The Sissy Mark

This is my story submission for the Literotica Halloween 2020 Story Contest. I ask that you forgive any errors you might find, I literally just finished 12 hours before the deadline, and have zero time to get it to my editor before submissions close. As soon as Skye can get a chance to edit for me, I will repost a freshly edited update. Thanks, and don't forget to vote/rate/favorite!

This story contains Transgender/Gender Bending themes. If you are not okay with that, these are not the words you're looking for.

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Let's just start this by saying that I hadn't always been the best person. I was quick to judgment, and quite narrow minded. It didn't help that I was twenty-two, and still trying to live my life like I was still in high school. That was how I had found myself cruising for slutty girls in Halloween costumes at the State Fair.

The warm weather had finally turned, bringing a briskness to the air that occasionally sent chills through me, making me wish I had reconsidered a jacket earlier. None of the pretty girls I'd seen seemed to be affected though. They were all clad in tight, tiny outfits, excessively short skirts, and heels whose only purpose was to make men hard. I hadn't missed a Halloween at the fair since I hit puberty.

Halloween itself was still a little over a week off, but that didn't mean anything to the hundreds showing off their costumes early. Halloween had become less and less a day, and more of a seasonal event that could last days, or even weeks. And the best part, the sluts advertised themselves.

"Why don't we get out of here?" I asked, leaning in close to whisper into her ear seductively.

The sounds of bells and cries of excitement from a rollercoaster came from the distance. We were a little way off the main concourse, in a more secluded part of the park set aside for workers who traveled with the fair.

Mira couldn't have been much older than I, but she had been traveling with the fair her entire life. Her mother told fortunes and sold tinctures and remedies from a tent, and although she hadn't said it, I was sure that Mira did something similar. I didn't believe in that sort of nonsense, but a little thing like a girl's idiotic beliefs wasn't going to dissuade me from trying to get underneath the skirt of her sexy witch costume.

My roommate, and longtime best friend, Tom had come along as my wingman, but I'd lost him a long time ago to a slew of Harley Quinn costumes that were parading around together. The man could not be faulted; besides, I was doing just fine on my own at the moment.

"And why do we need to go anywhere?" she asked with a coy smile. "I thought you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

"Oh, I do," I assured her, taking her dainty hand in mine, letting my fingers trace soft lines across her skin.

She spared a few chaste kisses, and she teased me just like I hoped she would. Mira was just the right kind of slut I was looking for. One you knew was going to give it up, but still made you put in the effort. It always felt better when I had to put in the work first.

I slowly picked up the pace, warming her fire. My lips moved to her neck, and I heard her gasp as I nibbled her just below her ear. Finally, I grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up, placing her on the edge of the picnic table beside us. Her legs were spread to either side of me, and our bodies were inches apart now.

Mira's breathing had quickened, and our eyes were locked as I cupped her cheek. She'd been playing so hard to get, for so long, I felt a thrill rush through me to see that she was no longer resisting my advances. When my lips touched hers again, she melted, giving into my hunger.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I felt she was well and truly warmed up, and I began to press on. I let my hand slide slowly down her body, down to her waist and past her skirt, until my fingers were resting on her warm bare thigh, just above her fishnet stockings. I paused for a moment before beginning my slow trek back up her delicious skin.

Just as I reached the hem of her little skirt, Mira's hand shot to mine, stopping me in my tracks with a vice-like grip.

"I think we better stop," she said nervously.

"What? Why?" I asked, trying to be persuasive. "I like you. Don't you like me?" I asked, kissing her again, trying to pour a little gasoline back onto the spark we'd lit.

"You don't even know me," she moaned softly as my mouth found her neck again.

"I know enough," I promised.

"What if you change your mind?" she asked.

I could feel her resolve crumbling. She wasn't the first girl I'd known that enjoyed a little song and dance beforehand. Some of them were digging for that L-word, while others just needed their egos flattered.

"Have you seen yourself?" I asked. "What guy in his right mind wouldn't want to be with you?"

"You know I'm not like other girls, right?" she asked.

