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It was probably obvious that I was checking her out as she worked out at the gym. Part of me felt bad, because I think I was making her uncomfortable; every time we made eye contact, she quickly averted her gaze. For some reason, I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to avoid looking at her eyes to focus on her body; this just made me feel like more of a creep. And yet, I began to just stare at her smooth, flat crotch. The longer I stared, the less smooth and flat it became until there was a clear and noticeable bulge. Was she actually a man? Or a transsexual? No, that seemed to spout up like magic out of nowhere!

Suddenly, she stopped exercising and came up to me. She grabbed the bulge in her crotch and looked me right in the eye. “I think this belongs to you,” She said with an accent.

“No, I mean, that’s...” I stammered as I reached a hand down the front of my own sweatpants to discover she was right. Instead of finding a penis between my legs, I now clearly had a vagina.

“I apologize for this,” She said shyly, “But if you want it back, I will need to break your cherry.”

“My what?”

“This is a curse I have. If you wish to get your manhood back, you will first need to experience what it is like to experience womanhood. Those are just the rules...”

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