The walk to the shoe store felt like a marathon to Aiden. It was warm outside so the AC units of the mall were blowing at full force. A cold wind blew around Aiden’s bare knees, making him shiver. This small event made him feel extremely little and vulnerable. Unconsiously the poor boy stuck close to his dad. James looked at his new son and smiled, he was already starting to behave like a proper boy. The only thing that remembered him of his old life was the scruffy haircut and the worn sneakers. But that was going to change soon too.

The two reached an old looking store in the back of the mall. The windows were dusty and Aiden could see a few pairs of black and brown dress shoes on display. He feared for his elaborate sneaker collection to be thrown away after this day. Upon entering James was politely greeted by an old man who seemed to be the owner. He was wearing brown suit with matching shoes. His whole appearance looked really old fashioned. ‘I am here for my son. He needs new shoes for the upcoming school year. You know what kind I approve of.’ James said. ‘Of course sir.’ The man replied. He immediately grabbed Aiden’s hand and guided him to a chair. He then proceeded to hold all kinds of measuring devices against the boy’s feet. Over the course of a few minutes his face became more worried. After a while he walked over to James. ‘I’m afraid your son has flat feet, most likely due to those horrible shoes he’s wearing.’  The two men looked towards Aiden. ‘Do what you have to do’ James replied. The man scurried off to the back of the shop only to return a minute later with a box in his hands. He kneeled at Aiden’s feet and opened the box. Inside, Aiden could se the clunkiest, unfashionable pair of black leather shoes. In a reflex Aiden lifted up his feet. ‘There is no way I’m going to wear those awful shoes!’ He exclaimed. The old man had a surprised look on his face and anger filled James’. He walked over to Aiden and grabbed his arm. ‘I will not allow such protest and behaviour from you boy!’ The angry tone at which he said it terrified Aiden. James pulled the boy up and sat down on the chair himself. He then proceeded to pull Aiden over his lap. The boy couldn’t imagine what was going to happen next. James’ face red with anger he lifted his hand only to slap to down on Aiden’s butt. There was a loud smack and Aiden screamed in pain. ‘You are to behave yourself boy! And listed to your superiors!’ James shouted. *Smack, Smack, Smack* Aiden tried to hold back his tears but was unable to. ‘I was going to punish you at home but I think this will work better’ James smacked a few more times. The worst thing for Aiden was that the chair was visible from the entrance of the shop. He heard the laughs of a little boy and could feel the stares and fingers pointing at him. ‘Look mommy! He wears the same uniform as I do to school! He looks a lot older though.’ 

The spanking went on for a little while until Aiden was crying so loudly James thought it was enough. He picked up the defeated boy and placed him back in th chair. The old man just smiled, he had seen a lot of boys being spanked in his store, although never one this old. He grabbed the shoes from the box and placed them around Aiden’s feet. ‘There you go that should resolve the problem. Wear these every day for a few months and then you can switch to a normal pair.’ Aiden’s eyes widened and James just nodded. James proceeded to pay for the shoes while Aiden stood up. Under his skinny legs his feet now looked extremely big. Apart from the ever present feeling of boyishness he now felt a little dorky too. The boy tried to take a few steps but nearly tripped over his own feet. Looking really clumsy Aiden made his way over to James. He overheard the two mean talking about other pairs of shoes. Black and brown dress shoes, white sporting shoes, sandals… ‘Sandals!?’ Aiden thought. That would make him look even younger than this! For a second Aiden wanted to protest the feeling of this sore bottom made him shut his mouth again. He really did not want another spanking for that was the most humiliating moment in his life so far. 

