[Genderbent]Curses!

<div align=center>She needed something- no, anything to fix this. Thus far however her hopes had been dashed completely for a chance to turn this all around. She would never be the same again.

Facing the facts slowly but surely Jericho, or as he'd now coined by a mocking onlooker, Jezebel, was beginning to realize that turning the library inside out for answers was becoming a lost cause. Books upon books were being cast aside, the promising contents of hexes and cures proving of no use. It was beginning to grow late, and it seemed that outside the tired librarian that he was the only one left. But he couldn't leave. Not looking like this.

Earlier that day, Jericho had realized in horror that something extraordinary happened to him- he was swapped to the opposite gender. Now he was a biological she, and as much as he still identified as a man he couldn't help but to feel his grip on that was slipping. Every time he looked into a mirror he saw a mature young woman rather than a mature young man. Long, dark, rusted copper hair framed his now gentle face, straight with a slight wave to it. Sturdy leanness was instead replaced by lithe yet noticeable curves. God, it still felt weird to no longer have pecks to work on. His now generously sized chest didn't allow him to go shirtless if he wanted, like he did whenever he was hot. At least he had more fitting clothes now as he made a dash to the store earlier just in case this lasted for awhile. Jericho didn't even know how to shop for himself, so he settled short-cut shorts and a tank top. This was going to take some getting used to if he stayed like this... And he hoped to god that it wouldn't.

As he gave up his search he approached a plush seat, sinking into it with defeat. He crossed his legs and examined his body, batting his eyes a couple of times and reopening them to see if he was in a dream. But no amount of pinches could change this. He was a girl now, and he had to start accepting fate. But his main concern was Ettein- his roommate and a sort of a boyfriend.

As close as they had gotten in these past few weeks, he knew that coming home like this may cross the line. Shedding was one thing, but looking nothing like you did when you first met someone? That... That may just turn him away, or at least so he thought. He was determined to find a solution for this before returning home. But all day was dedicated to this. And perhaps he had to face him. Oh, but if only he had more time...

Taking a deep sigh, Jericho rested his elbows on his new knees and buried his face in his hands. This was a lot to take in, but he could get used to it, right? He was still Jericho... He just looked a little different is all. Ettein would probably accept him, even like this. Alas however Jericho wasn't as optimistic as he was realistic. His dove-like wings drooped as they blanketed his feminine body, his hands running his temples. His thought traced on one question- What am I going to do?</div>

<div align=center>At the sound of a familiar voice, Jericho snapped his head up to look around at who called out to him. Of course, all was done through the corner of his eye, as he didn't want to turn around to face the inevitable. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before slightly raising his wing to guard his face. There wasn't a point trying to hide himself, but he'd rather not full out overwhelm the other. Even he thought he was a lot to take in like this.

In a breathy feminine whisper, he greeted a simple "Yeah, it's me." as a confirmation. He sighed half heartedly, knowing now how to go about this. He could trust Ettein, right? He wouldn't mind at all. At least he hoped not. "I'm guessing you heard what happened today..." With that, he stood up and turned around, revealing himself. One slender arm grasped the other with a more dainty hand, folding across a well developed chest. Practically the only things that looked remotely like Jericho were his wings, eye color and hair color. But everything down to his basic build and overall presentation was different. "So uh... I guess I was one of the victims." He gestured to his body, sort of uncomfortable showing his physique. Then again, his boobs kinda felt nice, though...

Snapping himself out of that thought almost immediately he bit a full lip, now avoiding eye contact. "Sorry I didn't tell you earlier... I was hoping I could find something that could fix this, but uh... No luck." He muttered, "I hope this doesn't freak you out too much... Trust me, I don't like this much either..."</div>

<div align=center>It didn't take more than a few feet away for the feeling of disappointment to radiate around the naga, a practical curtain swooping over the area as Jericho's empathy went haywire. This alone was enough to shatter the boy's confidence despite the optimism that he still kept up. Ettein wouldn't hate him right? It wasn't his fault he was now physically the opposite of his boyfriend's affection. They had only been together for a handful of days and even then he knew that Ettein preferred masculinity. Surely a busty young lass with delicate features was the last thing he'd want to see him as. Because of this Jericho looked down, wings drooping. All of this didn't feel right... And looking at Ettein's warm yet worried smile further asserted that.

The silence of the situation further emphasized his discomfort. Trying to make things better he smiled back, the same crooked shape it held when he was his previous gender. But he only flicked his eyes back up when he saw that his hand had been grasped, the feelings from earlier now imbued within him. Disappointment felt... Cold. Like ice cold. A brief shiver dismissed this as at least the warmth of his hand comforted his conflicted mindset. Plus, it showed that he still liked him, despite him not being the guy he hooked up with.

Pulling him gingerly he kissed the top of his forehead, still retaining his previous height but instead of seemingly well developed he felt like an unnatural supermodel or something. "Thanks Ettein." He muttered, happy that at least he was comfortable going within a certain radius of him. "You're not... Mad are you? I mean I know you know I wouldn't somehow do this to myself on purpose, but uh..." He looked at his body again, his free hand poking at his chest. "I don't blame you if you think this is unattractive or whatever. I mean I like girls and whatnot but this is... Yeah..."

Pulling away for a second but still holding his hand loosely, he looked back at the books sprawled across the floor. "This just doesn't make any goddamn sense. One minute I was fine and whatever and the next my voice cracked and I saw that I got tits. Like out of nowhere. And I don't think I even pissed off some magical creature or something today because it's happened to a lot of people." He grumbled, a bit of an angry edge to his voice. Eventually however he calmed down, taking a breath. "I'm just... Scared and I don't know what to do. I guess I could live with this if it were permanent but..." He then cast a weakened grey-green look at him. "The question is would you be able to."</div>