The Curse (Sissy Story) by sdvine

The next few months I spent more and more time as Dani. I would go to work as normal, counting down when I could go home and change in to something a little more comfortable. Speaking of, I had hit local thrift stores and gotten a wardrobe that fit. Funny enough, I found that I wasn't a dress up kinda girl. I enjoyed the same kind of clothes either way. I didn't need to dress up anyway, when I went out with a purpose. I had certain advantages, after all.

I worked with Shawn, but it became clear that while he could gain more control than he had previously, he had nowhere near the control I had found. He introduced me to others like us, and I tried the same training with those that wanted to try. Eight tried, but only one got there. He came to the same conclusion that I had, that by relaxing during a block was removed, and a woman had buried came to the surface. The underground community of were-women (a joking term that had apparently caught on long before I became one) quickly heard of these events, and I was contacted from all over the world. I gained some extra money by becoming a kind of ther****t to them all when I was needed.

Joe would still stick around for most full moons. I was still in control, but much more wild on full moon changes. I admit that I would on occasion humor the notion of giving Joe a little scratch during those nights; it was part of the urges of the change. But since I knew him so well, I was able to resist it more.

After a time, I stopped Shawn from referring to the change as a curse. I never saw it as a curse. In fact, it was a beautiful blessing.