The Cursed Ring - TG TF

Brandon wandered through the mall, which had a noticeable lack of people. Many of the stores were empty, though there were still quite a few clothing outlets and what not. Recently a Muslim run store had opened in the mall, and Brandon had curiously decided to check it out.

Eventually he found the store, a number of mannequins in the display window, wearing hijabs and other traditional garments. He opened the door and stepped inside.

Inside a saleswoman stood behind a glass counter, wearing a headscarf and seemingly preoccupied.

"Hello," she greeted, looking up as she noticed him enter. "What can I do for you sir?"

"Ah, nothing right now. I'm just looking around."

"If you need anything, please ask."

Brandon nodded his head and began looking around the store. There were a number of clothing racks throughout the store, however there were various other items as well, such as flags and copies of the Qur'an. He didn't see anything that particularly interested him, though he did spot some fancy looking jewelry. Maybe he could get something for his girlfriend?

"This looks nice," he said, picking up a ring with a turquoise stone in the center. "Maybe she'd like this?"

He turned it around in his hands, then thinking nothing of it, he curiously slipped the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly, though as he went to remove it the stone seemed to glow blue for a moment.

"What the?" he said to himself, before trying to pull it off only to find it stuck. "Oh, come on."

As he tried to wiggle the ring free, something very odd began happening. The hand in which the ring was stuck began to shrink, the skin changing in color as his fingers thinned. A moment later and his fingers were sporting long manicured nails matching the color of the gemstone.

"What the hell?" he said, now completely freaked out. "I'm losing my mind."

Whatever strange changes were going on, they seemed to move up from his hand. As they did, his arm which never was very muscular, started becoming thinner and more slender. The hairs covering it grew smaller and smaller, retreating into his darkening skin which was now looking more olive toned. Not believing what he was seeing, Brandon put his hands side by side in front of him, comparing them both. It looked like they belonged to two different people, the ringed hand was unmistakably female.

"Holy shit this can't be real!" He screamed, not bothering to care if anyone heard him or not. "I got a fucking chick's hand?!?"

Brandon's screaming caught the attention of the saleswoman behind the counter, who was now looking up at him from across the store. A look of concern and confusion was spread across her face, as she stared at the distressed looking young man.

"Sir?" She spoke up, wondering what exactly was going on. "Are you alright, do you need some assistance?"

"Huh?! Err, NO!" Brandon exclaimed, struggling to come up with a coherent response. Had she noticed what was happening to him? He quickly put his arm behind his back in an attempt to hide whatever strangeness was coming over him. He didn't want to be seen like this, like some sort of bizarre looking sideshow. "I… no… I'm fine. Just looking for something."

"Well, alright…" She responded, giving him a look as if he'd grown an extra head. She returned to her work, but kept a curious eye on him in case he was actually up to no good.

Brandon on the other hand was trying to keep calm as he tried to think of how to fix this. It was obvious that the ring was causing this, however removing it was easier said than done. Regardless he attempted to once more pull it off. Though as his uncorrupted hand gripped it, it once again began to pulse and glow, this time brighter.

"Shit! Not again!" He cursed in a hushed whisper, not wanting to draw attention to himself again."Get off! Get off!"

His left shoulder squeezed inwards, accompanied by an odd barely noticeable tingle. Then a moment later his right followed, bones shifting just the same. Brandon glanced up to investigate the tingling, though didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and continued his vain attempt to remove the ring.

There was a slight tingle in his scalp, which was followed by each lock of hair slowly growing longer. His hair which was blonde, had begun darkening from the roots, shifting more and more towards a black coloration. Though before his hair had finished changing a long black cloth seemingly materialized from thin air, wrapping around his head and masking his growing hair beneath it. 

"What the- What's on my head...?"  He mumbled to himself in confusion, raising a hand to his head to find himself wearing a woman's hijab. "What?! Where did this come from?!"

Startled and disturbed by the sudden appearance of the garment, he quickly pulled it back, only to be even more startled when long luxurious hair tumbled down his back and over his shoulders.

"My HAIR?!" He gasped, placing both his hands to his head, and running his fingers through the silky black hair. His eyes darted around the store, noticing the saleswoman glance in his direction. "Fuck!"

He quickly pulled the hijab back up over his head, concealing his new hairdo before she took notice.

"Uh, sir hija-"

"I'm going to try this on!" He shouted, before she could finish, cutting her off mid-sentence. He spotted a changing room, which he promptly rushed into, locking the door behind him. "That was close!"

He took a deep breath and pressed his back to the closed door, taking a moment to try and calm himself. Though as he did the changes showed no signs of stopping, in fact they seemed to be getting worse.

Spreading out from its place of origin and over his chest, there was a barely noticeable feeling manifesting in his chest, an odd pressure seemingly forming beneath his skin. Though his attention was soon brought lower down his body, as he could feel the waist of his pants growing... tighter? No, it was his hips. He watched as they expanded in opposite directions, widening to very womanly proportions while his waist squeezed inward. His legs were effected as well, becoming slimmer and more curved, but also gaining some extra mass in his thighs.

