Cursed

by Jennifer White

  

Charlie Two-Horses looked at the impressive new building, and shook his head. This was the future of his tribe now. He thought back to the stories his grandfather had told him, of the old days before the white man came. Back then, the tribe owned all the land, as far as the eyes could see. A man could ride a horse two days in any direction and still be on the tribe's land.

But when the white man came, they took the land for their farms, and told the tribe that it was no longer theirs. Outnumbered and out armed, there was no hope of victory in battle. So the tribe agreed to change its ways, and allow the invaders to stay.

However, soon there were no more buffalo, and all the beavers were gone. The tribe could no longer sustain the old ways. Now that the were weak, more of their land was taken. They were forced to agree to give most of it away, in exchange for food and support from the white man.

Once, there were thousands of them, in ten villages. Now, they numbered only 500, and lived on a meager 100 acres. Too small to even farm, they relied on outside help for everything. Alcoholism was very high. Depression was common. Some left the reservation to try and live in the white man's world. But those too proud or to stubborn remained behind.

Once Charlie's father passed away, he became the leader of the tribe. It pained him every day to see the condition of his once proud people. But he had a vision of the future, where they could live well. One where there was hope. Even after his wife died in childbirth, he still believed that he could find happiness, and bring a peaceful future for his people. But to reach his dream, he had to make a bargain with the devil.

 

The white man loved their money more than anything. Yet for some reason he could not understand, the would flock to games of chance, risking their hard earned dollars in the hopes of making it rich. Most lost, but the few who won kept them all coming back. Other tribes across the country had opened casinos, to take advantage of this.

In most states, such gambling was illegal. But since the reservation was sovereign territory of the tribe, the white man's laws did not apply. Charlie was determined to open a casino, to take the white man's money, and make the tribe rich again. His long term vision was to divide the money equally among all the people, but to convince them to set aside a portion every month, which they would use to expand the land holdings of the tribe. Bit by bit, they would buy back the land stolen from the ancestors.

But nobody on the reservation had the capabilities to build and run a casino. A building was needed, decorated like a palace. People to run the operations were needed, such as dealers, pit bosses, and security. Business managers were needed for the large sums of cash that would flow. People to maintain the slot machines, and many other specialized jobs.

The only choice was to work with someone that already had the experience. And so it was that Charlie Two-Horses came to meet Allan Kane. He had been the general manager at a Las Vegas casino for fifteen years, before striking out on his own. He operated several other casinos on native American reservations, so he was the obvious choice. Charlie talked to elders of the other tribes, who all gave Allan glowing reviews.

After consulting the other tribal elders, the decision was made. And soon, the building started for the Wild Mustang Casino and Resort. Charlie and the other elders signed the paperwork to set the gears in motion. Allan Kane's management company would put up the money for construction, furnish the casino, and run the business operations, in exchange for 25% of the gross receipts. 100% of the profits would flow to the tribe. A minimum of 50 jobs were promised for the tribe in the casino. They were proud that they had negotiated such a good deal.

* * *

 

The Wild Mustang Casino was an immediate success. Charlie watched proudly as the white men streamed in, buying drinks, and putting money down on the blackjack tables, roulette, poker and craps. And there was a constant noise of slot machines ringing and dispensing money. Every moment, the tribe was getting richer.

At the end of the first month, Charlie went to collect the first check for the tribe.

"I'm sorry, but there is no check yet. It cost $3.2 million to build the casino, and furnish it. This month, we took in almost $1 million. After payroll, utilities, taxes, and management fees, the remaining profits go to paying off the initial costs."

This seemed reasonable, so Charlie went back empty handed to the tribe, to explain the situation. It would be a while before they received money, because of all they had to borrow to build it in the first place.

 

The second month, the third and the fourth were the same. The casino was now taking in $1.2 million a month, but still the tribe had not seen a dime.

"What about the jobs you promised us?" said Charlie.

"We have 50 of your people working here" replied Allan.