They left the shop. James forcefull grabbed Aiden’s hand and guided him to the barber shop on the other side. Walking awkwardly Aiden followed. A neatly styled man greeted the two. ‘This boy needs a proper haircut.’ James said. ‘Shorts I see, so he’s around 14?’ The man asked. James smiled. ‘No he’s 18, but the boy is new here and needs to be taught some discipline.’ Aiden’s face turned red in embarassment. The barber smiled and guided him towards a chair. ‘What will it be for this boy?’ The employee asked. Aiden felt a little insulted that the barber did not ask him, but rather James what his own haircut should be. ‘Short on the sides and a parting on the top. My school only allows conservative and formal haircuts. Use Brylcreem to finish it off.’ James said. ‘Certainly sir’ The employee said. He quickly got to work. After a while a woman and her son entered the store. The boy was seated in the chair next to Aiden and clearly looked a few years younger. He was in the same school uniform as Aiden, but with trousers instead of shorts. Aiden’s face turned red again as he realised that this younger boy was allowed to wear trousers while he was stuck in these boyish shorts. The younger boy looked at Aiden’s bare legs sticking out from under the cover. He snickered. ‘Little shortie pants’ He whispered. Aiden wanted to talk back but he could already feel James’ hand slapping his bottom so he remained silent. After a while the barber was done. He removed the cover and grabbed a big jar. He opened it and scooped up a handful of white cream. He carefully applied it to Aiden’s hair while styling it. He applied a parting at the left side and made sure no hairs were sticking out. When he was done he held a mirror in front of Aiden. The boy was nearly unable to recognize himself. In just one day he had gone from a free boy of 18 to a 14-year old proper uniformed boy. His hair had changed drastically and looked really old fashioned. He had once seen a very old move where boys his age had haircuts like these. He now exactly looked like those ancient school boys. 

James was satisfied and paid the barber. The two then left the shop. Aiden looked back one more time to see the other boy. He had gotten a slightly more modern haircut and now looked older than Aiden. The boy stuck out his tongue as he looked at Aiden’s bare legs. Completely humiliated, Aiden left the mall with James by his side. When the two arrived home they were greeted by Aiden’s mom. She gave Jason a quick kiss and proceeded to check out Aiden. She smiled and told him he looked really smart in his new outfit. ‘We should have done this way earlier’ 

During the next three days life seemed to be a lot more normal. Aiden was allowed, still in his uniform all day with the clunky shoes, to watch TV and play outside during the day. He mostly kept to himself because he did not want others to see him dressed like this. In the mornings James taught him how to neatly com and duringb and style his hair with cream. At lunch and dinner he taught Aiden how to sit and eat properly. Calling James ‘father’ and ‘sir’ was becoming more normal, as was calling his mom ‘mother’. Aiden was starting to learn how to please James to prevent punishment. 
James had already bought a few extra pairs of white briefs and had thrown out all of Aiden’s old boxers. When his mom was washing his uniform, Aiden was told to wait in the living room, only wearing his briefs. This was one of the most humiliating things yet, having to sit on the floor in just his underwear. Whenever James sat down on the couch next to him, wearing his fancy suit, Aiden really felt like a little kid. James seemed to notice this and was pleased to see that Aiden was starting to behave himself. 
On the fourth day, just after breakfast, James entered the kitchen with a big box in his hands. He commanded Aiden to stand up and come with him to his bedroom. Unconscious of what was going to happen, fear struck Aiden. 

