Willy looked up into the face of a pretty, well-endowed girl and swallowed. “H-hi,” he said weakly.
The girl smiled back and said “Looks like you’ve been cursed with a shrinking curse.”
“Uh, yeah!” replied Willy, turning red with embarrassment “It was way bigger before, like three times the size!”
The girl chuckled and said “not that silly. Well, yes that technically, but the rest of you too.” There was a beat of silence and her meaning sank in.
“You mean you’re not a giant,” he gulped, “I’ve been…”
“Yup, shrunk.”
“How do I break the curse?” he asked.
She grimaced. “You can’t,” she sighed “The curse was cast just outside the male dorm building; for some reason any curse cast with twenty feet of this dorm is permanent.”
“Oh,” he said, looking down. Another beat of silence. “Wait. Did you say this was the male dorm but you’re…” He looked up at her and studied her face closer. It was feminine, and she was wearing make and earrings, but…
“I’m a guy, yeah,” ‘she’ replied. “My curse is anything I wear changes into female clothing, so I decided to embrace it and found I like crossdressing.”
“And your…” Willy started to gesture, then remembered he was naked, and quickly clamped his hands over his crotch.
“That’s my other curse,” the boy replied “It made me grown breasts; I wake up every Monday with C-cups and each day go up a size until Monday rolls back around and they go back to Cs.”
“Why would anyone…” frowned Willy.
“Some girls didn’t take kindly to my ‘crossdressing’. They thought I was making fun of them so…”
“That’s…that’s…” replied Willy, scrunching up his face in confusion.
“I don’t get it either,” shrugged the boy. “Anyway, we should find you some clothes. I have just the thing.” Before Willy could protest, the boy grabbed him and lifted him up. The boy rolled his chair over to a display cabinet and opened it up. “What do you think?”
Willy stared at the collection of Barbies, taken off guard. As he was trying to formulate a response it hit him. Those Barbies looked to be about the same height as him. Surely the boy didn’t mean…
Then again, the boy was a crossdresser. And not just acrossdresser against his will; he’d admitted he’d embraced it and even liked it, so of course it wouldn’t occur to him that Willy could possibly object to putting on a Barbie’s dress.
Willy swallowed and…