"I don't care," I said, returning my lips to hers and kissing her softly.

I must have said the right thing, because she pulled me closer, and her tight grip on my hand loosened. We continued to kiss as I let my hand slip beneath her black skirt, teasing along her inner thigh as I inched closer and closer to her warm pussy.

Mira's breath quickened the closer I came, and in that moment, I knew that I had her. With most girls there was a tipping point, a moment when their hormones took over and "no" became a lost part of their vocabulary. With her resistance gone, it would take a natural disaster to stop us now.

My fingertips touched the smooth fabric of her panties and she tensed in my arms. Her fingernails dug into my wrist, but she made no attempt to stop me. I took a moment to rub her mound before sliding her panties aside so I could feel her wet slit.

My fingers moved around over warm flesh as I searched blindly for her pussy. After a few moments I began to feel like some sort of amateur. I knew where a clitoris was supposed to be, but my fingers seemed to be just missing it. Trying to cover my fumbling, I tugged her panties even further to the side before resuming my search. It was then that I felt something bump up against my hand. It was hard and long. My confusion only lasted for a moment as I touched it blindly before jerking my hand back as if I'd been stung.

"What the fuck?" I shouted, stumbling back.

I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no denying what I had felt. Beneath those soft panties was a cock. Not just any cock, but a rather impressive one, and I'd had it in my hand.

"You said you knew!" she began, quickly closing her legs and holding her skirt to hide her erection.

"Knew what?" I accused. "That you're some sort of fag?"

"I'm a girl!" she said defensively, a little heat entering her voice as her cheeks flushed red. "I told you I was different."

"Jesus Christ!" I said angrily. "I thought you meant different because you grew up with Carny freaks."

"They're not freaks!" she said defensively.

"Says the freak with the cock," I couldn't believe I'd spent the last couple of hours fooling around with some crossdresser.

"You should watch your mouth," she said angrily.

"Or what?" I asked. "You gonna tell all your fag friends-"

I didn't even see her hand move before I felt the sting on my cheek. Spots filled my vision for a moment before I shook them away. I took a step closer to her, raising my hand, but people had begun coming out of their trailers, and were watching the scene.

Mira's eyes darted anxiously to the watchers. I didn't know what I saw in those silent stares, but they made me want to leave, and quickly.

"Quin Perrelli," Mira intoned before I could move. "We punish you."

How did she know my last name? "The hell you do," I said, turning away from her to leave, but when I turned, Mira was somehow still standing right at my feet, startling me.

"Mutare in feminam," she whispered, reaching her hand out to touch my cheek softly.

A chill ran through my body at her touch, and I ran. Those watching had burst into laughter, and their amusement seemed to chase me until I had reached my car in the parking lot. I didn't even consider how my roommate would get home, I just started driving.

I couldn't believe what had happened. I had been making out with a dude in a dress. My only saving grace was that nobody from here knew who she was, and most of what we had done had been in relative privacy. Still, I shivered as I recalled the way her big cock had felt in my hand. Forcefully, I tried to push those thoughts from my mind.

Before I even knew it, I was walking up the stairs of our apartment, and then collapsing into my bed. It all seemed like flashes-snapshots. I couldn't remember most of the drive home, or the time between walking up the stairs, and me finally falling into my bed. I couldn't even recall if I had locked the front door.

Images of Mira forced themselves into my head as I tried to sleep. The way she felt in my arms, the taste of her on my lips. I tried to block all of that out, but it was impossible. Her musical voice even followed me into my dreams.

Mutare in feminam.

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I woke to a loud banging on my door.

"What the fuck, Quin?" Tom shouted through my bedroom door. "You alive? You totally ditched me last night."

"Not now, man," I shouted back, pulling my pillow over my head to block out the sun. I felt nauseous, and it was as if someone where hammering nails into my skull.

"Seriously not cool dude," he said. "What if I hadn't hooked up last night? I could have drove my own car if I'd known I couldn't count on you."

"Leave me alone!" I groaned, pulling the pillow tighter over my head, trying to block out the sound.