In Aiden’s bedroom James opened the closet. He had placed the bix box on the bed. Next to the closet was a big trash bag. ‘Pick up the bag, son.’ He told Aiden. ‘Today is the day you’re saying goodbye to that horrendous and improper life of yours. Put every piece of clothing you own in the bag.’ Aiden’s eyes widened. Was James really going to make him empty his closet? This was the only suit he had and he hated it! Hestantly, Aiden picked up the bag. He looked at the stacks of t-shirts and jeans. Some of them he was very fond of. Aiden missed the look and feeling of a pair of long jeans around his legs. The grey formal shorts were still strange to him and he hated the slight itch of the wool knee socks. ‘Come on boy, what are you waiting for? I told you to put EVERYTHING in the bag.’ James said. With a sad face Aiden started to grab the shirts and threw them in the bag. The closet was emptied quickly. James opened the drawer with his underwear and socks. One side was filled with different kinds of socks in different colours and the other side was a sea of white since James had already replaced all of them with briefs. Not wanting to anger James Aiden proceeded to take all of his socks and throw them away. Aiden looked at James thinking he was finished but James guided him to his shoes. A few pairs of old sneakers, most ripped around the seams and incredibly dirty, next to a few pairs of sporting shoes and flip flops disappeared into the bag. It was completely full now and quite heavy. James took the bag from Aiden’s hands and placed it next to the door outside of the room. He then opened the big box on the bed. ‘This is your new wardrobe, son. It contains everything your going to need until you finish school in a few years. All the pieces are well tailored so you should be grateful for this. Now I want you to take every piece and give it a place in your closet.’ James said. 
Aiden took a look into the box. There wasn’t much colour in there. Only black, grey and white. A few hints of blue told his those were the school colours. Accepting his fate Aiden started to pick up the items and place them in the closet. A few pairs of white formal shirts. Most of them short sleeved and 2 long sleeved once. a few white under shirts and tank tops. Only grey and black formal shorts. None of them had pockets and all had an elastic backside and a white lining. They looked shorter than the pair he was currently wearing. Aiden had hope that he was allowed at least one pair of long trousers but to his disappointment there were none. James seemed to be able to read his mind. ‘I wil consider giving you a pair of big boy pants when you prove that you can behave yourself.’ Aiden proceed to grab a few pairs of grey knee socks white a blue stripe on them. There were black ones too and one pair of white ones. A black and blue pullover. Two sweater vests and 2 blazers in the school colours. A very short pair of sporting shorts and white long sporting socks. A black and blue striped tie and a matching bowtie. 2 pairs of black suspenders and a black leather belt. Another pair of those clunky shoes and 2 pairs of black normal dress shoes. Aiden was horrified to find a pair of leather sandals in there too, but the worst thing was the school cap he lastly picked up. ‘Good job son. And now that you have your cap why don’t you try on your school uniform?’ James grabbed the cap and placed it on Aiden’s head. This was such a powerful move since it seemed to make Aiden even smaller. Aiden was then told to put on a pair of new shorts. He put hem on and they were definitely way shorter than his old pair. They stopped well above his knees precisely where his fingers ended when standing. With more bare leg Aiden felt more exposed. James  grabbed the old pair and put it in the trash bag. Aiden proceeded to put on the school socks, a white short sleeved shirt and the school tie. James helped him put on a pair of suspenders to keep his shorts from dropping. Sock garters were placed under the fold to keep his socks up. James straightened the tie and gave Aiden his blazer. He put it on and noticed it was slightly too big. The sleeves were quite long and with this on, it almost looked as if Aiden wasn’t wearing pants at all. This just added to the school boy look making him look more juvenile. Looking at his son James was very content. In just 4 days he had transformed this 18-year old brat into a proper and neat boy, from his shoes and clothing to his haircut and behaviour. Aiden did not look happy at all. Wearing this full uniform, his feet covered in clumsy and dorky shoes, his hair styled to perfection and all of his old clothing thrown away, this was the point he realized that his transformation was complete. There was no going back now and he could not do anything about his position. He was to obey his father who was also the headmaster of his new school. With just 2 weeks left until the first day, Aiden believed that would mark the end of all freedom and fun in his life…

(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life)
F/F sex, masturbation, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, exhibition

So I kinda like the humiliation/embarrassment aspect of TFs, so I thought what would be worse for a girl than having a donkeys pussy and being unable to control yourself or your urges. Anyhow, this is chapter one, I’ll try and add more. Maybe more TFs, certainly more sex. Idk..

Chapter 1 (You Are Here)

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/116788933782/gwyns-curse-chapter-1

Chapter 2

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/117299134702/gwyns-curse-chapter-2

Chapter 3

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118189158592/gwyns-curse-chapter-3

Chapter 4

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/145015583657/gwyns-curse-chapter-4

‘It’s been a week already’ she thought, putting her shoulder length black hair in a ponytail. 'And I’m gonna be stuck with this for the rest of my life.“ Gwyn said inspecting herself in the mirror. She was about 5'6, with pale skin, her smooth black hair pulled in a loose ponytail, and her body sporting slight curves in all the right places, she looked great… or she would have if tucked between her legs had been anything other than that large, smooth, dark lipped donkey pussy. Just thinking about her puss caused it to moisten, and the girl bit her lip and tried not to start violently fingering herself right there. 'Must… resist… can’t spend all day… playing..p-playing with my horny… soaking wet .. wonderful jenny pussy!’ Gwyn’s face turned beet red at the dirty thoughts and she flung herself onto her bed. Hiding under the covers of her thick comforter. Ironically the bed brought no comfort as Gwyn was quite distracted by the growing need between her legs.