"My le-" As he spoke, the feeling in his chest interrupted him, growing much more noticeable, and almost pleasurable in its intensity for a brief moment. It felt as though someone had squeezed his nipples and gave them a good tug, forcing an involuntary moan from him. "OooOh!"

Beneath his shirt, Brandon's nipples had grown larger and more prominent, becoming noticeably more sensitive as was evident by the sensation they had evoked. It soon became quite evident that he was in fact developing breasts, as two small but noticeable mounds of flesh pulsed and squirmed, pushing his sensitive nipples forward to brush against the inside of his shirt. He gritted his teeth as the contact caused another moan, which came out as a pleasured whimper.

"Gotta… get this off!"

Brandon struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt, not even noticing that his other hand had already taken on the feminine shape and appearance of his other, with the same blue nails. He had only undone one button before he slipped his fingers under it, and tore it open. Several of the remaining buttons popped off and revealed his rapidly developing breasts, feeling their weight on his chest as they continued to grow.

"Ah! I've got tits!" He squealed, staring in shock at his chest. They continued to swell for several more moments, before settling at an impressive size that would put those of his girlfriend to shame. He was tempted to touch them, though his rational and frightened mind didn't dare.

The same darker skin that had first consumed his hands, began to crawl up his throat and down from his scalp, causing his skin to buzz with that familiar tingling sensation. Before he knew it, his handsome face was being restructured to a much more beautiful one. The color of his eyes shifted from grey to brown, their shape become more almond-like. His eyelashes grew out, as dark eyeliner enhanced his now stunning eyes. Eyebrows became more trimmed and well kept, with an attractive curve to them. His nose thinned and sharpened into a pretty point. His cheeks softened as his lips plumped up, and were covered in a light coating of lipstick.

"Wat happen to mai fa- Mai voice!" His voice had lost its masculine pitch, and now sounded like a woman's with a higher pitch and what sounded like some sort of… accent? "Limadha 'atahadath hakadha?" (Why am I talking like this?)

He was shocked by the words that had left his lips. He was speaking another language, one he'd never spoken before. Wait, was he speaking Arabic? He didn't know a single word in the language, but somehow he was now speaking it without even trying.

"Hadha jununu!" (This is crazy!) He spoke again, finding the words coming out in the very same language despite his efforts. He placed a womanly hand to his throat, feeling the absence of the Adam's Apple there.

The changes weren't just to his body, as the appearance of the hijab on his head had proven. The short sleeves of his unbuttoned t-shirt lengthened and grew longer, the ends of each widening as they fell past his wrists. A bracelet with various black stones also appeared on the same arm as his cursed ring. The rest of the shirt changed as well, fabric shifting to black as various stylized designs weaved themselves into it. His pants also began to melt together with the shifting shirt, and moments later he was wearing a long black robe, open from top to bottom. His breasts down to what was thankfully for him, still his male sex, were completely exposed. He wasn't even wearing any underwear, as his had completely disappeared. Luckily he was smart enough to have retreated to the dressing room before the changes had gotten to this point, and had avoided what would have been a rather embarrassing spectacle.

Suddenly he felt a strange and alien sensation between his legs, like a deep ache that was feeling oddly pleasurable. Glancing down he gasped, eyes widening.

"Ya 'iilahi! lays hadha!" (Oh my god! Not that!)

The transformation had finally made its way to his penis, which had sprung to life, though much to his horror it was no longer the size he was familiar with. It was half its former size, and he watched as it continued to shrink while his balls pulled closer and closer to his body.

"Awh , allaenatu!" (Oh, fuck!) He moaned, feeling his willpower begin to give way to the building pleasure. It wasn't helped by the fact that as his manhood shrank, his ass had also began to tingle and swell, as if fueling the growth of his rounding derreire.

Brandon couldn't stop himself as he jerked off with what small bit of his length was still left, and after a brief moment his balls quivered, unleashing all they contained in an explosive finale of molten sperm. His face contorted into a mask of cross-eyed ecstasy, as he let out a loud moan that only grew in volume as his penis and testicles were violently pulled inside him. The space they had occupied was soon taken by a newly formed female sex, which was now dripping with a mix of arousal and remnants of his male seed.

Meanwhile the saleswoman had heard everything, the sound of moans and other strange sounds coming from the dressing room that the young man had locked himself inside. She approached the door, hearing what sounded like a whore in heat. Whatever sort of madness was going on in there, she wasn't going to let it continue anymore. She had a business to run after all.

"Hello! What's going on in there?" She spoke up, giving the door a few knocks. "I'm coming in!"

Producing the key, she unlocked the door and twisted the handle. She was nearly knocked off her feet as the former Brandon fell onto his or well her back, with several fingers buried into her pussy.

"What in the name of Allah?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked at the sight of the indecency taking place in her store.

"Awh allaenata! Allaenata!" (Oh fuck! Fuck!) Brandon uttered, as she stared at the woman in shock, embarrassed to have been caught in the act of enjoying herself. "Yajib ealaa 'an 'adhhaba!" (I have to go!)

Before the woman could speak another word Brandon stumbled to her feet, pulling the robe closed and covering her mouth, as she rushed out of the store and into the mall. She didn't know what she was going to do, though she knew she was going to have a hard time explaining this to her girlfriend.