You run back to where the carnival was the day before, but you stop panting as you realize
with dawning horror that the carnival must be over. You can see some of the stalls being
packed up and there are some lorries driving off down the road.
With renewed vigor you sprint into the carnival dodging several carnies who shout that you
are'nt supposed to be there. Then you skid to a halt, you almost missed it, in fact you
know you missed it before, but there is a small tent next to an old fashioned horse drawn
caravan, Which states this attraction is "The Famed Magnificent Madame Malfeasia". You
knock gently, then flush realizing that this is a tent, but a voice call out from within telling
you to enter.
You lift the flap slip through the entrance. " I-I-I'm s-s-sorry to dis-disturb y-y-you M-
Mame, b-but I-I-I w-was wo-wo-wondering if you could help me", you rushedly stutter
out, suddenly nervous.
"Why, of course my dear what shall it be" Says the Gypsy, her age clear in her faint rasping
whisper of a voice, "Your fortune perhaps?"
"Actually, I was hoping to gain you forgiveness" You state.
"Whatever for-" She trails off as you step into the light. "Who might you be to be affected
such" now scowling at you, your fear comes back four-fold.
"My m-mo-mother d-did you a-a mi-misdeed i-i-in h-her youth" you begin to to beg "
and she was cursed that her child should change, but she realized her misdeed but
believing that you were likely dead from age that there would be no hope for me to change
back, I wish to be a boy again, I'll do anything" You rush out " - not that theres anything
wrong with being a girl, it's just I'm not one, at least I wasn't" You quickly add, as her eyes
begin to glint.
"My boy you are justly cursed"You deflate "But . ." Joy! she appears to ponder. "Perhaps i
could adjust the punishment so it fits that your mother repents" She totters off and returns
some minutes later clutching a vial of what you can only assume is a potion. "Drink this
she commands" You do as she says and the potion burns all the way down. You
immediately
begin retching and fall to the ground in pain. After a few minutes of agony the pain lets up
and, cautiously, you stand up. You begin checking yourself all over, mentally celebrating
as
you appear to be a boy again flat chest and bulging crotch and all.
"Come with me and i'll show your new body" you dutifully follow her into her caravan,
which is very mundane on the inside. Much like your grandmothers house, full of doilies
and objects de art, and that strange smell that just says old. She leads you too a full
length mirror and your mouth falls open. "You may be male again, but pink will still color
your flag" She intones ominously. You ignore her as you have no idea what she means.
Turning to the mirror again you admire you new body with its long blond hair , smooth
face and wide shoulder which taper into a nice v-shape which shows above your low slung
jeans. Jeans which you not show off you nice new large package and faint treasure trail
and turning note they also show off your arse which you subconsciously thrust out.You
also
not you have long slender legs and an overall appearance of grace and an almost
predatory air, probably because you'r still part cat you suppose.
Yes you think I'd definatly do me. The do a double take, do me? Since when do i do boys.
Fuck, thats what she meant about pink, well at least I'm still a man where it counts.
You turn to the old Gypsy and begin thanking her purfusly, out of equal parts gratitude
and relief that she did'nt make it worse.
You leave thinking, well so what if i wank off to men, i still don't have to have sex with
them - no one has too know.