"The only reason I ask is really because this," she says motioning toward Jen, "is unnatural, much like yours truly."
Jen balked, "Wait what?"
"Oh yeah, I was transformed at a young age. Some girl thought it would be funny to give me a cock and balls. Town curse is a myth and all, you know? Little did she know she would be fucked by the very cock she helped create!" Laney laughed at her own devious-self. "But your curse? I bet I know how it works, because that was the best sex I've ever had in my life, and there's no way it should have ever happened."
"Y-you do?"
"Look Jen, can I call you Jen? Skip class with me today, we'll dress you up so no one knows its you and get you someplace safe."
Jen didn't notice the look in her eyes when she made the suggestion, and within moments they were packed up into Laney Fonda's car, and off to wherever she had in mind.
It took about fifteen minutes before they arrived at a respectable house in a suburb not far from the downtown area. Two stories, a double door, and standard yard of about an acre. Inside was very well kept, with hardwood floors, a mahogany dining table and chairs, and a large living room with a wrap around leather sofa.
"Nice digs Miss Fonda."
"Please, call me Laney, I've had my cock in your face, remember?"
"Trust me Miss Fonda, I haven't forgotten."
"Who is this Laney? Did you bring over a friend?" From out of one of the side rooms that appeared to be an office, a curvaceous woman came into view. She wore a halter over a lacey shirt, and dress slacks. Ink sleeved both her arms and across her chest. Hearts, skulls, and butterflies all intermingled in an elegant fashion. Her eyes were bright green, and her face framed by dark wavy shoulder length hair.
Staring into those eyes, Jen felt it again. Something was changing, and as her blood ran cold she immediately started checking herself out for what was different, but so far as she could tell, nothing had yet changed.
"She's a cutie. What are you doing home from work so soon?" The mystery woman said.
"Took a sick day. This one is special."
"Is that so?" Her mouth parted in an intrigued smile, her cheeks filling out and eyes widening. "How is that so?"
"Who is this?" Jen asked, feeling like a piece of meat.
"Remember that girl that gave me a penis? This is her. Jennifer Smith, meet Stephanie."
"But you can call me Stef, it's easier when you're screaming my name during sex." She giggled, and it sounded lovely. "So what is so special?" Laney stepped up and whispered in her ear.
"So... that's how so."