I started walking up the path which wound up the hill. The tall pine trees were thick, which made the woods very dark, even just off the path. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw something move. But when I looked again, there was nothing.

The wind was very cold now, and even the trees did little to stop it. The sky had been sunny and cheery when I was driving, but now great dark clouds had rolled in, billowing up to block out the sun. They were the type that had great up-wellings, and served as heralds of violent weather, as they loomed above me.

Again, I swore I saw something moving in the trees, something large and black. Something feline. My heart beat faster and faster, and I could feel it thumping in my throat. Every fiber of my body told me to turn back, and wait at my car. There was something wrong with this place. Something evil.

I slowly started further forward. Around the corner, the road widened, with the dense pines further off to the side. There was a stand of mighty oak trees, bare of all their leaves. They almost looked like people to me, with their arms held up, the small branches serving as their fingers. They swayed in the wind, and I could hear a low moaning as the air moved across a hollow space in one of them.

What's that! I turned to my left. It was the dark shape again, and I was sure I saw something. I stood and stared, expecting to see the glowing eyes of a great panther. But there was nothing there.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I was tense and nervous, edgier than I should have been. I moved forward again. Up ahead a barbed wire fence started alongside the road. A lone black bird sat on one of the fence posts. He looked at me, cawed, and took off into the air.

I was hit with another blast of icy wind, this one with a fine mist of vapor. It would be raining soon, almost any minute. I had to hurry. The black cat was imagined; the rain was real. I low rumble of thunder in the distance shook the hill. I could *feel* it.

I looked back over my shoulder, to the path that I had come up. It looked much lighter back where I had been. I had no idea how much further it was to the house, if this path even led there. Perhaps I ought to go back.

But the path back looked unfamiliar to me. I felt like I was lost, even though I had been going in a straight line. I looked for footprints, but the wind erased them almost as fast as I stepped forward. I decided that I had no choice but to press on.

I kept going, and I was finally rewarded by seeing the house. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't exactly a shack. It didn't seem all that well kept up, but there was definitely someone inside. I walked up and knocked on the door, since I didn't see a doorbell anywhere. The boards on the porch creaked as I stood there shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep warm in the suddenly frigid air.

I waited some time, then knocked again. No answer. I wondered if anyone was there or not. I put my hand on the knob, and the door swung open. I could feel the heat from inside. I stepped in.

"You!" cried a woman, and nearly jumped a foot in the air. The door slammed shut behind me, closed I guessed by the wind or the heat rushing out of the house.

The woman was old, perhaps in her 70s. She peered at me, and I felt very uncomfortable. I glanced around, and was very surprised to see that the house itself looked like a palace inside. The floors were polished marble, the walls were covered in fine wallpaper with fancy decorations. The furniture looked like all restored antiques. Amazing!

"You! You ignored all my warnings, and you dare come into my house!" she said.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm Hugh. My car broke down and..."

"Yes, I know who you are. You are either very brave, or very foolish young man. Nobody has dared come here in neigh upon twenty years now. The locals know better."

"You've been alone for that long? How do you survive?" I said.

She just smiled, and gave me a look that I could only describe as *wicked*.

"I have been in the need of a new servant. You will do quite nicely" she said.

"I just want to use your phone ma'am" I replied.

"I have no phone. And what you want doesn't matter any longer."

"What do you mean?" I said.

The old woman raised her arms, and began to chant.

"I put this curse on thee,

Never to be set free,

The further away you go from me,

The more like me you'll be."

I felt another chill go through the air, even though it was warm inside. It was as if it wrapped itself around me, and went through me.

"You are my slave now" she said to me. "You will serve me for all time, unless I decide otherwise."

"That's it, I'm out of here" I said, turning to go.

"I will not stop you young man, but remember the curse. The further you go, the more like me you'll be."

I didn't care for any of this garbage she was saying. Slavery? No way. I was out of here! I walked out the door, and headed to the path. The strange thing was that the sky had cleared, and the icy wind no longer blew. It was a beautiful fall evening.

I started to walk away, but I could hear the words of her curse echo in my ears.

