Tom II (Request)

                                        
Tom looked back at the fiery wreckage. Just another day in the life of a badass, he thought. They really should have just given him the extra bag of peanuts he had asked for. But, he just shrugged it off and continued on his mission.
                            
After a long trek through the hot desert, Tom finally found the "Mountains of Madness". Tom then climbed the center mountain until he found it... He had found the "Cave of No Return".

The legendary cave was dark and eerie, but Tom was not afraid. As he went deeper and deeper into the cave, he noticed that it was getting too dark to see. Just before he could light a flare, he was startled to see that a bright flame suddenly burst out of what appeared to be the object that he had come to find...
                          
                                                  ... a magic lamp.
The spouting flames grew and enveloped Tom and the area around him in an instant. The inside of the cave had become a fiery vortex of swirling magic. Tom began to worry. This was not normal. He had never heard of anything like this happening in any stories regarding magic lamps.

                                               
Suddenly, a powerful, imposing creature in the form of a beautiful woman materialized from the smoke and flames. Tom expected to find a genie, but he was still in awe, having never seen one in person before. He couldn't help but feel extremely aroused while in the presence of this particular genie, and wondered if genies usually took on a form that was pleasing to the eyes of whoever was in front of them, but he also couldn't help but notice how strange it was that the genie appeared before he even touched the lamp. He was certain that one had to rub the lamp in order to summon the genie.
"You! You are not her!" The genie declared in a raspy, echoing voice. Tom was feeling confused and uneasy.
"I'm not who?" Tom responded. The hardened thief's mind began to cloud with fear. 
"You are not my last master... you must be of her blood." The imposing genie replied. "I only sense her in you faintly... how long has it been I wonder?" She said, almost musing to herself as she examined Tom.
"Look, I don't know who or what you're talking about, but I'm your master now!" Tom declared, trying in vain to regain control of the situation.
"Ah, yes, but how did you know where to find my lamp?" The genie asked with a wicked grin, like she already knew the answer. The confused Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, rough piece of paper.
                           
Tom then began to tell the story of the pirate, Francis Cortez. Centuries ago, Cortez had plundered many ships, killed many people, and fathered many children. It was rumored that he was one of the first humans to discover the existence of magic and he pursued it endlessly. So, when Cortez eventually heard tales of the powerful genies that would grant three wishes to whoever rubbed their magic lamps, he couldn't resist searching for one. He narrowed the location of a lamp down to an island and searched for it tirelessly no matter how many innocent locals got in his, or his crew's way.
                        
He finally found the lamp in a cave hidden behind a waterfall. This part of the story is where the genie began telling it from her perspective, to Tom's surprise. It turned out that she was the same genie that Cortez had summoned when he rubbed the lamp. Cortez was thrilled, and unsurprisingly, his first wish was for lots of gold. The cave instantly filled with gold coins and trinkets. Cortez figured that with his new treasure he could retire and live lavishly for the rest of his days, so he had no problem with using his second wish to wish all of his gold to appear on his ship to spare him and his crew the trouble of carrying it all. Finally, he wished to be one of the most well known pirates in history. However, as the genie was preparing to change Cortez's fate, she caught a glimpse of all of the women he had raped, mistreated, and brutalized in his life. Horrified and enraged, she decided to grant her master's wish, but in a way that she saw fit...                

 Cortez was transformed, then angry, then mortified. She barely held back tears as she watched the accursed lamp fly off and disappear into the beautiful horizon, as magic lamps do after three wishes are granted. She would have given all of the gold that she had wished for just to be a man again, but she knew that only the genie who changed her could change her back. She also knew that if she tried to explain who she was to her crew, they would most likely laugh at her, rape her, and kill her.
                                            

Thinking quickly, she kidnapped a new crew of island men and boys and stranded her old crew on the island after sneaking back onto her own ship and setting sail. She had forced the men and boys to join her with her gun and sword, but most of them probably would have joined her just because of her beauty.
                                                    

After a few days of sailing and racking her brain about what to do next, Cortez found that something was making it difficult for her to think. She found herself admiring the firm, muscular, sweaty bodies of her reluctantly hardworking new crew of island men more than she cared to admit. Being the only woman on board, and a beautiful and well proportioned one at that, her crew members couldn't help but lust after her in return. It was only a matter of time before Cortez broke down and ordered her new crew to ravish her.

By the time they came to shore, Cortez was pregnant. Even after becoming a mother, she still felt compelled to be a pirate, and she still wanted her manhood back. Searching the world for the magic lamp, she plundered, and battled, and made love for years, making a name for herself as the most feared female scourge of the seas. Her third wish had been fulfilled.

