Amulets: Catfishing

Darius pulled into the hotel's parking lot and turned off his car. The large African-American man took a moment to mentally prepare himself, psyching himself up for the weekend ahead of him. The bouncer rolled the strange circular amulet he'd found at the club around in his meaty hands, staring into it's crystalline depths as he both looked forward to, and dreaded, what was to come next.

"Okay, you're the man, the boss, the big dog. This ain't nothing but a nice hustle you've got for yourself, it don't mean nothin'! You just go in there, you do your thing for three days and then you make bank! Then you get the hell out of there and go home with a wad of Benajamins in your pocket! Then you go out and you find some fine little honey to make you feel like a man again! You got this, baby! Yeah bro, YEAH!"

It was Darius's typical routine, telling himself that he was still a man on the inside. The large man was, of course, a pinnacle of male perfection on the outside; a incredibly buff body, a strong, almost Denzel like face (but younger) and a deep, warm voice that vibrated the juices out of any woman he went after. But after a year of using this...thing, and doing all the things he'd been doing...Darius wasn't so sure anymore.

It had all started when he'd been working the graveyard shift at the club. Most of the patrons had left, and only the 'rougher' girls were getting up on stage. Darius was doing a routine policing of the empty backroom lounges and the booths in the front of the club when one of the flashing stage lights had reflected off something shiny. He'd made his way over and, upon inspection of the otherwise secluded booth, had found an odd looking necklace with a plain, but still quite valuable looking crystal discus hanging from it. Not one to turn down an opportunity to pawn something valuable for some side cash, Darius had quickly thrown the necklace on, tucking the crystal beneath his shirt...Which began to change! In fact his whole body was changing! His dark skin turned lighter and lighter as he shrank from his intimidating height of 6'4 to barely over five feet! His muscles had melted away, save for his pecs, which turned into shapely breasts! His hips had popped and flared outwards and his massive dick deflated like a balloon as it drew up into him, leaving only a slit behind! Darius's shaved head exploded with long brown hair that fell down his back, and he could feel the fullness of his lips and taste the lipstick on them! He let out an airy gasp, a squeal of terror breezing out of his now Adam's Apple-less throat as he stared downwards at the cleavage that was pushing through his skimpy, sequined top!

And there, dangling innocently, and looking like it had always belonged there, was the necklace. It shimmered in the stage light as Darius simply stared at his new and very female body that was almost entirely naked, save for the barely there work uniform that all the dancers at the club wore. After the moment of shock wore off, Darius ripped the necklace from his new, slender neck, and breathed a sigh of relief as his newly feminine body rapidly morphed back into his tall, muscular form once again. After shoving the necklaceinto his pocket, Darius tried to otherwise forget about the experience...But the moment his shift was over and he'd returned to his apartment...The large man had taken the necklace out and tried it on, transforming into the small woman once more.

Now in front of a mirror, Darius could see that this...woman he'd once agian transformed into was vaguely Asian, with soft almond shaped eyes and a round face. SHE was definitely attractive, maybe not knock out gorgeous like a supermodel, but most certainly a woman that he'd chase after. That any man with less than Unicorn levels of expectations would chase after. The bouncer spent the rest of the night experimenting with the necklace...and herself. She had been terrified of the tight slit between her legs, of the way her breasts bounced and jiggled, or the extra padding on her rear (honestly that had been the most disappointing part, that her new ass wasn't all that much to look at). But as the night wore on and the added safety net of always changing back to his male body the moment the necklace came off meant that the fears and reservations faded quickly.

Soon it became routine for Darius to spend longer and longer amounts of time as his female counterpart, who he'd named 'Anna' for lack of a better name. He had thought about Danica or Denise or Dana, but Anna just seemed to stick. She didn't actually exist as a individual, of course, and the one time he'd tried showing up at the club as a dancer he'd been chased off by the owner for 'being an illegal alien'. Darius knew that the actual illegal girls at the club couldn't risk bringing an ICE raid down on them so he'd run away as fast as he could in his heels. So Anna wasn't able to get any kind of official job to make money with a side hustle, and Darius wasn't about to turn into a prostitute...

But then the idea hit him like a lightning bolt. Catfishing. Only, you know, not actually catfishing. Just using rish guys to give him, or rather Anna, money and buy him nice things he couldn't otherwise afford. The first time he'd stumbled through the awkwardness of Tinder and other online dating services, going out to meet a bunch of weirdos and virgins who just wnated to fuck Anna or were too nervous to even look at her. But eventually she'dfigured out how to use the right 'bait'. Or be the right bait, at least. Hotel bars during fancy conferences, upscale restaurants and bars. These were the perfect hunting grounds for a man that was a woman looking for men with money. And once Darius had gotten completely comfortable in his new skin, Anna was unstoppable, so long as she wore the necklace and it's magical amulet. She'd made thousands off the jewelry that had been bought for her, pawning it the moment she ended the relationship. And she owned a complete wardrobe of dresses, skirts, tanktops, cardigans, blouses...not to mention the mountains of bras and panties. Learning how to do women's laundry had been an adventure. And learning how to play to the emotions of men (and sometimes women), as well as getting in touch with his own. It was great (and lucrative) fun...Even if Darius was starting to lose sight of where he ended and Anna began.

And so here Darius was, sitting the in the hotel parking lot, psyching himself up for the 'climax' of his current relationship. Anna was currently dating a tech mogul named Grant, and he was tall and handsome and nice...But most of all rich. Grant was showering Anna with all sorts of gifts and tonight she was going to reward him with a whirlwind of sex for the next three days.. Afterwards she'd start dialing things down until she could end the relationship. But for now...Darius took a deep breath and then slid the necklace over his head. He felt the shiver of the transformation roll across his body, and then Anna was there with a smile on her pretty face. She sighed, got out of the car, grabbed her suitcase, and picked up HER cellphone, dialing her current honey as she began walking towards the hotel doors.

"Oh hi baby!" She said in herexotic, accented voice that melted men (and some women) "Yeah I'm right outside! I can't WAIT to see you! This weekend is going to be SO much fun!"