Moments after I woke up, I looked down at my body. The curse seemed to be getting worse. Each day, the tattoos had spread over my skin, and my body had grown curvier and sexier. Worse, I felt my behavior becoming more feminine. And the crowning insult: I found it harder and harder to restrain my sexual impulses. Whoever dropped this curse on me was determined to turn me into some kind of slut. What would happen to me when the tattoos covered every inch of my skin?
Cool pic and story! I wonder why he was cursed . . . and if he ends up loving it. lol
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Zapper