"What in the world did she mean by that?" I said to myself. I didn't care, I wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

I kept walking for a ways, but my shoes were feeling uncomfortable. Not that they were too tight, but because they were too loose, and my foot was slipping around inside. I tightened my shoe laces, but I noticed that I was also kind of walking on the cuff of my jeans. I pulled them up, and tightened the belt a notch, which I thought was really strange.

And come to think of it, the cuffs on my shirt were a little long for me too. So I rolled them up. Perhaps they stretched out when I got wet? But that didn't make any sense.

The wind gusted, and I had to move my hair off my face. That's when I knew that something was really wrong. I didn't have long enough hair to have it blow in my face. But I ran my hands through it, and it was definitely longer now, down almost to my shoulder.

I was shorter, but my hair was longer? Impossible. I started to walk again. As I swung my arms at my side, I felt them brush against something unfamiliar. Something on my chest. I almost tore my shirt off unbuttoning it, and looked at myself. I had boobs.

On my chest! Breasts! They weren't huge, but they where definitely there. Like a girl has. I felt a strange tingle between my legs, and I wondered if I was getting shorter, and growing breasts, then what was going on between my legs? I was afraid to look.

I started walking again, and I could swear that as I moved, I kept changing. Was this the old woman's doing? The words she said were that the further I got from her, the more like her I'd be. That meant...that if I kept going, I'd become a woman?

I was so scared, I almost started to cry. What? I never cry! So it wasn't just my body that was changing, it was my emotions, and my mind. Even my brain was becoming female!

I turned and headed back to the house.

"What have you done to me!" I demanded as I stormed in the door.

"You're back. I knew you would be."

"Look at me!" I said. "What did you do to me!!!"

I looked down, and I looked silly. My pants were pulled up high enough that my socks were completely visible. My feet ached from the overly tight shoelaces. And my belt was so tight that it hurt.

"I see you found some changes to yourself. Because it was your first time, they were not permanent. Next time they *will* be."

The way she said that last sentence was with such force that I *knew* it would be true.

"How does it feel to be my willing slave?" she said.

I just stared at her.

"Oh, yes you can run away whenever you want to. But I don't think that you will. I think that you will stay here, and serve me. Isn't that right, *Charlene*?"

"My name is Hugh" I said.

"Not anymore. Having the name Charlene will be a constant reminder of what will happen to you if you don't serve me. If you ever leave me, well, you know how you'll end up *Charlene*."

I was too stunned to speak. This couldn't be true. No way.

"On your knees Charlene!" she demanded. I stared at her eyes, and the cold blackness that I saw overwhelmed me. I knew that she would be willing to follow through with her threats, and be *glad* to do it. I knew that this was a make or break moment for me, when I would choose my destiny. Be her slave, or be a woman.

I got down on my knees.

"Very good. You will be completely obedient to me at all times Charlene. Is that understood? I will not accept *any* hesitation in carrying out a command. I will not accept anything other than your best effort in all tasks. Any failure to please me will be dealt with, by giving you the punishment you most dread. Do you understand me Charlene?"

I nodded. She smiled. She untied a knot at the top of the simple peasant cloak she was wearing, and it fell to the floor, revealing her body. I was ready to recoil at seeing an old naked lady, but her body was unexpected.

She shone with the radiance of pure beauty. Her skin was perfect, like that of a sixteen year old. Soft, white, smooth and silky. She was perfectly shaped, and even her breasts were young, full and firm. Without a bra, they seemed to defy gravity as they hung from her chest. The shapeless cloak she had worn had hidden her true shape.

She let her hair down, and instead of gray, it seemed more blonde in the light now. Even the wrinkles in her face faded as she smiled at me. She was as pretty as a model on the cover of a magazine. Stunning. And I was hers!

"As I came to your house, I thought I saw something prowling. Something big" I said. "What is out there, in the woods?"

"There are many things in the woods" she said. She stood back, and slipped into the shadows in the doorway to another room. Right before my eyes she changed form! She did look like a very large black cat, a panther or something. She kept to the shadows, moving with feline grace. I could see the flash of a razor sharp claw.

She moved so swiftly and silently, that suddenly she was in the doorway to another room.

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