"Yes, but only as janitors, waitresses, and other low level jobs. Why aren't my people working as dealers and pit bosses? Why don't we have any of the high paying jobs?"

"Those will take time. You need to have specialized training to do those. These people I brought in from Las Vegas, where they all have a minimum of two years experience. In time, your people will get the better jobs too. Don't worry."

Once again, Charlie had to return empty-handed to the tribe.

* * *

 

It was now a year since the casino had first opened, and the tribe was getting very impatient. As of yet, they had not received even a dime of profits. There was always an excuse. And their people where still not working the good jobs. There was much unrest. Charlie went back to see Allan Kane, determined to sort out the situation.

"We took in $1 million last month. How can there not be a profit?" asked Charlie.

"Well, look at the numbers. First, the management fee is 20%, so that leaves $750,000. Payroll, taxes and utilities came to $120,000. We had to expand the parking lot, and that cost $210,000."

"That still leaves almost half a million" said Charlie.

"$420,000 to be exact" replied Allan. "And of that, $200,000 goes to interest on the loan, leaving only $220,000 to pay on the loan."

"Interest? Why do you charge us interest? You never mentioned this before!"

"It's in the contract. Didn't you read all the fine print?"

"We negotiated with you in good faith! You take $250,000 as your management fee, then you take another $200,000 for interest? You get almost half a million, and the tribe gets nothing!"

"Its just business" said Allan. "Nothing personal. Now I've got work to do, so if you'll excuse me..."

Charlie was enraged. This wasn't right. Did this Allan take him for a fool? It would take another half a year to pay off the loan. And by then, he was sure that there would be some other excuse. It was no longer time for talking. It was time for action.

* * *

 

Charlie assembled the tribal leaders, who argued at length about what was to be done. It was then that John Clearsky came to see them. He had left the reservation, to go to college. He had studied accounting, and had decided to return to the reservation to get a job at the casino. That way, he could use his degree, and be with his family again.

"They have been hiding it, but look at this" he said. "They are taking money, and putting it aside where they should not have. That makes the profits look smaller, which means that you pay off the loan slower, which means that Allan Kane gets to keep more of the money which is rightfully due the tribe. I will talk to Allan when he returns, but that is not for weeks."

The white man had once again cheated them, and he had to be taught a lesson. Charlie had an idea, which they all agreed to. It was not something the did often, but in this case, it seemed warranted.

The oldest member of the tribe was the 'medicine man'. He was from a long line, but the last of his kind because his son had died young, and he refused to pass along his knowledge to others. He said it had no place in the modern world.

When he heard what the council had decided, he nodded. It seemed just and fair. This evil man had cheated the tribe, so taking away his most precious possession seemed to be a just retribution.

He began preparations for the curse.

* * *

 

Allan Kane was flying on his private Lear jet, returning for Vegas. He owned the plane, and kept the pilot, copilot, and the flight attendant on his staff, full time. He typically flew with his accountant Cathleen, and his assistant business manager Becky. It was no accident that he had hired them in particular. Not only were they both fully qualified and as able as any man, but both were good looking enough to be show girls. And both liked dressing in the sexy clothes he bought for them.

Allan liked to fly between his headquarters in Vegas, and the various properties he managed. Today, he was off to visit a tribe in Kansas for two days. Then on to Minnesota, then back to Vegas.

"Here are the latest numbers for the Wild Mustang Casino" said Becky.

"Looks good. They are our most profitable client."

"I'm worried about these entries in the ledger though" said Cathleen. "It looks like money is going out for expenses that shouldn't be there anymore. You have a full staff of dealers. Why are we spending $50,000 on dealer training services?"

"Never mind those" said Allan. "I'll take care of that."

Cathleen suspected but couldn't prove, that her boss was siphoning off money for himself. She had suspected as much at other casinos, but her boss was good at talking his way out of such situations. And it was a cushy job for her, well paying, free travel, and he constantly showered her with gifts, including free clothes. She had a whole suitcase full of high-fashion outfits and shoes. She was a lucky girl to have job like this! So she didn't press the matter further.

