Evan cursed a lot. A lot as to the point in scared his friends. His mom was fed up.
One day, when Evan came home from school, his mom decided to put his plan into action.
“Hi Evan! How was your day?” she said.
“Fucking boring, bitch,” he replied angrily. His mom was fed up.
“That’s not very ladylike,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking guy, of course it’s damn not.”
“Not for long,” his mom muttered. “It’s hot outside, have a drink.”
“Okay, it was pretty fucking hot.” He drank it, wishing it was alcohol. “Why the fuck does this water taste so sweet?” he asked. As he did this, his mom watched him shrink an inch.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said, smiling. “You should go to your room and change, you’re covered in sweat.” He went to his room, and his mom quietly walked behind him, pretending that she was going to her room. When he got in, he couldn’t believe what he saw on his bed.
“What the fuck! Why are hell there girl’s clothes on my bed?!” He stared at the black tanktop and the maroon skirt while he shrinked 4 inches, to 5’4. As this happened he realized something was wrong. His mom entered his room.
“Well sweety, you drank a potion, and now every time you curse your transformation into a girl takes another step. Now how about you put on the clothes, there is underwear and a bra for you in that drawer.” Evan began cursing his mom off. About five curses in, he stopped, as some changes had set in. His hair had grown to shoulder length and became straight. His hands and arms became more feminine, his nails becoming long and perfectly manicured with a baby pink polish on them, and he began thinking about the clothes.
“I guess I’ll wear them, they do seem fucking nice,” he said, his penis shrinking slightly.” He put the bra and panties on. “Shit these feel nice.” His chest filled the cups and his butt expanded. He began crying: “Mom, this is fucking awful.” His hips widened and waist narrowed. “Is there any fucking way to reverse this? Am I going to lose my damn memories?” His face became feminine, with perfect makeup, and his penis finally became a vagina.
“There’s no way of reversing this, but you’ll not lose your memories. If you curse again your thoughts will become much more feminine. You’ll almost never curse again.”
“Fuck,” she said, eyes widening. “I mean I’m sorry Mom!”
“Shh, it’s fine. Welcome to your new life, Eve.”
Comments
Well crap!
uh... where can I get some of that stuff that's some good shit... er wtf? =]
Sara
When I transitioned
I did a pretty good job of giving up swearing, as I feel it is very unattractive for a lady.
ummm...
what? I ... okay.
I mean for quick and easy story that's fine but i was rather confused.
When soap isn't enough...
When soap isn't enough...
Desperate times calls for desperate measures, then again my sister and aunt curse worse than sailors!
I'm told STFU more times in a day than most people get told in a lifetime
Dare I?
Fucking curses.
I was led here as a story "like this", from a story with a Cluster F-Bomb as a virtual punch line.
I've heard feminine girls and young ladies cuss like a sailor. So I'm not quite sure about this: "If you curse again your thoughts will become much more feminine. You’ll almost never curse again.” Maybe the latter is meant as independent of the former. Maybe she'll just turn more creative or elaborate about his cursing: "Copulating vagina!" or "Flipping cactus-head!"
I don't really like the idea of cursing someone or punishing someone for their self-expression. This story gave me a similar idea, for different expressions. The curse would grossly backfire, of course. It would not be for lying. That's been done many times. For example: https://youtu.be/FAza_H6xm3U?t=630 . I'm not telling. I'm saving it for my story.
-- Daphne Xu
Cursing trope
In some cases, the character is forced, by magic, to say some alternate word when he (or usually, she) (often formerly he) tries to swear.
"What the sugar are you trying to do, you fudging buttercup?"
My Idea
I hope that I wrote down that idea I had because I completely forgot it.
I'm quite familiar with that class of magic, having used it a lot in my BB stories: "I'm not Ruth, I'm Ruth!" People are cursed to inability to say their former names or their former male activities. One can be cursed to not curse. My objection: equating "more feminine" with not cursing.
Okay, one could say that young ladies of the past three-quarter century were very unfeminine. (More power to them.)
-- Daphne Xu
"Ladies don't curse!"
"I'm not a lady."
I've heard variations of that in real life going back to the dark days of the previous millennium. My take is that they are rejecting the shackles of societal expectations.
Some, males and females in equal measure, find it crude and unattractive.