The Curse of Penis (Fantasy, Futa Transformation)

“So some old lady cursed you?”

Leila nodded as she sipped cola. “Yeah, when I walked out my front door this morning, this crazy homeless woman was digging through our trash. I yelled at her to leave and she turned around, pointed her spindly index finger at me, and cursed me.”

“A curse huh? That’s really bad. Sucks to be you.” Megan muttered around a mouthful of chewed up French fries. A quick gulp was followed by a question. “So, what was the curse?”

Leila set her drink down. She leaned in closer to friend’s face and glanced around like she was pretending to be a very conspicuous spy. “Do you really want to know?” She asked in a hushed tone that only barely concealed that she was barely restraining a giggle.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing better to listen to.” The reply got out just moments before Megan crammed another handful of fries into her mouth and started chewing in an aggressive way.

Leila raised an eyebrow at her best friend’s continued feasting on the fries. “Uh, are you sure you’re okay? I’ve never seen you eat like this before.”

Swallowing noisily, Megan grabbed her own cola with an angry hand and jabbed the straw into her mouth, grunting out a “yeah, sure, I’m fine.”

“If you say so.” Leila mumbled before sighing and taking a bite out of her burger. “So, the homeless woman pointed at me and said ‘curse of penis’ in this really creepy voice.”

Megan sputtered a bit. “’Curse of penis’?” She asked incredulously.

“Yup.”

“What the hell is the curse of penis?”

“Who knows? Maybe she thought I looked like a girl who sleeps around or something?” Leila shrugged, sighed, and sipped cola. “It was strange though. Right after she said that, I got woozy and passed out.”

Megan set her drink down and stared. “Tell me you are kidding.”

Leila shook her head. “No way, I’m serious. It was so freaky.”

“You came to school after that? Did you at least go talk to the school nurse?”

“Um,” Leila squirmed a little in his seat, “no. That woman freaks me out. She’s always trying to fondle me.”

“Whoa, really? Then the rumors are true about her being a lesbian?” Megan got excited suddenly. “Do you think Beth or Miko know?”

As the two girls began debating who might or might now know that the school nurse was a lesbian with a taste for high school girls, Leila stopped thinking about the weird start to her day. She’d felt perfectly normal throughout the school day and, when she finally said out loud what had happened to her, it just sounded far too weird to have really even happened. If someone else had told her about it, even Megan, she’d never have believed them.

Over the course of a dozen more minutes of fry munching, cola sipping, and burger chewing, the entire strange incident started to seem like just a strange dream Leila had had. Leila decided to put it out of her mind entirely.

Hours passed. Leila had long ago left Megan at the local burger joint, the two having made plans to go to a movie the next day with their friends Beth and Miko. The four of them always seemed to be doing things together, even though Leila and Megan had only known the other two girls for half a year.

At home, Leila didn’t mention the homeless woman who’d cursed her to her parents. They seemed too busy glaring at each other again to notice or care if their daughter were cursed.

Sitting at the dinner table, pushing overcooked broccoli around with a fork until her parents finally finished their meals and stormed off to separate rooms of the house, Leila wished her older brother would come home soon. “Hey Scout, where did the big guy go anyway?”

“I’m not Scout, I’m Sophie.” Leila’s little sister said around a mouthful of something their mother kept cooking and calling meatloaf but was clearly more of a meat paste. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Leila smirked. “It amuses me.”

“You’re stupid.” Sophie grumbled and made a strange face as she forked more brown meat stuff into her mouth. “Ugh, it’s worse than my school lunch.”

“If you tell me where Jimmy went, I promise to bring home something from the Burger Barn tomorrow.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “Really? You promise?”

“I don’t lie to twelve-year-olds.”

Sophie pouted. “I’m twelve-and-a-half!” She stood up as if to walk away from the table.

“Do you want some fried potatoes with a side of cow flesh tomorrow or more of Mom’s whatever the heck this was?”

Sophie got quiet and still.

“Good girl. So where the heck is our brother?”

Looking over her shoulder toward where their mother had gone then down a side hall where their father had gone, Sophie walked over close to Leila. She leaned in toward her sister’s ear.

A little charmed by the showy attempt at covert sibling secret sharin

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