The Shemale and the Gypsy Curse
By: Amber

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[TG] [TESTICLES] [Accidental]

A t-girl steals the wrong girl's man, and then has a series of bizarre accidents involving her testicles.


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It all started with Mark. Mark was a pretty average guy, really, a college student, Psych major, horny as all hell. He was dating a girl named Kara, a short nerdy girl with long dark hair. He didn't know it, but Kara's ancestors were gypsies, and she had learned some magic from her grandmother. She didn't use it unless someone REALLY pissed her off. Someone like Lori, the girl that fucked Mark and talked him into dumping Kara for her.

Lori was an art major, a punk rock chick with blue hair, always wearing Dr. Marten boots and stockings. She had bouncy C-cup tits and long, long legs. She also had a cock and balls. Lori was a non-op, a transsexual who wants to keep her original genitals. So she took hormones and had cosmetic surgery to look completely female, except the parts between her legs. Despite the hormones, her dick was 6 inches long and her balls hung proudly.

It was the cock and balls that really pissed Kara off. Not only was she dumped for some art school slut, but she was dumped for a tranny! When she found out, she tracked Lori down and they got into a screaming match right in the middle of the Quad. They called eachother whores, bitches and tramps for about fifteen minutes before Lori finally said "Y'know what? Suck my fucking balls, bitch!" and stomped off. That's when Kara really decided she would have her revenge.

That night, Kara pulled her old magic supplies out of her closet and sat down on her floor to place a curse. Her grandmother, who was very skilled, had taught her a few curses, but one of them had really stood out in her memory. It was a specific bad luck curse for a certain part of a man's body, the meanest curse her grandmother knew. She went through all the motions, using some hair she'd found in Mark's room, and then sat back, satisfied. She would skip class all day tomorrow and watch the tranny's torment in a crystal ball her grandmother had left her.

Meanwhile, Lori had no idea her life was about to become hell. She was across campus, in some random frat guy's room, getting her brains fucked out. At the exact moment the spell was cast, the frat guy made one long, hard thrust and his balls swung forward, smacking loudly into Lori's. She groaned, but let him keep on going until he came in her ass and passed out. Still, it ruined her good mood and she stomped back to her dorm room for some sleep.

The next morning, the fun really began. While she was sitting around naked, getting ready for class, Lori dropped her hairbrush. Automatically swinging her hand down to catch it, she accidently swung too far and smacked herself in the nuts. She curled up at her desk for a minute while the pain passed, and because of that, her roommate, a bubbly blond named Claire, jumped in the shower first. Lori ALWAYS made sure to shower before Claire, because that girl took really long showers, up to half an hour. Now she was stuck waiting, sitting grumpily for twenty minutes before deciding to pound on the door.

She made it to the bathroom door and raised a fist, but at that very moment, Claire swung the door open in a big rush. It swung out right at Lori, and it would have hit her right in the face, but the doorknob hit first. You guessed it, right in Lori's exposed ball sack. This time she did more than just groan, falling into a fetal position on the floor and trying to catch her breath. When Claire figured out what had happened, she only giggled, said sorry, and got dressed while her roommate clutched her nuts in pain.

Lori was in a REALLY bad mood now, which only got worse when she realized her class was starting in 10 minutes. She jumped up, threw on a short skirt, t-shirt and her favorite boots, and almost made it out the door. Her nuts were still sore and getting swollen, so her tight red panties were causing some major discomfort. But she had to get to class to take a quiz! In desperation, she pulled her panties off and dashed out the door, going commando in a red plaid skirt that ended right above the knee.

Lori actually made it to class unscathed, only a couple minutes late. It was a huge lecture class, over 200 people, and the front row was reserved for anyone coming in late. She grabbed a quiz, apologized to the T.A., and dashed to the first empty seat. She was flushed and exhausted from practically running the entire way there. God, she was in such a rush this morning! The only person in more of a rush was the girl who came in right after her, practically yelling about how sorry she was. This girl was in such a rush, she managed to drop her book bag right into Lori's lap! The t-girl let out a loud grunt and clutched her bruised nuts for a few minutes, while the late girl apologized once and started rushing through the test. Lori, meanwhile, barely recovered in time to fill in the bubbles with her first guess and be the last person to hand it in.

After that came a blissful hour of lecture. Lori sat as still as possible, with her legs spread as much as she dared, letting her balls recover from the bizarre run of lucky shots that had been her morning. This day was actually making her wish she had gone through with the sex-change operation! This was maybe the worst day of her life. After this class, she would head straight back to her room and skip the rest of her classes.

It seemed like only a few minutes later that the lecture ended. Lori grabbed her bag and jumped up, trying to be one of the first out the door. Unfortunately, so was everyone else. When hundreds of people are trying to leave the building all at once, it becomes one hell of a traffic jam. Lori ended up in the middle of a sea of people, being jostled and shoved all over the place.

That particular building was a massive stone one, with one wide staircase up to the front doors. The staircase had railings on each side, and one rail in the middle. As everyone in the crowd jostled to get to one side of the stairs, Lori had the misfortune of being stuck in the middle. She tried to make her way left, but nobody would let her through. Same with the right. Someone bumped her from behind, and she lost her balance, falling right into the middle rail. She barely managed to grab it in time and steady herself, right before her sensitive balls slammed into the hard iron railing. She held onto it with both hands and counted her blessings, waiting for the crowd around her to give her an opening.

