Vincent Donofrio was eager to start his summer. It was his last summer vacation before senior year and he only had a month before he
had to go work at his uncle Tony's garage to help pay for college.
Vince was a mostly average highschool student: he kept on the honor roll (but with more B+s than actual As); he played for the football
team (he wasn't one of the best players, but he was good enough to stay on first string); and his family was considered upper middle
class (his dad's job payed good, but he spent so much time traveling for his job he was almost never home, his mom stayed home). The
only thing that set Vince apart was that he was one of the most attractive guys at school, and he made use of this. He had slept with
every girl in his school above a 7, and some below, just for kicks. He was notorious for dumping girls after he'd slept with them, but he
was just too irresistable to them. Other than his womanizing, however, he was a mostly good kid. But every hero has his tragic flaw.
Vince paid for his ticket and walked through the gate. The carnival was rather large for a traveling gig, and he was eager to check it out.
He played some games and grabbed a bite at the Italian food stand, then headed for the magician's show.
But on the way, he was stopped by the fortune-telling lady. She wore a polkadot bandana and a matching shawl around her shoulders.
Hoop earrings hung from her ears and bangles jangled against her wrists. Her crystal ball swirled with a mysterious blue smoke, but
Vince thought it was just electronic.
"Vincent Donofrio!" she called out his name, making him stop. "You have a turbulent future ahead of you! Come, sit. Learn what will
happen if you do not change your ways!"
The magician wouldn't start for another fifteen minutes, so Vince shrugged and walked over.
"How did you now my name?" he asked as he sat down.
"Madame Voyance's crystal ball sees all," she said matter-of-factly. Vince figured she must have seen his driver's liscense as he paid for
his meal across the street. "You are a good person, Vincent; I can feel it. But you have a fatal character trait which prevents you from
being clear of evil: you are a womanizer!"
Vince was a little scared by this true statement and felt pretty guilty, but it was what Madame Voyance said next that freaked him out.
"You will have a year to curb your habits. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with prosperity and your heart's desire." Here, he rolled
his eyes at the generic fortune. The gypsy saw this and became angry, her eyes flashing with warning. "But it you fail, you will be
cursed with your own flaw! You will become completely irresistable...to any man with even the slightest gay tendencies. You will be
consumed by the urge to be fucked by him, and he to fuck you until both of you give in and rut like wild beasts! For every load he
empties into you, he will grow more dominant and manly while you become more submissive and boyish until you become his obedient
slave! So, beware your habits, or they will become your Hell!"