Can’t you just throw it away, or sell it or something?”“In stories about cursed objects, how does that usually play out?” Jack asked.“Good p...int,” Will said, sounding tired.“In five years, I’ve never taken it off.” Jack sounded like she was thinking about something for the first time, and rambling. It was out of character for her, but she kept talking. Words ambled from her mouth without destination. “I could, I think. It wouldn’t kill me, or anything like that. Nothing would change. It’s bound. I didn't even ask formoney. I just did it for fun at first. And boy, did I learn a lot! Ikept all of this a secret from Paul. It was just so entertaining andeducational. Within days of setting up my blog I was swamped withmessages. Pleading and begging sissies hungry for female attention andhumiliation. All of them declaring how sincere they were. How theywould do ANYTHING to get transformed into a girl. As I got to knowthese Tumblr sissies I discovered that many of them had the same. Yep she was turning into a major fuck slut. Her next encounter would be even more extreme then she could ever imagine. For this time Lucy would end up doing something a little something different from what she had done before. This session of sex would be with another female. And although it wasn't something she planned out, it would turn into one of her wildest sexual adventures yet. It was a girl she knew vaguely from the neighborhood. She had seen her around places like the pool hall and the. She was astride my hips and moving up and down, my cock already deep inside of her.“Good morning lover” she whispered as she kept moving up and down. I whispered good morning back, and moved my hands to rest on her hips. She was doing that little shimmy thing with her hips that always drove me wild, pulling almost all the way up, then sinking back down and moving her hips in this kind of shaking circle, before sliding up and down a few times then repeating. She knew this drove me crazy, and was.