Eventually, after giving birth for the eighth time, she grew tired of the pirate life. She settled down and used her massive wealth to make a respectable name for herself in the new world. She had long since given up on her search for the genie's lamp and accepted herself as a woman. The great pirate known as "Francesca Cortez" eventually died a happy old woman asleep in her bed, but some of her many children did not give up the search for the magic lamp. After years of searching, one of her son's finally found its hidden location in a desert mountain cave. However, he had grown too old to make the climb himself, so he drew up a map to it and passed it on to his children. Unfortunately, they did not believe their father's crazy story, so they put the map away and let it gather dust for generations.

Tom now possessed that very map. He possessed it because he was descendant from one of Cortez's children, and he had stolen the map for himself after learning the story behind it. Now, after finding the genie, he was more than ready to make his wishes.
"My three wishes are simple, sexy: Fame. Fortune. Fucking!" Tom excitedly demanded. The genie could tell exactly what Tom meant, but she was insulted by his rude words and crude demeanor. Just like with her last master, Tom's ancestor, the genie witnessed all of Tom's wicked deeds just before she began to change his fate. She then decided to not only punish Cortez's latest obnoxious descendant even worse than she had punished the old pirate himself, but she would also make sure that none of Cortez's foolish descendants would ever bother her again...
                                                             

                                                                  "Stupid genie."
The massive proportions of Tom's overly feminine body forced her to steady her balance as she stood up to get out of one of the swimming pools of one of her lavish houses. She could feel the tightness of her designer, custom tailored swimsuit being stretched by her famously outrageous curves. Tom could remember her former life as a man, but thanks to the genie, it was now no better than a figment of her imagination.
                                                   

She was very present in her new life. The "new life" she had always had. The life of a spoiled rich socialite turned reality television personality and porn star. Her family had always been extremely wealthy, and oddly, mostly female, and those females of the family...
                                                        

                                                         ...were mostly curves.
After a while, Tom was horrified to realize that her two well endowed sisters were once her brothers, Tim and Terry, back when she was a man, though Tom was the only one who could remember the way things had been before the genie changed history.

                    
Tom was mortified and furious at first, as her ancestor Cortez had been after suffering the genie's wrath, but also like Cortez, she grew to accept her new life of looking pretty, shopping...

                            
                                                ...and having A LOT of amazing sex.

This was all a part of the genie's plan. Even if Tom wanted to try and find the lamp again, no one would ever believe her story because no one could ever take her seriously.

                                                                 THE END              

Swift Expansion

                                             
Taylor was stunned. The guy in the front row was gorgeous. He was so tantalizingly handsome that the young superstar awkwardly froze for a second. Then her heart began to race, but not because of the handsome concert goer, or because she froze up in front of thousands of screaming fans, but because she could feel her... condition acting up again. She could feel the all too familiar sensation of her body reverting back to its new true form. The form she had been stuck with ever since a misguided "fan" sent her an unwanted magical gift that apparently couldn't be returned. Taylor had been warned by her makeup magician that extreme arousal would dampen the concealment spells that were cast on Taylor's body and clothes. She desperately began singing right where she left off, hoping that no one would notice her flub, or what was about to happen...
                                                        

Taylor's ridiculous curves immediately bulged out on stage. The crowd went into stunned silence for a moment. Then, they erupted into thunderous cheering. Embarrassed and jiggly, Taylor went on with the show. The handsome young man in the front row couldn't believe his eyes. His crush on Taylor Swift would have been as big as her new curves... if he wasn't gay.

Selena Gomez vs. Alex Russo

 

Young wizard of Waverly Place, Alex Russo, hated Selena Gomez's music...

                                     
...but what she REALLY hated was the fact that everyone constantly told her that she looked just like her. Alex was tired of feeling overshadowed, so one night, during a Selena Gomez concert that her best friend Harper dragged her to, Alex decided to use her magic to make sure no one would ever confuse her for the stuck up young diva again...

Alex: "Talent and beauty, she gladly milks both... change her form into one that lets everyone know!..."
                                                                    *Boing*
                                                  
Selena (inner thoughts): "Whoa, that felt weird. What was that? ...Oh well, shake it off, girl, your fans want a show! But DAMN, do I suddenly feel really..."
                                                    

    

                                  "...horny. Why the hell am I thinking about boys and... bulls?"

