appropriate for an Asian lady-which would be even smaller if their personas were not intended to be like those of a Matriarch, as their sneakers tore apart and reformed themselves. Colors shifting to only a primary red, with a small firm mould pushing out at the back with the front being like those of an open-slope. Turning into red-heels as they were carefully slipped onto the ladies’ feet, like they were treated like queens back at home.
The both of them slowly got up, their exposed legs thinning out greatly, losing tons of lean muscle mass for Daphne and fats for Cecilia. Thinning out lady-like and slender, shrinking Daphne down from 6ft and rising Cecilia’s 5ft 5 up to a modest 5ft 7, a perfect height for a dominant matriarch as they became toned but thin, like those who ran routinely in the gym to keep fit but not training excessively like a butch-fitness was only one quality of a lady.
Identical in every way for now, but clothing itching to be different. Almost like a form of rivalry as their sweat pants wrapped around their hips, swooshing left and right like the qualities of a feminine but dominant lady, as the sweatpants shifting to more silky material.
Daphne’s ass downsized in muscle mass and roundness of a bubble butt whole Cecilia’s lost an excessive amount of fat-becoming fit but still having that roundness-like one a mom would have. Stretch-marks appearing on both of their thighs, as their pubes get shaved off spotlessly, holes expanding wider than usual as their asses became modest-but gorgeous and oriental buttocks of a MILF.
Their dyke pussies were already at pre-cum earlier, but the juices are shortly going to be wiped off as the sweatpants turned the opposite color that they were-turning black for Daphne and grey for Cecilia, almost as a symbol of irony of their love for their soon to be ex-girlfriend, the sweatpants looped into firm office skirts of a conservative, with a special but small rose flower pattern etched above on the cloth pressing against their right-thighs, pink for the grey Cecilia and red for the black Daphne.
Getting up, the both starred at the other, a part of them yelling out but the only thing that came out was contempt, and distrust. Almost as though love became rivalry as the curse continued to fill in the gaps.
The once busty breasts of Cecilia became a modest level of C-Cups as Daphne’s rose to the occasion like hers. The Ex-Loner’s tummy deflated gratefully, heaving a sigh of relief as she did not want to be pregnant the third time as she had work to do. Daphne’s on the other-hand lost its eight pack snd became stretched but not fat-identical to Cecilia, she was a mom too, so of course she had gotten pregnant before-no time for core exercises.
Their backs definitely softened themselves yet posture remaining straight, being trained from young to be prim and proper-or risk being canned or spanked by a ruler, Cecilia’s shoulders wifened while Daphne’s shrunk, both firmed up together and cloned as softness strength back echoed one another’s back. Like a woman not to be messed around with.
Now comes the changing of their arms, as they thinned out greatly, losing the muscle snd fat each one had as women had to be reliant on their husbands, at least that’s what has been said by their forefathers. Yet still, developing average firmness, enough strength to whip and discipline kids into shape.
Their hands definitely became more weathered, with lines appearing all over, and spots appearing onto their wrists. Matured with age as their finger nails, Daphne used to have rainbow ones as a big FUCK YOU to homophobes, now completely trimmed off as it was not prohibited in her line of work. The same went for Cecilia as gothic black definitely was unacceptable in her traditional culture as well.
Speaking of unacceptable, they were disgusted at the opposite woman’s nakedness. Not pleased to see such a thing as their heart now yearns for only men. Yet something about the other’s body seems familiar, as though they had seen it since their birth.
The sports bra and binders both simultaneously popped larger, with an identical rose insignia like their skirts as they became silky bras which wrapped and grabbed hold of the respective C-Cups. A vibration occurred internally, as it triggered hold of memories of a taller, conservative patriarchal man massaging them lovingly, love like they never felt when they grew up.
The tank tops swapped colors and attached themselves onto their now more feminine body, filling up the sides with sleeves as the middle grew a pop down collar around their meek neck, with a row of buttons splitting apart the middle before the buttoned up themselves into a female dress top.
Now comes the greater difference, while they swapped colors as well as the hood being left behind at the stall, The remaining bits of Cecilia’s now red hoodie grew shorter at the sides as a the material shifted to those of a luxurious silk from japan. A collar and side designs infringed itself as it became a red blazer, buttoning itself at the cuffs and the two buttons at her tummy area.
Daphne’s remaining, now black hoodie, grew longer than usual at the bottom as four set of buttons buttoned up around her crotch area. The material became slanted, like its being pulled to the side as it too, gained a luxurious silk from Japan. Spotting her gorgeous figure, was a black trench coat she prided upon having.
Already asian, their skin became yellowish and fairer as though they were routinely applying skin products to keep themselves youthful looking-though not so well considering wrinkles and aged lines appearing on her neck and face, middle aged as they became more concerned about their appearances, prissy women as crows feet set upon their eyes which began to dilate with their epicanthic folds becoming fuller to represent their Japanese olden heritage.
Which is completely is against homosexuality.