Allan was sweating, and took off his jacket. He loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. He felt hot and clammy, but with a strange oppressive feeling too.

"Brenda darling, I need a drink" he said to the flight attendant. He watched her rear end as she bent over to get a glass from the compartment. She poured him a scotch and soda, then handed it over. He thought that she was a wonderful piece of ass.

Allan downed the drink, but it didn't help him feel any better.

"Are you feeling all right?" asked Becky. "You don't look well" she said.

"I don't feel well" said Allan. "But we have work to do. Lets get back to it."

They went over the numbers and the plans for the casino they were flying towards. Allan had a hard time concentrating on the numbers. He found his eyes wandering to Cathleen's outfit. He loved how her shoes looked. She was so well coordinated. And he loved the cut of the dress. So stylish, so sexy.

He felt so tense and so constricted! He stretched his arms up towards the ceiling. Both Becky and Cathleen fell silent, and just stared at him.

"What?" he said, but neither spoke.

Allan glanced over to Brenda, but she averted her eyes.

"Will someone tell me what is going on!" he said, feeling far to upset about this. He was not an emotional person, but he was almost seeing red!

"Tell me!!!" he demanded.

"Well sir, it's that your shirt....you...I think you had better take off your shirt and see for yourself."

Allan had a puzzled look on his face. What he hell kind of request was that? Well, he would humor them. He took off his tie, and undid the buttons on his shirt as he started at Becky's glorious body. He undid the buttons on the cuffs, and pulled off his shirt.

"There, what's the....."

He cut himself off in mid-sentence as he looked down and saw his chest. He saw what the women had seen when he had stretched. There, on his chest was something that didn't belong. Breasts.

"Get them off of me!" he yelled, which was silly, because they were part of him.

"I think they're still growing" said Becky.

"What's going on? Help!" said Allan, but the women didn't know what to do.

"Does he seem shorter to you too?" asked Cathleen.

"I think so" replied Brenda.

"I'm getting shorter?" cried Allan. His eyes were filled with a look of pure terror. He had been through many touch experiences in his life. But nothing compared to this. He was getting shorter? He had large firm upturned breasts? Like a woman. Oh no! What if...

Allan undid his belt buckle, and almost ripped his slacks as the pulled them off, after kicking off his shoes. He could feel himself growing shorter in stature. His eyes were *level* with Cathleen now, and he used to tower over her.

He was afraid at what he would find when he removed his boxers.

"Don't look" he said to the women, but they peeked as he pulled them down. He was still a man between his legs, but not for long. You could see his penis shrinking pulling back up inside him.

"No!" he shrieked, in an unsettlingly high voice.

"He's a girl now!" said Becky.

"Like us" said Cathleen. "He's one of us now!"

Allan was crying, flooded with emotions. He felt such a loss! It was gone, the thing between his legs that defined him as a man. He looked like a woman now. And there were more changes to come.

"Your face...it looks pretty" said Becky.

"Your hair! Its long! And your hips!"

"She has curves" said Brenda.

"She?" replied Allan.

"Well, you are a woman now" said Cathleen. "Look at you! Listen to you! There is nothing left of you that is male. I don't understand this, but you have to face it. Somehow, you have become a woman."

"No!" said Allan, still not believing it. This must be a dream. A nightmare. This could not be real.

"Somebody wake me up!" he said.

"Boss, you're not dreaming. This is *real*" said Becky.

"You can't feel pain in dreams, right?" said Brenda.

She poked Allan with a fork.

"Ow!" he yelled.

"See, it's not a dream"

"I feel cold" said Allan, who pulled on the slacks that were sitting on the ground. But his legs were so much shorter now, that they came six inches from reaching the ends of the pant legs. And the waist of the pants was huge.

"She looks like a size 4?" said Brenda. "Aren't you a 4 Cathleen?"

"Yes! I had better get her some of my clothes."

"I'm not a her!" protested Allan.

