The end of the search.
Added 2025-08-14 14:00:08 +0000 UTC“Did you know, i used to have a beard?” her question broke the silence and shocked me. Until no, she had never talked about her life before the curse. “I stroke my chin with these gloves and it’s just soft and smooth. It feels so wrong.” She glance down at herself, taking it all in. “Everything felt wrong at first.” She sighed. “But that faded into the background. You get used to it, most of the time, until something tiny brings it all back. A smooth chin, sitting to pee, underwire poking your tit. Suddenly you remember you’re a man inside and this..body…is..wrong!” She looked up at the door. “I thought we had a chance.”
I looked down at my own curves, my slender fingers, my swelling breasts and narrow feet. I remembered my broad shoulders, strong hands, sculpted pecs, and wide boots. Like her, I had to sit down as the wrongness of this body struck once more. Had I forgotten until now? We had been on this quest to restore our manhood, but the longer it took, the less we remembered what we lost. Would the day come where we just forgot what it was like to be men?
The sorcerer said the spell could only be broken by the witch who cast it and she was dead. “What now?” I asked.
She looked at me, her eyes narrowed. “That was my last play. Now we just get used to it”
