Cursed: The Open House

Well, welcome to my first Midjourney created caption! It was nice being able to get exactly the image I needed for the story to work (the story itself being an expanded version of a short little comment I made on DeviantArt in regards to another TG piece). Otherwise I would have had to have used some stock images that wouldn't portray Michelle's mood. 

We'll just have to wait and see if this is a new method going forward or if I'll stick purely to stock and Pinterest images.

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Michael was excited. He was good looking, had enough wealth to enjoy fine things in hiw life and was on the fast track to a promotion at his bank job. He was also, unfortunately, a womanizer who thought far too much of himself and far too lowly of women, seeing them as more 'prizes to be won' instead of individuals. And unfortunatley (for him, at least) his reputation had gotten around in most of the good bars and clubs in town and now most of the women there wouldn't look at him. And if they did, well, they were typically not up to Michael's own high standards. With his usual 'hunting grounds' now no longer viable locations to pick up the 'hottest tail', Michael had turned to a somewhat unexpected venue; open houses for home on the market. And the best part was that the crowd of single ladies typically had a very high turnover and there were so mant realtors in the game that he never had to worry about any sort of blacklist! And over time he'd narrowed down his target environments. Big colonial style pseudo-mansions and cute little houses for something called 'cottage-core' were all the rage now, with rich, hot and single women showing up in droves every time there was an open house.

Michael was standing in once such house now; a tall brick colonial that he probably could afford, if barely, even if he got his promotion. This was easily a two-income home, and most of the people that had showed up to this particular open house were couples across the entire age spectrum. The hottest woman there was the realtor! She looked just out of...whatever kind of school realtors had to go to, and was just the right amount of curvy with boobs and ass that strained against the red fabric of her suit. This was the one, he had decided, and when the two were alone on the porch for a moment, Michael having lured the realtor out there with some fake questions, he'd made his move.

"I have just one more question" Michael said as the two turned to head back indoors, "So do you come with the house, baby?" And without waiting for the realtor chick to answer, he gave her a quick smack on her bulging rear. He grinned as he watched the mass of fat jiggle beneath the suit.

"HOW DARE YOU!" The woman screeched, turned on one of her heels and smacking the side of Michael's face with a ring-studded hand. It hurt. A lot.

The woman pushed the wounded womanizer back out of the door and off the porch with another smack, and Michael barely had time to groan before he tripped over the 'for sale' sign, looking up just fast enough to see...holy shit, was the realtor glowing purple AND floating in the air!? She must have been some kind of...of witch or something!

"No, I DON'T come with the house, but now YOU will!" She screeched again, and the wind turned ice cold as the woman mumbled something in a strange langauge and then purple lightning shot from her fingertips, hitting Micahel right in the chest!

Immediately he felt weird. He'd been expecting pain but instead it felt as if he was...shrinking and bloating at the same time? He looked down to see his polo shirt shrink into a very loose fitting undershirt covered by a leather jacke, and then screamed in a voice that turned husky and sensual as his white skin turned into a smooth, rich creamy brown as...oh god, as BREASTS swelled from his torso! Curly brown hair flopped from his scalp and Micahel could feel his nails lengthening, his lips puffing out, and the uncomfortable press of ass flesh against pants that were a size too small! Hoop earrings now dangled from tiny lobes and one final, painful PINCH in his groin and the sudden absence confirmed that he was now a SHE!

"Oh...Oh my gawd, what did you do to me!?" Michael, now Michelle, screamed once more in shock as she pawed at her new figure, feeling a mixture of arousal and absolute terror at the total transformation that she'd just undergone.

"Like I said, now YOU come with the house! Enjoy it!" The realtor cackled once more, floating higher over the lawn. She pointed a finger to the 'for sale' sign tangled in Michelle's new sexy long legs as a 'SOLD!' sticker appeared over it...And the title and keys to the house in Michelle's hands.

"W-wait! I can't afford this! Change me back! I'M SORRY!" Michelle sccreamed once more to the witch, who was floating into her car. The cruel (to Michelle) woman just flipped the new woman the finger before slamming the door shut and taking off down the street, leaving the new African-American woman standing along in front of house she couldn't afford, with vague memories of a new life...one as an exotic dancer! In this new reality it was the only way the 'Michelle' could afford her 'dream house'! She danced every night, and much to her own dread, was trying to find herself a nice handsome and hung rich guy to hook her scarlet painted claws into! Not just because she was now incredibly attracted to men, but because her dream house was going to require dual income to afford!

Michelles felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. She'd come to the open house hoping to land a woman...And now as a woman, she just hoped she could land a man before the bank repossessed her house!