There was no denying by the time Jim reached his basement lab: his hand was now pale and feminine, with long black nails. His arm up to his elbow had pure, flawless porcelain skin, with no sign of any body hair. What was worse, Jim could actually feel the changes push even further up his arm.
"Calm down," he told himself. "Panic will only make it spread faster." He figured that he had and hour at most before the virus claimed his entire body, so he had to work fast. But the truth be told, he barely had a clue where to begin. He knew nothing about magic. Spuer-science was his specialty. So, working with what scant knowledge he had, he decided to treat the curse as if it were an ordinary virus. Racing to assemble the ingredients for an anti-virus, he pulled chemicals out of the special stock he used for his hyper-masculinizing devices.
Ten minutes later, he had completed his first batch of serum. By that time, his arm had completely transformed, the hair on his torso had fallen out, and his nipples had darkened and grown puffy. Jim found himself entertaining thoughts of wild sex with men, women,...demons. Shuddering, he prepared a syringe and got ready to inject himself.
Little did Jim realize, however, that his right arm had been working against him all this time. The formula he created had no chance of restoring his masculinity. Instead, it was going to...
Fri Mar 01 06:48:07 2013