Partners

                                
                              "Why, hello there Officer!" Said the big breasted jogger.
                                                                         

Young Detective Holden was dumbfounded by the friendly woman's bouncing, swaying chest and her flirtatious smile. He had nearly forgotten that the well endowed, air-headed jogger had once been the father of a young boy that had gone missing a month earlier. The father had unwisely barged into the drug den of the illegal magic peddling gang that had kidnapped his son on his own, only to become their next victim. A week later, the Magical Crimes Unit of the police force was ready to strike, having gathered at a safe distance away from the gang's hideout. As the large breasted former father jogged passed the object of her affection, she blew him a kiss. She knew that if she tried to stay, the other officers would just shoo her away, and the officers knew that it was pointless to expect any further interest from her when it came to the rescue of her son. Her mind had been just as permanently effected by the gang's strong magical drugs as her body had been. Holden hated himself for it, but he was actually considering sleeping with the loving parent turned busty bimbo.
                                
                                                "You wanna go, or should I?"
Holden refocused on the real bust as his partner, Detective Harper, began going over the game plan.
"I assumed I'd go in first with the extraction team, then you'd swoop in with the reinforcements." The gruff hero cop proposed.
"Yeah, yeah. You go in first, do your thing, and it'll all be handled before me and the cavalry even get in the door." Holden listlessly replied.
"Yeah, you're right... I'll go in. But hey, remember, when I kick some ass we both look good, right?" Harper replied, chuckling as he tapped his young partner's shoulder. He took off with his team and infiltrated the gang's hideout in a secluded forest area right near the suburban neighborhood where Holden and the rest of the team would be waiting.

                                                        
After the intoxicated Asian bimbo that used to be the Caucasian missing boy came running out alone, Holden knew that something had to have gone wrong and mobilized his team.

When Holden and the team burst into the hideout they saw chaos. There were dead criminals and incapacitated officers all over the place. There had clearly been a more serious struggle than had been anticipated. The gang's ringleader, the notorious criminal known as "Dougie Domino", was being violently apprehended by a very angry officer that no one could recognize.

                                                             3 Weeks Later...

"Harper! What's this about a new badge? You need another damn one?!" The hotheaded police chief asked.                                    
                                
"Well... yes, chief." Detective Harper replied. "You see the new picture and the name change are fine, but... well... it's my measurements, sir... and my... my weight." The reluctantly feminine detective explained, trying not to blush. "They aren't exactly accurate anymore. My... my breasts won't stop growing, sir." She concluded, mortified. The stuffy old police chief looked almost as flustered and uncomfortable as Harper felt. His former best detective had been reduced to a walking pair of giant breasts as far as he was concerned. She had become nothing but a distraction around the precinct ever since the incident, but unfortunately, the Chief could not fire someone for becoming an embarrassment to the Badge. Hoping to avoid any kind of female discrimination lawsuit, the Chief could only hope that his "Breast Detective" would eventually start sleeping with her horn-dog of a partner. That way he would have a justified cause for termination.

However, little did he know, Holden had begun to notice that he was slowly going through some changes as well. He was beginning to feel a little more feminine every day. His hair began growing faster than normal, his nipples became puffy and sensitive, and he began to have frequent, intimate dreams about his partner... when she was a man. He wondered if the effects of the potent magical drugs that his partner had been bombarded with were contagious. He began to think about requesting a new partner. 

                                           1 Week Later...
             

Turns out it was already too late. Holden was seriously regretting sleeping with his... her partner.

Scarlett

                                                  

"God, I'm so beautiful! They can't possibly pay me enough for doing this silly photoshoot for this silly fashion magazine. This strange photographer says he has a special skill to make any model look even more beautiful than she already is, bringing out her 'true talents'... whatever that means. Like he could improve on perfection..."
                                                               

                                                   "...I'm Scarlett Fucking Johansson!"

Beached 3

                                                                            

Milo posed for his beach photoshoot. He had become quite bored with being a male model. He hoped that his agent was serious about getting him some acting roles. He secretly wanted to be a movie star and do big action movies. Instead, he was eye candy for women. However, he never got tired of female admirers swooning over him, especially the ones at Gigantis Beach as it seemed like every other female bystander there was a big breasted beauty.

The head photographer told Milo to lean against a large rock in the shallow part of the water. They had, of course, cleared the area that they were doing the photoshoot in of all beach goers, including those in the water. Milo, the head photographer, and the crew were so focused on getting the perfect shot that they failed to notice the shimmering, colorful, magical oil rapidly flowing toward the shore. Since there were no other people in the water with Milo, there was no one to warn him. However, the Magic-Flow was not the only thing suddenly churning in the water. A sudden wave picked up and carried the Magic-Flow with it as it quickly crashed against Milo, the head photographer, and the crew, drenching them all.

