This story is intended to be fairly wholesome and meant for most viewers. However…
*There are themes of transgender transformation, including one that is unwilling (but temporary).
*Fictionalized witchcraft, both dark and light, is depicted.
*Depictions of body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria are found throughout.
*Mild profane language is used. 

Curse Upon the New Moon (Part 1)

Max was having the time of his life. He just spent the day with his girlfriend of one month, Stacie. He was madly in love with her. She was sweet, caring, and beautiful.

He considered himself average for a guy. He wasn't into sports or vigorous activity. He was more of a nerd. But he knew that it was important to treat a girl right. She wasn't a "prize," she was an independent human being with a mind and heart of her own. He was going to treat her right. After all, she chose him when she probably could have had anyone else.

They laid on the hill, overlooking the Friday sunset. It was a moment straight out of a romance movie, and here Max was, living it! He knew he would be with Stacie forever...

Or so he thought.

He turned to look at her beautiful face. Soft and angled in all the right places, with a cute button nose and emerald green eyes. Her hair others would simply say was blonde, but one could hold it up to a bar of pure gold and not tell the difference, it was of such color and sheen.

But something wasn't right. The look on her face was not one of adoration or love. It was a menacing grin. It looked like one a predator would give to prey ensnared in its trap.

Max turned away and shook his head. He looked back and Stacie was looking at him as he was imagining, with a gentle smile on her face.

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Stacie stood up and watched. Max sat up. "Is anything wrong?" he asked.

"No. Nothing's wrong," she replied. "You gave me a great time today! I'm so glad I picked you from the rest. You’re such a sweet guy..."

"Thank you, Stacie. I-"

"But the fun isn't over yet..."

"What do you mean?" Max stood up. "You have something else in mind?" he asked enthusiastically.

Stacie turned around and opened her eyes as the new moon rose behind her. Her eyes were no longer green, but blood red. The same predator's grin from minutes before spread across her face. Max was paralyzed, and a chill went down his spine. This had to be a nightmare.

"Oh poor Max. You were just the kind of person I wanted. So sensitive, so capable of love. If I played my cards right, I could worm my way into your life..."

Max could barely process what she was saying. He was utterly terrified now.

"Now, I can change your life however I please!" she said, snapping her fingers.

Max felt horrible pain. "Wha- what are you doing to me?!" he yelped as he wrapped his arms around his stomach.

"Certainly, this spell would have had better use on some chauvinistic ass who thinks women are property, but there's no way I could get the real love out of someone like that. You’ll have to make do..."

Max fell to the ground as he felt searing pain throughout his body. The first thing to change was what he felt in his pants, crushing and pulling where it hurt the most. He watched as best as he could, given the pain, as the lump between his legs shrank until it was completely flat. The pain subsided there as his crotch was stained with his own blood.

"Oh, neat!" Stacie exclaimed with strange glee. "It looks like you're having your first period already!"

"Period?!" It dawned on Max what that meant. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TURNING ME INTO A GIRL?!"

"I have my reasons. They don't concern you, however."

Max watched in horror as mass formed on his chest, new breasts growing to match his rapidly changing sex. Burning hot pain filled his torso and hips as things swelled, cracked, and rearranged throughout his body. He tried to stay awake, but the pain was too much, and Max started to slip unconscious.

"Good night, Maxine..."

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Max stirred awake. He had not slept comfortably. He still felt some amount of pain, a cruel reminder of what he knew happened last night. Dare I look in the mirror? he thought.

He looked around his room. He knew this was somehow his room, but it didn't look like how he remembered it. It looked like a girl's room. Thankfully, some of the video game memorabilia and other things he liked as a guy were still here, but the hot pink walls and white trim and furnishings were most certainly not his.

He tried picking himself up, but he had a lot of alien weight on his chest. He kept his eyes up knowing exactly what they were. He slowly walked over to the full-body mirror, his body shaking, jiggling, and moving in unpleasant ways, his hair occasionally getting into his eyes.

