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As I was leaving Tolly, I couldn’t help but question the townspeople’s motives. They seemed to know that the contagion stopped once the transformation was complete, so why kill the affected? The bearded man’s reasoning didn’t quite make sense to me; because no man should have to suffer being a woman? Maybe if he tried it out, he wouldn’t be so quick to call for death.

I certainly didn’t think death was better than being a woman for the rest of my life. If it was true, and there was no reversing the curse, then so be it. Having sex as a woman was great fun, and I could only imagine there were many other perks to being a lady—some of which I was looking forward to discovering. Who was he to say what was right and what was wrong?

Sure, it would have been nice to have been asked before being cursed myself, but had I been asked, I would have obviously said no and I would have never discovered the joy of getting my pussy pounded to orgasm. I would have never experienced the joy of seeing myself in the mirror, looking sexy—seeing men’s faces light up when I flirted with them. Being a woman was fun.

As I hiked back towards Edinburgh, I found myself looking forward to my next transformation. I was already planning my night. I would try to find one man who was willing to fuck me all night long. I wanted it to last all night—lots of oral, lots of toys, lots of fucking. I wanted to be exhausted by the end of it. I wanted my pussy to hurt from being fucked to no end. I wanted my tits to hurt from being slapped and squeezed. I wanted to be filled with and covered in warm cum—I wanted to spread it all over my body and I wanted to taste it on my lips.

I felt the familiar headache coming on as I approached Edinburgh. Excitement filled my heart as it was sent aflutter. I started running towards the public bathroom in the park on the edge of the town. I wanted to try out a new makeup style—something sleek and sexy. Had there been more time, I would have hit up the mall and bought some new outfits to wear, but I didn’t mind my little black dress for the time being.

The transformation was almost painless. Had it not been for the mounting cravings, I would have stood in front of that bathroom mirror all night, staring at myself, admiring myself. I loved the way I looked. Never as a man had I loved the way I looked. Never had I been compelled to stare at my own reflection for longer than the time it took to brush my teeth.

That guilt I was used to feeling when I picked out a target was no longer there—at least, not in the same way. I still felt bad that they were going to be in for a big shock at the next full moon, but I knew they were going to love it in the end, just like I loved it. In a way, I was giving them a gift they didn’t know they wanted, something they were going to cherish for the rest of their lives. How could anyone not cherish such an amazing gift?

And as for the people of Tolly, if they wanted to spend their nights hiding out in that little bar, hating everything they didn’t understand, then that was up to them. I would tell all of my victims from that point on, before leaving them for the night, “Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere near the town of Tolly.” I got some weird looks, but hopefully, if they ever saw that sign pointing towards Tolly, they would turn back. And if they did decide to go into Tolly, then I hope they made a big splash. I hope they spread that curse onto every last person in that town so they could all realize it wasn’t a curse at all, but a blessing, a gift, the best goddamn thing that would ever happen in their lives.

Because getting jumped by that wild werewoman outside of Tolly was the best damn thing that had happened in my life.

THE END