It appeared that last night was still adding insult to injury, giving me food poisoning. After a moment, I heard Tom's footsteps fade down the hall, and I laid there in my torment until sleep finally claimed me once again.

I woke what seemed like a short while later feeling much better. My headache was miraculously gone, and so was the nausea. In fact, I felt like I could eat for days, I was so hungry.

Rolling out of bed, I padded across the hall to the bathroom in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I stumbled slightly, feeling off balance still from sleep, but managed to take care of my business without incident. It wasn't until I was washing my hands that I noticed that something was very very wrong.

I wasn't sure exactly what I was seeing at first. It still looked like me in the mirror, but things seemed slightly off. I couldn't even put my finger on what was different, but my face was not the same as I had remembered it. But my face was currently the least of my problems.

My short blonde hair had seemed to have grown several inches overnight, and smack dab on my chest were two tiny bumps beneath my white t-shirt. Lifting my shirt to investigate, I discovered two puffy nipples where my defined pecs used to be.

I'd never been some Goliath-like Adonis, but I'd strived to keep my body in shape. I'd been below average in size my entire life, and keeping fit was one way to make up for my lack of height and breadth. Now, instead of my defined chest, I had bitch tits.

My heart began to thump nervously in my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't understand what I was seeing. Pulling off my shirt the rest of the way, I took a harder look at myself. It was impossible, but I seemed to have lost weight in some places, and gained it back in others. My waist was definitely smaller, letting my boxers nearly hang off my noticeably wider hips. I twisted in the mirror to get a better look, and that's when I saw it, a collection of symbols on my lower back.

"What the..." I whispered, reaching back to touch it.

It was surreal. It looked like a tattoo, but that was impossible. I'd never gotten one in my life, and from what I'd heard, they were supposed to be painful, yet my skin felt perfectly normal to the touch. The darkened skin didn't even appear to be raised. Seeing it, I couldn't help but think of the Tramp Stamps slutty girls would get.

Something else felt wrong the more I stood there. Hesitantly, I pulled open the waist of my boxers and looked inside. My cock was still there, but it seemed smaller than I remembered. I'd been a respectable six inches for as long as I could remember, but I was sure I'd lost an inch.

The sound of water running in the kitchen caused me to jump, and I panicked. Tom was out there. Embarrassment filled me at the thought of him seeing me like this and I grabbed my t-shirt and darted back to my room.

I shut my bedroom door behind me, and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to catch my breath. I'd only gone twelve feet, but I felt like I'd run a marathon. My chest was becoming tight, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Spots began to fill my vision, and then everything went white.

I woke in my bed, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been dreaming.

"Hey man," came a knock at my door. "Are you getting up today?"

"Yeah," I called back.

"Ok. Cool," he replied. "I was beginning to worry about you there."

"It's only 10 o' clock," I said, glancing at the clock on my nightstand.

"Yeah, but you slept all through yesterday," he said.

I was about to deny it when I saw the date on my clock. It was Sunday. I had somehow lost Saturday. My heart beat a little quicker as I grabbed the picture frame of me and my friends from high school and looked at my reflection in the glass. Another panic attack threatened to well up inside of me. It hadn't been a dream at all.

"Some of the guys from my work were talking about hitting up a couple frat parties at ASU tonight," Tom called through the door. "Costumes are mandatory, but it should be like shooting fish in a barrel. And those girls from The Sandbar should be there too."

"Hey, it's not a good time," I said, unable to focus on what my roommate was saying.

"Alright, but if we're going, we need to get costumes, so don't be all day," he finished.

I couldn't be sure, but I could have sworn my hair hand grown out another inch. What the hell was happening to me.

Despite having already slept for an entire day, I still felt exhausted. In no time I found myself curled up in the fetal position under my covers, trying to figure out what was happening.

Tom ended up going to the party without me.

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I was only able to sleep in fits. Day turned to night, and then back into day as I clung to my curled-up form, sweating from the aches in my body and suffering through the return of my nausea. It wasn't until Monday night that I began to feel even remotely okay again.