And there he was. He saw little bits of his old self within the image before him, but the person staring back was a bombshell girl version of himself. He had large breasts, and a sizable rear too. His once short red hair was all the way down to his hips, and his blue eyes were surrounded by the flawless complexion of a young woman his age. All of this adorned in girly pajamas he'd never seen before.

"Stacie, what the hell did you do to me?!" Max whispered.

"Maxine, are you awake?" he heard his mom yell. "Why don't you come down for breakfast?"

Did she just call me "Maxine?" he thought. Then it dawned on him. Stacie must have changed more than just his body... "Give me a few minutes, mom!" he replied, hearing the voice of a girl come out, a sensation that felt wrong to him.

He looked in his closet, hoping to find something agreeable to wear. Girly dresses and shirts filled the closet to the brim. Several pairs of high-heeled shoes stood by other girly shoes he wouldn't have ever been caught dead in. He had bras measuring in at double D's. He pushed them aside as he searched for SOMETHING that wasn't so flagrantly womanly.

He didn't find much, but they would have to do.

He slipped on the pants first. They squeezed him in ways he wasn't used to, but at least the pants were gender neutral-ish. He would have preferred something roomier, but anything with that had a skirt. No thanks.

He looked at the shirt, then down at his pajama shirt. He knew what was under there. He closed his eyes as he pulled the old shirt off, and he began feeling around for the red shirt he grabbed from the closet. He felt it, grabbed it, and quickly pulled it over his head.

He looked in the mirror again. What he was wearing wasn't ideal, but it was the best he could do. And the v neck shirt put his cleavage on display, with his new nipples poking out through the shirt without anything to hide them, hammering in his new reality.

Max was starting to feel nauseous.

"Maxine, are you almost ready?"

"Sorry, mom. Coming!"

He opened up into the hallway. Every picture he was in was now of "Maxine." But some of the pictures were missing. As he made his way down the hall, he turned to face... Stairs.

Oh God, this is going to suck... he thought.

He took the slowest and most deliberate steps he could. He wasn't going to make this body jiggle any more than he had to. It was too much of a reminder of this body that didn't belong to him.

"Out of the way, sis!" He heard his younger sister yell as she shoved him out of the way and raced down the stairs. Max had to take the stairs quickly to make it without falling over, his ample chest sloshing around uncontrollably as he practically ran down the stairs. As he stood at the bottom, he was breathing heavily. That felt horrible! He started to tear up. This body was not his. He was hating every moment of this, and he had only been awake in it for less than twenty minutes...

He tried stifling back the tears and made his way into the kitchen where his younger sister Maddie and his mom were. "Ah, there you are Maxine! What's with the outfit, were you planning on going somewhere today?" Max's mom inquired. "And why aren't you wearing a bra? You know how much your back hurts without support, dearie..."

Max was struggling even more now. Mom didn't recognize him as her son. It was as he feared: She only remembered Maxine, this false identity... He turned around, only to realize tears were making their way down his face.

"Maxine?! What's wrong?! Did Stacie dump you?"

"Yeah, sis, you shouldn't be this sad!"

"I..." Max sat down at the table. "I'm..." Max put his head down on the table and began to cry uncontrollably. "I'M NOT A GIRL! I'M NOT A GIRL! I'M NOT A GIRL!" he yelled through the tears and sobs. "I was Max yesterday, a boy! I was happy. Then Stacie..."

"Sweetie, what do... You..." His mom's eyes glazed over for a moment, as did his sister's. Suddenly, both their eyes snapped open again, his mom gasping as if she realized something. "Max?! Is that you?!" she yelped, suddenly realizing the truth.

"Mom? You remember now?"

"I do Max! I am so sorry," she said as she came to hug him. "It’s so strange. I remember Stacie dropping you off last night... But now I remember. You left a boy and came back a girl. I don't really remember much about last night, though... Just that she came through to drop you off."

"Mom, it was horrible. I had this fantastic day with her, but as the moon rose, she turned into this demon or something and turned me into a girl. It was so painful..."

"She must have tried to alter our memories of you too."

"But she made you pretty, big sis!" Maddie chimed in.

"Maddie, that is not helping!" her mom scolded.