It had been seven days Since she had been cursed. At first she had tried to deny it had happened, then Gwyn tried to avoid looking at it or touching it, but it wasn’t long before it was all she could think about. She gave up trying not to touch it, and lost herself to the pleasure of her new endowment. She had been locked up in her apartment for four days thinking about how much she loved having a needy donkey pussy, its thick wet lips, her sensitive clit, how dark and strange it looked on her. All these things excited her, Gwyn even got turned on by the smell. A musty mix of farm animals and sex. It pervaded her thoughts all the time, and she got sopping wet thinking about it. She was so disgusted and embarrassed by all this though. She should be horrified, she should be sickened, but as much as she didn’t want to enjoy it, she couldn’t help but love it. Worst of all she thought, throwing off her covers and getting out of the bed, it might not be the curse that made her like it.

Her best friend Lori had been texting her for days wanting to hangout, and today was the first day she was going to brave going outside. To do that she would need clothes, so she walked over to the dresser. Rummaging through her drawers she picked out a white tanktop and a short black skirt, but no panties. Gwyn realized she should be worried people might see it, or even smell it, but that just turned her on more. Plus she wanted to make sure she could get at her aching puss if she needed to without any fuss. Not that she wanted to be knuckle deep while trying to spend the day with her friend…. 'Well actually, I kinda do hehe’ she thought imagining her best friend walking in on her ramming her fingers into that dark donkey snatch. Then her friend would push her onto the bed, spread her legs and bury her face in her pussy. The girl moaned softly, and her juices started to trickle down her leg as she got even wetter thinking about her best friend’s tongue diving into her soft dark folds.

The smell of her ready sex was almost too much for her. She rubbed the wetness off her leg and brought her hand to her face. The aroma was so intense, she couldn’t resist licking her hand clean, while imagining it was her friend’s pussy instead of a hand. 'Mmmm it would be so fuckin’ hot if she had a jenny pussy too.’ She stopped herself in shame, realizing what she was doing. "I can’t go more than two minuets without having some perverted donkey fantasy, how am I gonna make it all day around Lori!?” Slumping onto her bed in defeat, she started to dress.

She spent the next ten minuets trying hard not to get lost in her thoughts of donkey whores, while finding her keys and phone in the clutter she was too busy to clean. Eventually she was ready to go, and made her way to the front door. Gwyn gave herself a once over in the mirror, and tucked a loose strand of her black hair behind her ear. She turned to the shoe caddy and slipped on her black tennis shoes and grabbed her red hoodie from the coat rack. Throwing the hoodie and shoes on, she breathed heavily and willed herself to go. She opened the door and felt a cool rush of air breeze through her legs, the chill air on her wet pussy made her shiver with pleasure. Gwyn hadn’t taken a step out of the door and she was already wet and thinking of dirty things.

It felt strange walking down the sidewalk with such a short skirt and no underwear. Gwyn should have been afraid as she was of people seeing her condition, but she fantasized about strangers noticing it. She secretly hoped someone would pull her skirt down and shout to the world 'Shes a horny donkey slut!’ She was trying not to think about her growing tendency toward degrading and exhibitionist thoughts when a girl with red hair started walking behind her. Gwyn started to fantasize that the girl could smell her from there. That the scent of her wet musky cunt was making the other girl horny. After two or three minuets of daydreaming about the cute ginger, she couldn’t take anymore. She slowed her pace to allow the girl to catch up to her, then she dropped her keys purposefully and bent down to pick them up. She knew her skirt would not be able to hide anything at this angle. Gwyn held the pose a moment and the redhead was given quite the show of her slick jenny cunt. Gwyn felt so good giving in to her lusts and felt her pussy twitch excitedly as she heard the girl gasp.