Fuming mad, and pent up frustration from the vain imagination of hugging the other lady, Hah! A Japanese lady would not soil her fingers with the likes of any girl, especially not the other lady, something about the similarity of the other really bugs her out, as more memories come into place.
Slowly walking up to the other, arrogance and flair had done one another as they were raised in a really well respected country called Britain, an expert at Queen’s English before learning polite manners of the Japanese language alongside other oriental languages as well-both of them being top of their classes in Health Sciences, gaining a Doctorate in nursing, though they do not like to be called that as they wish to just be called Mrs so and so in order to exalt their respective patriarch.
The Ex-Loner’s disgusting image of a butch woman harassing her shifted to a Strong Chinese man, with a cute but incredibly firm and stern tone as he too-prided on academics and family honor. She loved that about him, and the fact he was a Chinese who had to work his butt off to make it to the school she easily got in due to family connections in Britain. The moment she met him, thanks to her colleague-now brother in law, Mark Riches, she concluded it was time to end the China-Japan war.
The Ex-Butch Dancer felt anger at mental image of her touching a rebellious liberal teenager before it then shifted to the Crusty Carribean-Indian, Mark Riches. Who always scored top in his class with the dull-stern army scholarship guy, Percival Chang, who is now her brother in law. Mark always went out drinking nights with the four of them, getting mostly close to her despite the identical similarities of the two ladies. He always found something special in her, and he was always the charming yet inquisitive talkative one in their group, a bit annoying at times but he really knew how to plough her hard.
Anger being mildly contained, as the new husbands filled their minds-overtaking their love for woman. The raised their chin at the other, grewing squarish round with a petite but golden adam’s apple containing the vast amount of languages each other knew.
Cecilia’s hair grew darker surprisingly enough, making sure there isn’t a trace of caucasian in pitch black, the wavy shortness it once had puffed up at the top and lowered all the way to just above her shoulders, hair-spraying an olden Japanese hairstyle into place.
Daphne’s shaved sides exploded, as the dyed hair faded away back to pitch black, hair reaching near shoulder length before its get tied and sprayed into place as a black beehive, representing her authority as a matriarch.
As their facial features finalized, the remaining hoodie had split into various parts, turning into expensive and appropriate accessories for the ladies as it went side by side the final bits of transformation, both of them almost at each other’s breath, barely resisting the urge to bitch slap the other.
Their nose thinned out, scenting the crick crack of beads being looped around the neck, and right wrist-which represents their right winged stand. Excessive pride rose to their lips as their lips became coated with a lovely red, pearl earrings hung around each other’s ears as a representation of their wealth. The cheek bones became saggier, but not too much, representing their middle age beyond their forties as time is ticking, as expensive gold watches looped around each other’s left wrist. Mrs Chang’s eyesight was perfect, but her dear sister Mrs Riches’ contacts fell off and reframed themselves into prescription glasses, that was the one upside Mrs Chang had upon the other, and she always prided on it.
The final bits came into place, the final strings of the hoodie looped around each of their married and aged ring fingers, twisting and turning as they recalled and flushed at the thought of their spouses marrying them, heterosexual sex as their hatred for men-specially straight, dominant, conservative ones, faded into love as their former love for women turned into complete and harsh discipline, specially for those with excessive unruly chatter and are not following the natural order.
The glared at each other whilst images of them making love with their strong partners, eyes shifting to black as they-they-
Priscilla Chang and Delphine Riches CAME into existence, as an expensive titanium ring looped around their slender, yet mildly wrinkled fingers, the initials CHANG and RICHES engraved on their respective rings, in diamonds nonetheless!
The husbands wanted the best for their wives, Titanium being a strong natural metal, representing their Earth-destined personalities. And Diamonds, besides being a girl’s best friend, they were the elements that can cut glass and homosexuality From existence.
And they determined to cut it beyond the core.
“Touching me again like when you are younger, are you sister?!” Priscilla scoffed, arrogantly picking up her Japanese-fan and fanning herself due to the heat and stress she experienced from the other.
“How dare you! You were the one touching me!” Delphine responded, clenching her middle-aged fists angrily, almost wanting to claw her if only her job did not require her to trim her nails regularly.
The two nurses intended to surprise their special husbands with a special visit, but unknowingst to the other twin, they thought the same plan-which eventually lead the both of them encountering their identical in the ladies restroom.
“Hah! You are the incompetent one
Priscilla! The only thing redeemable about you is your well-mannered husband! Can’t imagine a noble-prize winner like him would marry a disgraceful brat such as yourself!”
“I would say the same thing to you! Can never understand why Dr Riches would even consider you after what YOU DID! After all-You gave birth to a filthy faggot!”
“HOW DARE YOU!”
“HMPH!” Both ladies parted different ways from each other, pent up frustration and anger seeded through their brains as they arrogantly walked down the opposite hallways to one another.
The curse smirked at its brilliant plan, as it sent two atomic bombs, each of them destined to land on the homosexuals and shortly BLOWING them up with only their new heterosexual doctor selves remaining.