Levi began keeping a journal, which somehow remained intact once he changed, just became written by Levia. It was strange having this duality. One thing that seemed to be set was that when he was a woman, his life lived that day in that reality. When he changed back it was like he had not missed a day. That was good because he had missed a Monday of work after the Bachelor Party. Things had gotten strange after that realization. The journal was becoming an account of his exploits as a gal. So far during the week Levi had ended up transforming many times. The janitor he had tried to stay away from ended up with a Latina Levia that he fucked raw in the supply closet. He went to get coffee and ended up making out as an eighteen year old cheerleader with the young man working the counter. She even ended up at High School because the cheer team showed up. Apparently she was a slutty cheerleader because she ended up giving blow jobs and hand jobs during the day. Life was a blur of sex as different female forms. He was feeling the mindset creeping into the times he was back in his male body. Watching sports was horrible as he was checking out the players. He found himself checking out the fashion of women he saw. He was window shopping more and more, which wasn’t bad, except it was always dresses that were drawing his eye. He had stopped going out very much. Shopping was dangerous because he could anytime be alone with a guy. Work was harder to avoid it. He had slept his way through almost the entire Senior Staff. Some of those guys had some heavy fetishes. The days had begun to blur. It was becoming so confusing and tiring he had started just visiting Jon so he could be with a guy that didn’t really seek sex, just companionship. Still, he was having sex with Jon too.

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The turkey sausage was browning and the eggs had slowly begun cooking. Levia began scrambling the eggs and heard Jon shuffle into the kitchen. “I don’t know how I got so lucky that you are my caretaker.” he said as he poured a cup of coffee. “She smiled as he kissed her cheek. “I am the lucky one, you have no idea.” She was standing in one of his dress shirts that barely covered he panty clad ass. The long legs were drawing his attention and she giggled. Inside she was feeling different. She knew she was also Levi, but she was thankful that she had Jon to take a break from whatever had happened to her male self. “Jon, are you really okay with me being here like this?” He laughed as he watched her put food on the plates and carry them over. “I am overjoyed, my dear.” he said with a twinkle in his eye. They ate and chatted before Levia went and took a shower while Jon got dressed. He was heading to the Senior Center and lunch with his friends later. Levia cleaned the apartment before returning to her own. As she settled down on the couch in her place her phone rang.

“Levia darling!” a sing-song voice said. It was Jenny. Something about Jenny’s voice caused a wave of vertigo to hit Levia.  Ugh, I feel so sick. What is this feeling? “Hey Jenny.” she replied as she leaned on the wall. “Darling. It has been forever since we got together for lunch. You up for it today?” Levia thought about it. She felt like she was missing something important. Her gut was literally telling her something was wrong. She pushed that feeling down. “Sure. I am free until the evening. Meet at Harold’s on Sixth?” The answer was immediate, “I’ll be there!” Click, the line went dead. Levia went and got ready for this lunch with a person she had two memories of and she wasn’t sure if she really trusted her or not. As Levi, she knew they had a bad break up. Levi had cheated on her, but to be fair he cheated on every woman he had ever dated. This had been different, they had married. Now Levia was wondering what being a friend with a woman she was married to and wronged in another reality meant for her existence?

The coffee was good at Harold’s. They also had the best grilled chicken salad in the area. Levia had placed the order, but told the waitress to hold the order until her friend arrived. Jenny came in looking like a fox that just broke into the henhouse. A shiver ran up her spine as she stood and hugged Jenny. “You look so good, Levia. I figured you might be stressed out.” They sat. “No, not stressed. I am taking care of a man in my apartment building. Makes the commute easy. Plus he is a sweetheart.” she blushed. “Really. That sounds….nice.” Jenny replied, sounding a bit disappointed. They sat chatting. Food came and went. The time was coming for them to finish this lunch and Levia could sense Jenny had something she wanted to say. “Okay Jenny, spill. What is on your mind?” Jenny’s eyes raised, then she smirked, “Sure Levi.” Levia’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you KNOW?” Jenny leaned forward, “I do. I do because I am the one that placed the curse on you.” The world spun and Levia felt her body teeter on the verge of passing out. She grabbed the table to steady herself. “Why?” Rage transformed Jenny’s face, “You dare sit there and act like you don’t know? I know you know. You know that it is about how you cheated, how you made sure I was left with nothing and then was a man that moved on as if I were trash.” Levia looked into her lap. “Yes.” she said. “Yes? That is all you have to say? YES. Surely you could cry or you could be angry at me.” Jenny sat back and stared at Levia. “Jenny, what else is there to say? I understand. I didn’t, but being different women who are treated differently in every change I experience…I guess I just understand a bit how I hurt you.” Jenny stood. “I guess that is something. I really just came to see you broken, but you could not even give me that satisfaction. Maybe I will check back in after a year, see how things are then.” Jenny left and Levia just sat there deep in thought.

Later, Levi had returned as Levia cried herself to sleep once getting home. She had called Jon and let him know she had arranged for a sub as she felt a bit sick. Now he just walked around the apartment realizing that his bad behaviour had cursed him to a life of sudden transformations. He realized that it had to have a man be alone with him for the change to come. He guessed he became a woman that matched something inside the guy’s desires. Avoiding every man was near impossible. It also seemed that he had to be alone and fall asleep to change back. There seemed to be some rules. He heard a knock at the door. Lost in his thoughts, Levi just opened the door without checking through the peephole. “Yes?” he started but a large man grabbed him and soon had him turned around with a cloth over his face. Something about the cloth was making him sleepy and soon he passed out. A second man helped to take him out of the building. Soon Levi would arrive at a warehouse.

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“Well, looks like our guest has awakened.” a deep voice said. Levi blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright light and the pounding pain behind them. “Where am I?” he stuttered. The man stood and walked towards the wall. Levi was just realizing he was alone in the small room with this guy. He tried sitting up on the cot he lay upon, but his hands were zip tied behind his back. Gone Gone Form of Man It Is Time To Get Fucked Again. The wave of vertigo washed over her as she struggled against her bonds. Levia realized she was now in another reality, a cursed reality. The man turned. “Stop struggling. Just listen. You were brought here because a lady paid us to take you. Not sure how you pissed her off, but she was sure you would meet our ‘business’ needs perfectly.” he chuckled. She knew who it was, Jenny. Now I am going to put you back to sleep and add you to the rest of the inventory. He stuck her in the neck with a syringe. Levia felt the burning of the liquid course into her, then nothing.

A jostling shook Levia awake. She could barely see as she raised up on shaky arms. The fog of the drug was lifting slowly and she realized she was in some kind of container that was moving, the back of a truck maybe? “New girl’s awake.” a voice said softly. Hands helped lift her to a sitting position. “What….where….?” Levia mumbled. “Easy there.” a quiet voice spoke. “You are okay, not safe probably, but okay. My name is Dee.” Eyes that had adjusted were just able to make out the face of a young woman. Shapes huddled all around the area. “I’m Gina.” A girl beside her said. “Where are we going?” she asked. Dee frowned. “We don’t know. No place good. I figure there are about fifteen of us in this truck.” Levia realized that she was in terrible trouble. Like it was, she would not change until she could get alone and fall asleep, but then what? Would reality change in a way Levi could get home. She hugged her knees to her chin as fear welled up inside her.