"You are now" said Brenda, who was clearly enjoying this. Her boss paid her well, but had always been sexist and somewhat mean to her. Now she could have a chance to rub it in. The other two women were thinking the same thing. After all the times he had treated them poorly, just because they were women, perhaps some degree of revenge was in order?

Cathleen went to the back, and came back with her suitcase.

"We had better dress her up. She has no idea how to do it" said Brenda.

"Agreed" said Cathleen, who started by pulling out the sexiest pair of panties she owned: black thong style. They put them on Allan, and admired their work. Next came a black lacy bra, which was tight on Allan.

"I think she's a D cup. Either of you have one that big?"

"No, sorry. She'll have to do until we can get her to a store"

"How about this?" said Cathleen, handing over a demibra. It only cupped the underside of the breasts, so it wasn't as bad as the full bra.

Next came sheer stockings, followed by a sexy black skirt.

"It's so small! It barely covers me!" protested Allan.

"You like it when we wear things like that. So you should see what its like for us" said Becky.

Cathleen handed over a very sexy top. It had a very low cut neckline, that really showed off Allan's new cleavage. After putting on a pair of high heels, they made him look in her mirror.

"I I'm gorgeous..." he said.

"Well isn't she egotistical" said Brenda.

"If you think you're pretty now," said Cathleen, "then just wait until we get some makeup on you."

"Makeup?" said Allan, terrified, as if it would hurt or something.

"Yes, makeup" said Becky. "Remember how you told us that you want to see all the women on this plane always wear makeup? Well you're a woman too now, so you need to get dolled up, like us."

They set to work, with Brenda doing Allan's nails, Becky doing the face, and Cathleen working on the hair. When they were done, Allan looked in the mirror. He was speechless.

"She looks like she could be a showgirl" said Becky.

"But what kind of name is 'Allan' for a showgirl? I think she needs something more fitting, now that she's female."

"Hmm. Allan....Al....Alice!"

"Yes, Alice is perfect."

"Alice?" replied Allan in protest.

"What? It's a girl's name? Well you're a girl now, remember? Look in the mirror, and tell me that you look like an Allan. No, you're Alice now honey."

"Yes Alice. A pretty girl like you needs a pretty name."

"Alice..." he said. Not quite accepting, but not protesting. He could understand their logic. In this body, he could hardly go around calling himself Allan.

"I have to go pee" said Alice.

"Go ahead. Don't forget to leave the seat down when you're done!"

The other girls laughed. They hated how he would always thoughtlessly leave the seat up when he was done. There were three of them, but just one of him. But he had never thought of *them* before.

After a few moments, they heard a loud wailing sound. Alice was shrieking and crying.

"What's wrong honey?" said Beck.

"I'm bleeding! I can't stop it!" said Alice.

"Open the door. Let me help you. I'll get a bandage."

"That won't help! I'm bleeding from here!"

"I can't see through the door, sugar."

"I mean here, between my legs."

The three women gathered outside the door looked at each other, and broke up in a fit of giggles.

"Oh Alice, it's nothing to worry about. It's just your period. You've got 'the curse', just like all of us."

The Curse. One nickname for that time of the month that all women had to suffer through. Most women think it is so unfair that men don't have to go through the same ordeal ever 30 days like we do. So it was a humorous moment for the three, to see their formerly male boss to discover the most visible symptom they had to suffer through every month.

"Alice, open the door. Let me hand you a tampon. Let me know if you can't figure out how to stick it in there."

That caused another round of giggles.

"I don't want to stick anything in there!" protested Alice.

"Well, none of us have Maxis, and you need something. So take this."

Reluctantly, Alice opened the door, and accepted the tampon. It took a few minutes before she emerged, visibly shaken.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" said Brenda.

"Women do that all the time. Once a month" said Becky.

"Our curse" said Cathleen.

Curse! Alice froze. That was it! A curse must have been placed on her. That's why she was a woman now. But....

"What's the matter?" said Cathleen, sounding concerned.