“What… What happened to your… vagina, why is it-” Gwyn turned, stopping the girl with a shoosh, then whispering “If you wanna know what happened to me lets talk about it somewhere more private.” She chuckled to herself about her unintentional pun. The ginger looked both afraid and intrigued, and Gwyn was shocked when she agreed to go with her. The girls walked down a side street that led to the local park. The redhead followed the strange girl, her black ponytail bopping back and forth as they followed the paved path through the recently mowed grass. They walked to the far end of the park, it was a chilly overcast day, but Gwyn wanted to make sure nobody would happen upon them. 'Well, maybe one or two people could find us’ she grinned wolfishly.

They sat on a park bench and the ginger couldn’t stay quiet any longer “So why is your pussy so dark and big, It doesn’t even look like a normal pussy.. and why aren’t you wearing underwear??” she babbled, staring at Gwyn’s revealing black skirt. “Okay, guess I should start from the beginning…” Gwyn interrupted “It all started last week when I was cursed…”

Gwyn told the girl what had happened to her, and the difficulties she had experienced since that day. She downplayed the constant horniness and strange fantasies, but was very adamant that it had been real magic that had cursed her. At first the ginger was skeptical, she even went as far as to look up a picture to do a side by side comparison to see if it truly was a donkey pussy. Sure enough the dark haired girl in front of her had a pussy that matched what she saw in her image search, a donkeys pussy .The redhead realized that she had gotten awful close to Gwyn’s crotch while comparing it. The strange scent reminded her of a barnyard or a marathon sex session, she breathed it in deeply, and her face moved even closer. Gwyn watched her in silence, hoping not to interrupt the curious redhead, not daring to think that her perverted fantasies might come true.

The ginger looked up at Gwyn’s flushed face, and then suddenly hiked Gwyn’s skirt up, grabbing her legs roughly, she plunged her face into the dark haired girls waiting sex. Gwyn gasped at the feeling of the girl’s hot breath on her smooth dark mound. The girl toyed with Gwyn for a moment, hovering over her pussy by a mere inch, making it ache with need until Gwyn started to squirm about with desire. Finally the girl stopped teasing her and rewarded Gwyn with her tongue. Gwyn threw her head back in ecstasy as the redhead slowly licked at her folds, then moved upward, lashing at her sensitive clit. She moved her tongue around the bud then trailed downwards and started to greedily lap the thick juices from Gwyn’s folds. What only lasted a few minuets seemed like days to Gwyn. It didn’t even seem real, this dreamlike scene of being half girl half animal and being fucked by a stranger in the park. As the girl settled into a steady motion, Gwyn started to apply pressure with her thighs, trapping the redhead under her skirt. Unable to remove her head to get air, the girl redoubled her efforts to get the donkeygirl off, thrusting with her tongue while flicking at her clitty with her free hand. Gwyn couldn’t resist the pleasure of both her tongue and hands long, and the building sensation threatened to overwhelm her. The wet *schlick* of sex sounded so loud, and the scent of her wetness clung to the air, her blood burned hot while her hips rocked back and forth, driving her snatch into the poor girl beneath her. She could feel it, any moment now, just a little bit more… The orgasm hit Gwyn like a truck, she grinded her cunt in the redheads face, hands gripping at her fiery curls. Juices went everywhere as the pent up stress and anxiety released from Gwyns body in a moment of pure joy.

Gwyn collapsed backward against the bench as the ginger pulled her head from Gwyn’s skirt and shifted her legs from her kneeling position. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, her face covered in girlcum. She was totally spent and soaked in the juices of the mysterious donkeygirl, and it felt great. She gave Gwyn a messy smile, watching her as she sat dazed clenching the boards of the bench as if trying not to fall off. The afterglow of Gwyn’s orgasm left her in a warm haze, she slowly came out of her sex induced bliss, as she heard the redhead moan. The other girl had stripped off her pants and underwear, now laying spread legged on the grass, thrusting two fingers into her cunt with abandon. Gwyn watched her, fixated on the fingers darting in and out the other girls eager pussy. She felt her own jenny cunt start to moisten back up, the magic curse readying her for sex once more. She had just started to rub at her own crease when she saw the redheads pussy begin to swell slightly. At first she thought it was just her lustful imagination, but her lips grew larger, then slightly darker, and it wasn’t long until it started to closely resemble the donkey snatch between her own legs. The ginger was unaware of her change, but felt the extra room, and the need to have something more inside her. She fit four fingers inside herself, and picked up her pace as her new jenny pussy got close to climaxing. Gwyn watched in silent shock, as the other girl rocked her hips skyward, humping at her own hand to drive it even deeper. With a loud moan the girl orgasmed hard, her pussy clenching down on her hand, and donkey juices squirting out in thin streams.

