Why is This Still Happening?!?

    It seems that for as long as I fight this, the more the curse takes a hold of my body. So, for as long as I refuse to be an insufferable douche of a man, the more I am made to act like one. It really does appear that there is no way out of this. It isn’t like I can just fake it or something as this is affecting my mind. As for a status update, it’s been a couple of years since I became a boy and well, I’m officially a man now. I even had to register for the draft. And I’m sure the military would love to have a soldier like me with how hard I’m working my body.

    I practically live at the gym now. Just doing all sorts of reps to get my body even bigger. I lost touch with all my friends from my previous life. It’s funny because when it comes to the phrase “my previous life”, both literal and figurative meanings make sense. Gotta laugh to stay sane, right? I mean, fuck! I dont even own a shirt with sleeves anymore! I grew out of my old ones and I never bought anything but tank tops to replace them!

    Oh fuck! I really do look huge in that picture, don’t I? And that really is the point, isn’t it? It’s to just show off to everyone how manly I am and to myself whenever I do my many posts to social media about my “gains” and my “jacked bod”. Oh hey, look! Here’s one of me not even bothering with a shirt at all! Real surprise there!

    There’s not much left to the imagination in any picture I do these days. At least I have no shortage of girls to play with. I go through them fairly quickly now but they seem happy just to have dated me. I think I’ve been dating girls longer as a guy now than I ever did as a girl and I’m not sure how to take that. There are even guys jealous of not only that but of my bigger muscles! I mean, look at this guy!

    You know, I actually bought that hoodie. What I mean is that I chose it of my own free will. It’s a nice top. I’m sure I was only allowed to because it still showed off how huge my body is but at least I got to do something, you know? After being trapped in a man’s body and being made to do and say things I routinely get horrified by, it was nice to do something for myself. I think I’ll grow a beard. Make do with what I got, right? I’m sure it’ll look great! 

    And Now This is Happening

    Okay, so I apparently am not “learning my lesson”. Want to know how I know that? The old man that did this to me went up to me and said so! He said that it goes against the spirit of his deal that I was “basically still a girl despite being a boy”. What’s it to him how I live the life he forced onto me, anyhow? The guy he made a deal with doesn’t even remember it! But then he goes on saying how that doesn’t matter and how he isn’t a hack. Before I finish asking what he plans to do, he sent this weird pulsating flash at me and disappeared.

    I would have said “what the hell?!?”…if I could speak. Instead my body moved on its own straight to my room to change and then to the nearest wide open floor. I was wondering what was going on but then I dropped and did lots of push-ups. I mean, I worked out as both a girl and as a boy so I could remain pretty but I was doing an absurd amount here. It honestly seemed like half an hour passed before I stopped…only to immediately start doing sit-ups. I didn’t even bother keeping track of time. I also wasn’t surprised that after all that was done, I jumped up to the nearest door frame and did a bunch of curl-ups either. 

    My parents came home to me binge eating a crapload of protein. When they questioned my sudden new eating habits, I said in a low voice “I’m bulking up. Wanna get huge.” Oh fuck. That’s what’s going on here. Even worse, my parents just chuckled and said I was “at that age when boys want to become manly” and encouraged me. If only they weren’t such great parents.

    Even worse, it didn’t stop there. I picked up other new habits that were much more decidedly masculine than my old ones of looking pretty and hanging out with girls. I just started to lay back like a complete and utter douchebag in my classes. Look at this! I don’t think I could like even more like a douche!

    I joined the wrestling team. Yeah. That sport where it’s encouraged to bulk up a lot and you’re face first into some other guy’s BO while wearing a getup that leaves little to the imagination. It was hardly my first pick of a hobby after becoming a boy for a reason.

    I hadn’t ever even so much as touched a skateboard in my entire life and now I spend a few hours a week zooming through my neighborhood. Started to hang out with a seedier crowd too. Of course I was shirtless for all of this. I’d roll my eyes at any guy that did that but you know what I tell people instead? “Why should I hide such a great manly bod like this one behind a shirt?”

    Speaking of no shirt, guess what I do really often now? If you guessed “stupid cocky poses while not wearing a shirt and posting pics to social media”, then you’d be right! I was saving up for a car, but you know what I was made to spend it on instead? A motorcycle! That thing’s dangerous! But of course, it’s the “manly thing to do” and to do said pose too, while I’m at it.

    You know what else is dangerous? A gun. They’re loud too. I hate them. Always have and always will. I’m sure you know where this is headed. I begged my dad to take us to the shooting range from time to time. Is it really that manly to take out defenseless targets at a distance? Must be, seeing as I’m forced to do it now.

    It’s like I’m obsessed with being and looking as manly as possible, which is what I’m sure was the point that old man was getting at when I refused to play his game and did this to me in retaliation. Many remarked about the weird 180 change from the pretty and effeminate playboy I was and I usually tell them “that was when I was a boy. I’m gonna be a man soon and it’s time I look and acted like one!” Sometimes accompanied with a burp or fart because why not, right? After the first few times, I even looked annoyed that people kept saying that that I went to the barber and got my pretty and beautiful hair cut shorter! You know, to show people how serious I was about all this!

    I have no idea how long this will last. At this point, it seems like the rest of my life. I will be forever trapped in a man’s body, being made to do and be all the things I hated about men. And why? Because some jerk made some sort of amazing trade with an old magical man! And he doesn’t even remember doing it! That fact is thrown into my face all the more so now that hang out with him and the rest of the douche crowd now over those lovely and pretty ladies that I used to. Can this asinine curse or whatever be over yet?