"I just accepted that I'm a woman" said Alice. "I thought of myself as 'her', like it was natural. Dammit! I've become a woman in body, and now my mind is going!"

"What are you so afraid of?"

"That I'll become a woman inside too. That I'll be attracted to men. I feel so upset about this! I just can't understand what's happening to me! It is so much to grasp, so quickly!...."

Alice poured her heart out, and told the others what she was feeling inside. They all listened patiently. They were women, and they knew that once one of their sisters got on a roll, to let her go and get it all out. Allan had never shown any emotion (unless you count greed), and had always been all business (unless you count flirting). So it was quite an eye-opener to hear Alice go on like she was!

When she was through, she smiled.

"I feel so much better, to have got that off my chest."

"I bet that's not what you really wanted to get off your chest though" joked Becky.

"What do you mean?" said Alice, not hearing the irony.

"I mean *boobs*, silly!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like to get *those* off your chest" said Brenda.

"Ha ha" said Alice half heartedly. "At least if I'm going to have boobs, they're not little bitty A-cups."

"Ouch!" replied Brenda. "Stand back folks, she bites!"

"It's that time of the month..." added Cathleen.

They all laughed, even including Alice. Being able to joke about her period was a big step. It meant a certain level of acceptance. She was well on her way to really becoming a woman.

* * *

 

They got back to business, finalizing the plans. Before descending into the regional airport, the captain came out of the cockpit to advise the passengers about the weather conditions, since the intercom was on the fritz.

"Where's Allan?" he said.

They looked around nervously, not knowing what to tell him.

"And who is this lovely young thing?" added the captain, looking at Alice.

"I'm Allan's sister Alice. You must be Captain Browning, that I've heard so much about."

"Nice to meet you Alice. I'd like to get to know you better some time, but for now, I need to advise you that we are going to have a few bumps during landing, so everyone had better strap in and stow all your luggage."

"Aye-aye captain!" said Alice. She stared at him as he went back up front and closed the door.

"Aye-aye?" said Cathleen bursting out into laughter. "That's the best thing you could think of to say?"

"I...well you see, its just that....he...I...well..."

"I think someone is attracted to men in uniform" said Brenda.

"Really?" asked Cathleen.

"I can't believe it. I don't *want* to feel this way, but its this body. It just melted. *I* just melted."

"You want him, don't you."

"Unfortunately, yes" said Alice, with her head down.

"Don't feel bad Alice. It just means that you're a *woman*. That's all. Its not the end of the world. Its a good thing! Its *normal*."

"Not normal for me."

"But normal for a woman" said Brenda.

"And since you're one of us now..."

"That means its normal for you"

"Alice has got a boyfriend!" sang Brenda

Alice looked defeated. Her body language showed it too. She was too afraid now to tell the other girls what she was feeling inside.

Horny.

* * *

 

Alice presented herself as Allan's sister at the meeting, and all went well. But on the plane again flying off to the next stop, she was suddenly caught with pangs of guilt for what she had been doing to these people.

"Do you think it was them who cursed me?" she asked Becky.

"I don't know. You weren't as greedy with them. I'd bet on the Wild Mustang. I mean, those people haven't even seen a cent yet, and you've made what? Millions?"

"I've got to pay my staff somehow" she replied jokingly.

"Well, if you don't want to stay a woman, I would suggest you cancel the current trip, go to the Wild Mustang, and try to set things right. Those people have a strong sense of fairness. If you go to them, maybe you can get out of this."

"You're right" said Alice.

 

The plane changed course in mid-flight, and headed into the heart of the country, to a small airport near the Wild Mustang Casino.

* * *

 

"Charlie, you have a visitor" said the secretary.

"Hello Ma'am. What can I help you with?" said Charlie cordially.

"I want to speak to you about Allan Kane" she said in her sweet whisper of a voice.

"Oh, what about him?" replied Charlie.

"I think you know" she said in a stern tone.

Charlie nodded. He told his secretary to leave them alone. She smiled and left.