Gwyn nearly fell off her bench. Distraught with regret and lust, she grabbed her hoodie and scrambled away from the scene. Running without direction she nearly broke down as she thought about leaving the poor girl. The pretty redhead had given her the best orgasm of her life, and she had paid her back with a sloppy donkey cunt of her own. 'I never even found out her name…’ she thought guiltily, but as frightened as she was of the fact her condition was transmittable, she couldn’t help but get aroused at the thought of the naked girl. Her juices started to run down her leg as she thought about the cum-stained girl who was passed out in the park with her fingers still buried in her new jenny cunt. 

What is the Ketogenic Diet? The ketogenic diet is a low carb, moderate protein, and high fat diet which puts the body into a metabolic state known as ketosis.

What is the Ketosis? When your body is in a state of ketosis, the liver produces ketones which become the main energy source for your body.

Foundation: The keto (key-toe) diet, is based around the premise that your body was designed to run more efficiently as a fat burner than a sugar burner. When you eat something that is high in carbs, your body will produce glucose and insulin.

• Glucose - is the easiest molecule for your body to convert and use as energy so that is why it’s the preferred energy source for your body.
  • Insulin - is produced to process the glucose in your bloodstream by transporting it around your body.

You’ve probably heard of the fact that you can go weeks without food but only a couple of days without water. The reason for this is ketosis. Most people, have enough fat stored on them to fuel their body for a while. When your body is in a state of ketosis, it produces ketones. Ketones occur from the breakdown of fat in the liver. 

But why isn’t my body constantly breakdown fats in the liver? The answer to the question is that when your body is producing insulin, the insulin prevents the fat cells from entering the bloodstream, so they stay stored in the body aka belly fat etc!

When you lower your carb intake, glucose levels, along with blood sugar levels, drop which in turn lowers insulin levels.

This allows the fat cells to release the water they are storing, and the fat cells are able to enter the bloodstream and head to the liver.

KETOGENIC FOOD LIST:

• Fats & Oils. Try to get your fat from natural sources like meat and nuts. Supplement with saturated and monounsaturated fats like coconut oil, butter, and olive oil.
• Protein. Try to stick with organic, pasture-raised and grass-fed meat where possible. Most meats don’t have added sugar in them, so they can be consumed in moderate quantity. Remember that too much protein on a ketogenic diet is not a good thing.
• Vegetables. Fresh or frozen doesn’t matter. Stick with above ground vegetables, leaning toward leafy/green items.
• Dairy. Most dairy is fine, but make sure to buy full-fat dairy items. Harder cheeses typically have fewer carbs.
• Nuts and Seeds. In moderation, nuts and seeds can be used to create some fantastic textures. Try to use fattier nuts like macadamias and almonds.
• Beverages. Stay simple and stick to mostly water. You can flavor it if needed with stevia-based flavorings or lemon/lime juice.

Fats are vital to our bodies, but they can also be dangerous if you are consuming too much of the wrong types of fats. There are a few different types of fat that are involved in a ketogenic diet. Different foods usually have various combinations of fats, but the unhealthy fats are easy to avoid. Here’s a brief overview:

• Saturated Fats: Some examples of these are butter, ghee, coconut oil, and lard; Eat these!
• Monounsaturated Fats: Some examples of these are olive, avocado, and macadamia nut oils; Eat these!
• Polyunsaturated Fats: Naturally occurring polyunsaturated fats in animal protein and fatty fish are great for you, and you should eat these. Processed polyunsaturated fats in “heart healthy” margarine spreads are bad for you.
• Trans Fats: These are processed fats that are chemically altered (hydrogenated) to improve shelf life. Avoid all hydrogenated fats, such as margarine, as they’re linked to heart disease. AVOID THESE!