Tom was working an over night shift at his office, managing any overseas call that they might get, so I had the apartment to myself. I could immediately tell that whatever had been going on with my body hadn't gone away.

In the bathroom, I examined myself again, and I was right. The first thing I noticed was my hair; it was down to my shoulders now. And my nipples had gone well past puffy. They were most noticeably breasts. Small breasts, sure (no more than an A cup), but breasts all the same. I hesitated to look, but my cock had shrunk more... much more.

I knew what was happening to me, but it was impossible. I was turning into a girl. And I was sure that girl...that crossdresser...whatever, had something to do with it.

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It was late in the evening, and I felt ridiculous in my baggy hoodie and jeans. The jacket helped to conceal my budding breasts, and was actually quite comfortable in the cool air, but the jeans were awkwardly tight. My waist had gotten smaller, but my hips had somehow widened. I had briefly been considering sweatpants when I finally got them up.

I made sure to keep my hoodie in place, and my head down, as I made my way through the crowded fair grounds. The last thing I wanted was for someone to see me like this. The sounds of merriment and excitement made a stark contrast to my own mood. I couldn't decide if I was more scared, or angry.

I tried not to think of what I was doing. It was bat shit bonkers to even consider that this girl was the one responsible for what was happening, but I was freaking out bad and needed something, anything that would tell me what was going on.

At the end of the main concourse, I slipped in between two of the erected tents and through to the sectioned off area that the carnival crews used. I had no way of knowing if she would be here, but I had to start looking somewhere, and she had said that she spent most of her time away from the crowds.

I went through my perfectly rehearsed speech one more time as I tried to look for any sign of where I might find her, but the moment my eyes landed on her, I forgot it all.

"What did you do to me?" I demanded, even knowing the impossibility of it all. How could I be turning into a girl? "Change me back!" I shouted, an edge of panic creeping into my voice.

"What? You don't like it?" she smirked, standing up from the same picnic table I'd had her on only a few nights earlier. "I thought this one up just for you. You see, it's special."

"You thought what up?" I asked carefully.

"This little curse." Her smile deepened. "And it's a fun one, if I say so myself!" she laughed.

"Change me back!" I said angrily, taking a step forward. I knew there were no such thing as curses, but my sore swelling breasts, and shrinking cock were enough to make me want to believe in anything.

"If you come any closer, I'll make it permanent," she threatened, halting me in my tracks.

"Permanent?"

"Right now, this is all only temporary," she said easily. "The mark I placed on you changes your body, but eventually the curse will run its course. When the mark fades you will begin to change back. Or I could lock you inside of your pretty new body," she offered sweetly. "I have a feeling you would make an exceptional girl."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, hanging my head in defeat.

"Do you really have to ask? You are cruel and close minded. Now you'll get the chance to walk a mile in my shoes...well, maybe a bit more than a mile."

"What does that mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Telling would be cheating," she said, flashing another smirk. "Let's just say you'll have a deeper understanding of the fairer sex by the time this is over."

"I...I'm sorry," I said, hoping desperately that somehow an apology would be enough to satiate her.

"I don't believe you," she shook her head slightly. "Not yet anyway. But for the words themselves, I will leave you with this, the only way out...is through."

The only way out was through. It stuck in my mind, but I didn't understand why she said it. She'd already told me as much. The curse couldn't be broken early. It would only end when it had 'run its course.'

I had wasted zero time getting back to my car. I couldn't even think of what possessed me to confront her in the first place. I had planned everything so perfectly too. I was supposed to have started off with an apology and work my way up to asking her to change me back. My plan had been subtle, nuanced even, and I threw a brick through the whole thing the moment I saw her sitting there.

My hand trembled on the steering wheel as I drove back towards my apartment across town. I believed Mira when she said she could make it permanent. I wasn't sure if I should have been relieved or not. I still had no idea when any of this would end.

My job was fairly accommodating when it came to working from home, and I barely had any family (just a sister across the country, and an uncle I'd never met), but I still had a life to get back to. I tried hard to be grateful that I would turn back eventually, but it was hard, seeing as I would be stuck like this until then.