I stood motionless on the side of the country road staring into the trunk of my rental vehicle. The empty hole that should have contained the vehicles spare tire seemed to suck the last remaining hope from my body like some unnatural beast sent from the depths of hell with no other purpose than to torture me. An hour ago I was driving down the highway with more than enough time to get home before sunset. But an accident further along the route that caused traffic to grind to a halt forced me to quickly adapt my plan. This backwoods country road, while narrow and slow compared to the highway, would have allowed me to bypass the accident and still make it home on schedule. But a hidden pothole destroyed the front right tire of the vehicle along with any hope that I was going to make it to safety before the curse took hold of me. I didn't dare call anyone to come help me either. They would never make it in time and then I'd have even more problems to deal with.
I glanced once more at the horizon just as the sun disappeared behind the row of trees in the distance and a feeling of dread radiated throughout my body. I've had close calls before but luck had always been on my side and I reached safety in time. My only hope is that this road is remote enough that no other travelers, at least those kind enough to stop to lend assistance, would come upon my disabled vehicle until after sunrise. But I knew deep down that was a false hope and that I was powerless to prevent what was inevitably going to happen.
This would be the third time that I unleashed the full effects of my curse upon mankind. Every month for the last two years I've locked myself into a fortified safe room, built at the center of my house, during the night of the full moon. It was the only way to protect others, as well as protect myself, from my curse. The two other times my curse was unleashed were the first two times that it happened. I didn't know anything about the curse then and, to be honest, I still don't understand it or know how the hell it happened. All I know is that the part of my mind that is me takes a back seat to the curse on the night of the full moon. There is nothing I can do to control it. That in itself is enough for me to know that locking myself up that one night each month is imperative if I am to preserve my sanity and protect mankind from myself.
I saw a pair of headlights appear far in the distance just as the first tremor begin to flutter deep in the core of my body. I looked around frantically for any possible solution to my dilemma but saw nothing. I knew I was out of time. The curse was about to take over and the first victim of the evening was behind those two pinpoints of light coming down the road. As if struck by a bolt of lightning I suddenly saw the answer. I could throw the car keys into the ditch and shut myself in the trunk of the car. With the car locked there was no possible way for me to escape from the improvised cell. People passing by would see a car on the side of the road and think nothing of it. No one would stop to investigate out here until the morning when I would be found. That just might work!
I hurled the keys off the side of the road and took a step towards the car but it was too late. The tremor rapidly grew in strength until my whole body vibrated with energy. The was nothing more that I could do. I had tried to make it to my safe room for the safety of myself and everyone else but I had failed. The last emotion my rational mind registered was a mixture of hopelessness and fear as the curse took over control of my entire being.
All of the emotions and thoughts I had been experiencing immediately changed as if a biological switch deep inside me was flipped. The feelings of hopelessness and fear were replaced with thrill and excitement. This was one of the most scary parts of the curse to me. It felt as though I was losing a part of myself. That the change may one day be permanent or that i would not see it as a curse any longer.
My body grew hot as a heat wave emanated outwards from my core into my limbs and extremities. The sound of joints popping rang in my ears as my bones shrank and readjusted into a smaller more fragile form. I could feel all of my skin shrink and tighten across my muscles as they shrank and softened in concert with everything else. My arms and legs shortened as my fingernails lengthened. The hair on my head grew out rapidly as if being augmented by the hair disappearing across the rest of my body until I was virtually hairless from the neck down. I could feel small adjustments to the bone structure in my face, chest, and pelvis as my body continued to transform. My cheekbones and jaw receded, my nipples grew larger as two large lumps began to grow behind them. My genitals shrank until they literally inverted and continued to recess further in my body no longer resembling testicles and a penis.
The transformation seemed to take an entirety to me but for everyone else it occurred over the span of about five seconds. I fell forward bracing myself against the rear of my rental car as the transformation came to completion and the vibrations ceased. While the person in the reflection of the rear window was still technically me, it might as well be a completely different person.
And such is the curse that I have suffered every full moon for the last two years. No amount of praying, wishing, or body mutilation I perform throughout the month could stop it. Every full moon my body transforms into the slender and extremely beautiful visage of an early 20's blond female with a body that exceeded every definition of the word perfect ever conceived. Everything from the long slender legs to ample 36C breasts that are shaped perfectly. Some may think that the transformation isn't really a bad thing and it really wouldn't be if that were the only change to take place. No, the physical transformation isn't even close to the worst part of this curse. The worst part are the uncontrollable urges that take over my mind and destroy every bit of self-control I try to exert to stop them.
The urge that nearly always hits me first is to get out of whatever it is I was wearing at the time of the transformation. My body is larger in nearly every way prior to the transformation. Once the change is complete, my clothes practically hang from my new slender form. As soon as I see them, the urge to improve such a ratty image hits my mind like a freight train even if the only alternative is to strip completely nude.
I screamed inside of my mind to stop but there was nothing I could do. My body was possessed and the curse had complete control. I am nothing more than spectator within my own body. My hands and arms moved, stripping off my shirt, pants, and sliding my boxer shorts to the ground at my feet. As soon as I was naked a strong feeling of accomplishment washed through me even though I continued my futile battle for control over my own body.
With the internal battle for control of my body taking up all of my focus, I completely forgot about the headlights on the road until my mind registered the sound of a vehicle coming to a stop next to my car. My body turned without any hint of modesty to face the pick up truck stopped in the road. My eyes focused on the drivers side of the cab to see a man staring wide eyed at me.
I could understand that look. That was the surprised look of a person who never in their life ever thought they would see an extremely beautiful, and extremely naked, female on the side of the road smiling seductively at them. And that, if you hadn't guessed, is the absolute worst part of the curse. It is the most embarrassing part of the whole thing that has kept me from seeking medical and mental help to finding a cure because I'd have to disclose it to the doctor. It being the unstable urge to provide complete sexual gratification for any man that crosses my path while the curse has a hold of me.
"Are you ok? Do you need help? Has someone hurt you?", the man asked in a loud voice once the initial shock and surprise had passed.