Sadly, it was not meant to be. A few people behind her decided that they wanted to cross to the other side, and ran into another few people. Everyone was in a hurry and pushed against each other roughly. This knot of people then slammed into Lori's back, shoving her nuts against the rough metal. She shoved back, holding onto the rail for dear life, but whoever was being pushed against her wasn't giving up. Her balls were crushed HARD between her body and the rail, and she let out a long whine, her whole body tensing up in agony. This kept up for about thirty seconds, since every time someone managed to squeeze through, someone else was immediately pressed up against the poor tranny's backside. She felt like she was about to throw up, and then suddenly the pressure was gone. The crowd disappeared and she shuffled to the bottom of the stairs, sitting down and cradling her abused nuts.

It was another half an hour before she managed to get up and start the walk back to her room. Her balls were swollen up to almost twice their normal size now, and she had to sort of waddle with her legs wide apart to keep from bumping into them and causing even more pain. She was seeing spots and couldn't focus on anything, plodding home in a daze. She was so out of it that she didn't even notice the guys playing catch on the Quad.

The three preppie guys were throwing a baseball back and forth, back and forth, never once missing. That is, until Lori got close enough. Suddenly, one guy slipped a little bit on the grass, and his throw went wide. In a 1 in 10,000 chance, it hit Lori right in the nuts. All the air flew out of her lungs and she fell to the ground, clutching her swollen red balls. The guys with the ball, plus a few other people walking by, all ran over to make sure she was all right.

"You... Hit me... In the BALLS..." she wheezed, and everyone suddenly burst out laughing. Then a breeze lifted her skirt up, exposing the massively swollen testicles she was cradling in her hands.

"Oh my god, she really IS a tranny!" someone yelled. "Look at those huge nuts!" came from someone else. People stared and pointed and laughed, and some even took pictures with their phones. After a few minutes, Lori managed to get up and stagger back to her room, ignoring the people talking loudly about her swollen package. By that night, she was the talk of the entire campus, and pictures were all over the Web, but she had no idea. She was in her room, managing to get some sleep in while her balls recovered.

Meanwhile, in her own room, Kara was masturbating furiously after watching Lori's agony for several hours. Everyone laughing and taking pictures was even better than she could have imagined! That tranny slut's life was ruined! Of course, it wasn't over yet... The curse would last until it ran out of energy, which wasn't for a few days now. The idea of Lori's balls getting smacked around all week made Kara cum, rubbing her clit as fast as she could. Licking her fingers, she thought to herself 'Of course, I could make the curse stronger, instead... I wonder what would happen?' She got an evil grin on her face and weighed her options.

That evening, Lori woke up in the dark. Fumbling around, she managed to turn the lights on, and gasped. Her balls were huge, swollen, and most definitely PURPLE. This was not good, she could have been seriously injured! There was a student clinic on the third floor of the university center, and it was open until 9... The embarrassment of having to show and explain everything would be terrible, but she had to do something soon. Lori reluctantly stood up, gingerly adjusting her massive nuts for the walk. All of a sudden, a thousand feet felt like a long, long way to walk.

All along the way, people pointed and whispered to each other, but Lori didn't even notice. The only thing she looked out for was anything that might come close to her balls. She couldn't be sure what was going on, but this was NOT her lucky day and she wasn't going to leave any openings. She made it down the elevator and out the door, over to the student center, and as it turned out, the elevator was broken down. The only way to the clinic was up two tall flights of stairs in the main hall. Lori groaned and started climbing.

Surprisingly, she made it all the way up to the third floor without anything happening. The building was rather crowded, but people gave her plenty of space for some reason. The only problem she had was that with every step, her sore nuts bounced off her thighs, causing a quick, sharp ache. Unfortunately, it was nothing compared to what was still to come.

As she was stepping away from the stairs, she caught sight of a man walking in the opposite direction. Suddenly, the briefcase in his hand swung out, dangerously close to her balls. Lori did NOT want to be smacked in the testicles again, and she had been conditioned again and again in one day, so without even thinking, she jumped backwards as quick as she could. Unluckily for her, the railing of the staircase was still right behind her, and she slammed into it. She had a moment of slowly losing her balance, and then she swung over the railing towards the next flight of stairs below her. She tumbled over, doing a backflip in midair, and her skirt flew up, just in time for her to land on the railing of the stairs below. She had fallen about fifteen feet, and landed on her nuts, crushing them on the rail. They had one instant of flattening out, pinned between her body and the cold metal, before they burst. She sat there for almost five seconds, staying perfectly still in shock, in full view of everyone. Then the pain hit her, the worst pain she had ever felt in her life, and her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell to the ground.

The next few days were a blur. She woke up several times, in a hospital room, and eventually a doctor explained that she was really very lucky, the fall should have shattered her pelvis, but she landed perfectly on her balls. A 1 in 1,000 chance. Unfortunately, the landing had shoved her ruptured testes up into her body, and they would need to be removed with surgery and a small vaccuum cleaner. She just nodded and went back to sleep. When she woke up, she could swear she remembered a girl standing next to her bed, saying something... Something like "So how do you like having your balls sucked now?"


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