"I love your hair" she told Alice on the way out.

"Why thank you! And you're face is so lovely" she replied.

"Now what is it you want?" said Charlie in a serious tone.

"You know what I want back" said Alice.

"Yes I do" said Charlie, holding up a black felt pouch. "Your manhood. It is in here now, captured for *me* to keep."

"Please" said Alice. "I'll do anything! Please restore me!"

She broke down, and began to cry.

"There is a way" he said in a somber tone.

"What? Please!" sobbed Alice.

"As a man you screwed over my people. Now we will do it to you. If you want to get this..."

(he help up the pouch dramatically)

"...then you need to make love with every male member of my tribe what wants you, and any females that prefer that. Then when you're done, you must bear us a son. After you deliver the boy to me, you will be changed back. I put my oath in writing. Just sign here that you agree."

"I will" sobbed Alice. "Anything to get myself back!"

"And now you can start with me" said Charlie.

"I don't think you'll want me. I'm having my period" she said. It was a big turn-off when she had been a man.

"It doesn't bother me. Now lock the door, and take those clothes off!"

* * *

 

The next few days were the worst ones in Alice's life. Even after she learned to get over the shock of making love as a woman, and it no longer bothered her that *she* was the one on her back, letting a lover penetrate into her, there was still the issue that she was being no better than a hooker. There was even one woman who wanted her, and she put out for her too. As a man, the idea of two women together sounded exciting. But in real life, Alice found that she preferred the 'natural' way, with a member of the opposite sex. But unfortunately for her, that meant a man. She was a woman now, and had to deal with it.

But eventually, she got through the long list of those that wanted to screw her. They didn't say anything, but she was sure that they all knew who she really was. So they really put it to her.

Alice left the reservation completely shamed.

* * *

 

Three months later, Alice visited Charlie in his office.

"I have great news!" she said.

"What's that?"

"Well, first of all, I've found a few accounting discrepancies. I fixed things up, so I'm proud to present you with a check for $10 million! You are now a rich man."

"No. There are 500 of us, so we each only have $20,000. Hardly rich, but I good beginning. I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

He made a formal bowing motion towards her, which she clumsily returned.

"And second," she said, beaming, "I am happy to report that I am pregnant, and the tests confirmed: it is a boy. The tribe will soon have a new son, and you can free me from your curse."

Charlie gave her a strange look.

"I'm afraid that's not possible" he said.

"What??!!!!" gasped Alice.

"You didn't read the fine print of our agreement? Oops, I didn't mean to mislead you telling you about having a son. You see, the fine print here says that if you get pregnant, then the medicine man can never remove the curse from you. I'm afraid that you are stuck as a woman forever now."

As Alice gasped in fear and disbelief, Charlie removed the contents of black bag, put them into a glass of water, and drank it all down.

"You are now a woman forever" he said. "And *I* have your male sexual power to add to my own. Since you will give birth to a member of the tribe, you are one of us now. I will make you my squaw, so I can make love to you every day. I will again be very potent, thanks to your former virility, which is now *mine*. Just as you are, woman."

"But...." started Alice.

"Silence! I have your ml sexual power in me now, and you cannot resist me! Search your heart. You will find that you love me now."

It was true. Alice crumbled inside as she realized that she was madly in love with Charlie. And she was pregnant. And she was going to be his squaw. And she was stuck as a woman forever. The tears flowed freely.

"Welcome to the tribe" said Charlie. "I may decide to share you, when high rollers come into town and need female companionship. Or I might make you one of our showgirls. Or I might just keep you barefoot and pregnant, making many babies for me. In any case, your future will be a womanly one."

He motioned to her, and she came over, unable to resist the attraction she now felt towards him, and the power he held over her. She fell into his arms. As he kissed her, she melted.

"Take off your clothes" he said.

She did so willingly, her body responding to him by becoming aroused already. She followed him to his bedroom, where she would begin the rest of her new life as a woman...

  

  

  

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