"It's cursed." The cashier's voice rings through your head as you inspect the jewelry.
You can’t help but scoff as you shake your head. "Curses don't exist." That stoner cashier obviously needs to lay off the shrooms.
Despite not being superstitious, you feel a powerful yearning to put the golden band on; the same compulsion drove you to purchase it in the first place.
As you clasp the band around your neck, you yelp when a slight static electricity shock suddenly shoots through your body. That was strange; could gold conduct enough static electricity to shock someone? You shrug, brushing it off.
"Now, let's see what this looks like." When you look in the mirror, something seems off, but you can’t put your finger on it.
"This isn't doing it for me." It looks more like a pet collar; why did you need to buy this again? When you reach to take the band off, you notice something missing-- the clasp. 'What? That can't be right.' Your breath picks up, panic gradually setting in as you run your fingers over the glimmering gold. It is completely smooth all the way around. You look to the mirror as a feeling of dread sets in. This is immediately followed by your insides churning as your body erupts with hot tingling.
Your squared jaw melts away, leaving behind slender, feminine features. Your short blond hair explodes in length, rolling down to your waist while your shirt grows tighter around your chest. Your nipples harden as they chafe on the fabric, causing a shock of pleasure as your budding breasts balloon in size. "Ahhh!" You yelp from the friction, quickly pulling your top up to relieve the pressure.
"It's not that noticeable..."
The realization of what’s happening sinks in. Why the hell would a pawn shop sell such an obviously cursed item! Your shorts slide off your hips, exposing your shrinking penis as your waist pulls inward. "N-No!! Sto-o-op!" Your voice cracks, raising an octave as you desperately grip what’s left of your withering cock "Don't go! I need you!" You plead in vain. “Nyaaa~!!” As the cry leaves your lips, you briefly wonder why you made such a strange sound.
As your penis recedes, your testicles ascend and your scrotum tightens to your pelvis. Before long, your empty ball sack reforms into moist, pink folds. All that remains of your dick is a tiny, pink nub nestled within your new, feminine sex.
You are too distracted and bewildered to immediately notice the tail sprouting from your backside, along with your ears relocating atop your head and changing in shape.
You have to inspect the changes to your body. Despite the horror of changing so drastically, you feel compelled to explore your sultry, feminine new form. Upon pushing two fingers into your slit, they brush against your newly shaped clitoris, inadvertently sending an orgasmic pulse through your body. "Nyaaa!!~" You moan as your pussy writhes in pure bliss.
Wait. Was this a curse or a blessing? Maybe the shopkeeper got it wrong.