Cursed Painting

 A security guard is going to have fun with his coworker.

Elf Blanket

Brrrr. It's freezing in this dank old cottage. Uncle's cabin is a crazy mess. It's blustery and the windows rattle. Looks like sleet and hail. It's getting so dark even though its daytime. I can barely walk around the messy place. But it looks like I'm stuck here for a few days.

I hope Mom and Dad are alright. They took off with Uncle in some sort of emergency. We were on our way to one of his villas. But a messenger owl appeared and redirected all of us to one of Uncle's storehouses. This place I'm at right now. The owl told my Dad to head here, it's a safe place that only magicians like us can sense.

The cottage was blurry but I could see something in the distance as we got closer. Mom said that my magic sense is still developing. And I'm lucky that I could see anything at all. The minute we made it there, all hell broke loose. Rain, thunder and wind battered the carriage we were in. As Mom and Dad did a magic symbol to open the gate. Uncle appeared in between lightning bolts. I could hear my parents arguing with him about me, but Uncle's words were strong. I then heard a rattling in my head. Psi-speak.

"Nephew. We must fight a menacing Storm Dragon. We will be gone for some time. Stay here inside my safehouse. I give you access to all the things there. But be wary, many things are dangerous for a young beginner like you." Uncle struck me with a strange magic and in another lightning flash. The three of them teleported and disappeared. 

My lanky teenage legs did their best to run towards the door. But by the time I turned the knob, I was drenched! My clothes weighed a ton with all the water it absorbed. My feet sloshed on the floor, but I did my best not to tread water in Uncle's cabin. But what was strange as I explored the place, candles would turn on, flicker and extinguish as I went by. This place despite my fears, has piqued my curiosity. 

I felt a chill in my bones. I coughed and sneezed a bit as I wandered. I need to get out of these clothes. This place seems bigger than what it looks from the outside. My jaw chattered. I'm cold. I think Uncle said that I have free reign here. I'm not that good at magic, but I have to try something. So I thought to myself; 'I need a blanket to stay warm. I need a fireplace to dry my clothes.' 

I looked around, staring in one direction, I felt a tingle go down my back. I walked toward a closet, as if something was guiding me. I opened it. There I saw an old, green blanket, bound by ropes. It felt warm and I could feel staticky tingles as my pruny hands caressed the cloth. It was so warm and inviting, I didn't hesitate to untie the ropes and unfold it all. But, I didn't want the blanket to get damp with all the wet clothes on me. So I decided to get naked. I undressed myself. My slender, boyish body shivered as I discarded my wet clothes onto a pile. That green blanket looked so warm and inviting, I didn't feel embarrassed. Why should I? There's no one here but me. 

I felt an odd, tingly warmth as I draped the blanket over me. I was instantly warm and dry beneath it. Definitely magic. Is this what an adventurer would use when sleeping out in the forest? As I rustled myself inside the blanket. I could swear I felt taller and lighter. Did my old wet clothes really weigh me down that much? As I turned my head to look around. The cloth rubbing on my scalp, my hair seemed to get longer. My shoulders soon tickled. Not just from my new hair cascading, but the blanket seemed to be stuck on my skin. 

The green blanket seemed to have a mind of its own now. It churned, massaged, and squeezed me all over. My back, hips and butt hurt. The warmth seemed to hit every muscle in my body, down to my bones. I felt a bit too warm now. I tried to separate the living blanket off me. I squirmed and heaved. But all I could accomplish was separating the blanket around my chest. But the minute that happened, as I looked down in the dimly lit hallway, I felt top heavy. Two modest breasts jutted out of me! The blanket pushed on my back somehow changing my posture. The blanket is forcing my back to push out my chest. It's making my boobies seem even bigger. 

My arms and hands seemed less bound now for some reason. And despite a boys instinct to touch girl boobs, my hands made their way under the blanket and across smooth hips and towards my crotch. I gasped in surprise. My dick was gone! I felt a prickly, fuzzy mound between my legs. I had girl parts now. I wanted to scream with all my might. A loud girlish wail that would be hidden by the storm outside. But my senses prevailed. My mom in the past had said that curses gain more power if you're in a crazed emotional state. Dad had given me some meditation practice before. I calmly breathed in and out to gain my composure.

"This warm blanket must be cursed. It turned me into a girl...No not just that. I think I'm an elf now." I said to myself. I knew I had to be one, cause I feel two pointy ears being weighed down by the blanket over my head. I must remain calm. With the green blanket still caressing my body, I cant let the blanket control me. I take a deep breath. My family is going through something much worse than me turning into a girl. They're fighting a Dragon while I get to fight against some dirty old blanket. All I can do now is wish for them to survive and come back in one piece. 

I then remember the second part of my desire. To find a fireplace. I'm still stuck here in this place. My clothes from when I was a boy are still wet. They need to be dry before they get smelly and moldy. I look around in other directions, and I feel that familiar tingle again. I bundle and grab my clothes. Hopefully it's a regular fireplace this time and not a cursed one. I walk with a new feminine gait in the direction of the tingles. Thunderclaps and rumbles are heard all over. My elf senses are aware and acute. Miles away, there's a fierce battle of magicians against a dragon. And right in front of me is my own battle to turn back into a man.