"And now... Every way my body moves is so alien. It doesn't feel right anymore. Between my legs feels empty, my chest has weight tacked on, and I am sitting on pillows. Nothing feels right about my body! These were the best clothes I could tolerate... Everything else was too much, too feminine."

Max's mom squeezed him tighter. "I am so sorry you have to go through this. I would have accepted you as transgender if you had come out, but now I know you wouldn't have... I guess, in a way, you’re transgender now? You want to be a boy, but you're in a girl's body?"

"I... Guess I am now, aren't I?"

"We will figure this out, my son... Somehow..."

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Max looked at his new hairstyle. It wasn't as short as he remembered, but it was a lot better than feeling it dust his derriere. His mom did a good job of giving him a neutral-looking cut he could live with. It wasn't outlandishly feminine like it was before, but it wasn't entirely masculine either.

His mom explained they would have to keep some of his femininity around for the time being. She had the memories of Maxine, a girl who was unabashedly feminine. They could use a "bad break-up" as an excuse to change his look, but he still had to be Maxine to some degree.

After all, they couldn't know what Stacie would do. She proved herself some sort of powerful magician with what she had done to them. There was no telling how much worse it could get.

That said, he needed to be comfortable. Although shopping for clothes wasn't the thing he wanted to do today - that would be lying face down in a pillow and crying himself to sleep - it was necessary. His mom helped him with an outfit that was comfortable to some degree, if fully feminine. And of course, he saw himself fully naked, a sight he spent the car ride to the store trying to forget...

Not only that, but some of the pain he was experiencing wasn't going away. It was as Stacie said... He was going through a woman's period, and the only thing they had around at the time were tampons...

This was the place to change that. They quickly plucked a set of pads for Max to use, then made their way to the men's clothing section.

"Max, see anything you like?"

Max looked around. He began pointing out a few shirts and shorts. His mom looked through the sizes and plucked out shirts that looked just right for his size. She didn't even need to compare them.

"How do you know what size to find?"

"It's those 'Maxine' memories. I know your sizes by heart. Unfortunately, while your shirts are still about the same size..." She grabbed a fairly large pair of shorts. "These are a LOT bigger."

Max looked down at his behind, which was considerable. He could probably stuff two of himself in his new hip size. Why did he have to be so BIG? Was he going to be this gifted as a girl originally, or was this some prank played on him by Stacie?

After nearly filling the cart with men's clothes, including new boxers that could fit his hindquarters, Max's mom took him aside and began to speak quietly. "Look, I know you don't want anything to do with girl's clothes, but there is something there I think can help with your current situation..."

"What is it?"

"A sports bra. Hear me out: you want to contain that ample chest of yours? A sports bra is designed to hold them in place more, so that they don't throw their weight around while you exercise. It won't reduce all of the jiggling you said makes you uncomfortable, but it's a start."

"We can't just get a binder then?"

"That may take time, honey. I'm sorry, I know you don't want to deal with bras..."

"Fine. Hopefully, I'm not stuck like this forever..."

They made their way over to the women's section. Max's mom could tell he was increasingly uncomfortable. He did not want to be here. His mom handed him one of the sports bras. "Here. This is the right size. It should make you look a bit smaller..."

There were no clasps on the bra. It was a pullover-style bra, so he didn't have to fiddle with getting those hooks in place or getting someone to help him while he stared at his bare feminine chest. He gave a quiet thumbs-up to the garment, and his mom, mindful of his displeasure with them, made sure they came in neutral colors.

There was something on Max's mind, however. "Mom? Just how are we going to pay for all of these?"

"Well, we received a substantial inheritance from your father... Wait..."

"That's not right. He's still alive... Right? He was on Friday..."

Then it dawned on him. The missing frames in the hallway... Those were recent pictures of his dad! His mom realized it at the same time, the altered memories revealing her husband had been dead for years.

They proceeded to the checkout, both knowing what was now missing from their lives. They both held stoic, unemotional looks throughout the checkout process. Only when they made it back to their car did they finally let loose the sorrow they kept hidden...

END OF PART 1

By Erica Chrisman (CrystalSeaDragon44)