Milo felt strange as she got back on her feet. Feeling very off balance and woozy, she steadied herself against the rock. Even after feeling the long, flowing hair that she suddenly possessed, her overly feminine new body, and her magically materialized tight swimsuit, Milo's mind could not immediately come to terms with the fact that he had been transformed, and simply stared at the formerly male head photographer and his crew as massive breasts burst through their shirts.


        

A week later, after some major adjusting, they all got back together and re-shot Milo's photoshoot at a different beach. After the new shoot proved to be massively successful, the hotheaded head photographer demanded to be paid double what had been promised. Originally, the head of the agency was only going to pay her half for being so careless, but he was convinced otherwise by strenuous...                                                         

                                                                   ..."negotiation."

The poor crew members were fired for allowing for the loss of the agency's best male model...

                

...but fortunately the most attractive ones were offered positions as new models themselves. 

                               
"Mila" went on to become a global modelling phenomenon, selling magazines all over the world. She was a bigger celebrity and sex symbol than she ever was as a male model. However, deep down inside, the man that she once was still longed to be a big action movie star, but she knew that could never happen now. She would just have to settle for dating them instead.

The Island 1

                                                         
Chuck Leigh proudly strutted past the other tourists. His girth strained against his favorite shirt as he jiggled with each step. One day, his whole fraternity got a mysterious invite to some kind of festival on a beautiful island.

The rowdy frat boys were not ones to skip a party, invitation or not, and they would have been crazy to turn down an all expenses paid island trip. Also, if all that was not enough, the horny young men couldn't help but notice that many of the island girls in the brochure that came with the invitation were barely clothed and very... 
             
                                                           ...well endowed.

Chuck liked big breasts, but was notorious for having a strict policy against hooking up with girls that had even a little extra weight. However, this was just a defense mechanism as he did not want to admit that he himself had put on weight since starting college. He even still regularly wore his second favorite shirt which read "No Fat Chicks". His frat brothers often teased him about his weight and frequently tried to hook him up with plump girls.

Chuck decided to go find the perfect girls to hook up with while his frat brothers were waking up hungover with big breasted island beauties they'd met during the festival. Even though the festival revolved around women sleeping with any men they could find, Chuck found that he was ignored by all of the girls that he deemed acceptable, so after the frat's first night on the island, he figured that he might as well take advantage of the island's legal prostitution.
                                  
After asking around for a little while, Chuck found out about a bar & grill that also served as a brothel if you ordered "the special". After doing so, the bartender smiled and winked at him just before disappearing into the back for a minute. While Chuck eagerly awaited a bevy of big breasted beauties to choose from, he noticed a picture of just that hung up on the wall behind the bar.
                            
As he lustfully admired the photo, his heart suddenly stopped. He couldn't believe his eyes. The giant-chested blonde wearing nothing but a purple and pink thong on the bottom left was none other than his mother, Lynnette. Chuck was dumbfounded. His mother never mentioned anything about traveling to this island. She was a very successful model and entrepreneur, so she did travel a lot, but she looked slightly younger in this photo, maybe college age. Chuck instantly felt awkward and averted his gaze. He was used to his mother being half naked for the world to see, but he actively tried to avoid seeing the giant breasts that once fed him as a baby. He was just as embarrassed of being the son of a sex symbol as he was of being overweight, and he prayed that his frat brothers would never see this photo. He planned to later ask his mother why she was in the photo and who the other women were.

The bartender shortly returned with an array of delicious food for Chuck. Chuck was confused at first, but when the bartender told him that the food was complementary and that the perfect prostitute for him was getting ready to come out, he excitedly, nervously, began to scarf down the food. He soon began to feel this strange, warm feeling as he ate the food, but he didn't stop. As Chuck finished the food, the friendly bartender gave him a fruity drink and said it was on the house. The instant the drink went down his throat, he knew something was wrong. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the discomfort of some kind of intense pressure building up inside of him causing him to get down on his knees and hunch forward, holding his belly. He began sweating as his body began burning with an intense fever, and fell over, feeling as though he was going to pass out. He could barely think straight, but he was painfully aware of the drastic changes his body began going through. He was shocked and horrified to feel that his penis and testicles were receding into his body as he transformed from a fat young man into a plump young woman.

He was in disoriented disbelief as his large former "man boobs" began to rapidly swell to such an outrageous size that they destroyed his favorite shirt as they burst out of it.

As his fever continued to rise, he quickly began to shed the rest of his clothes. It was then that he heard the bartender laughing at him. Chuck knew that he had to be the one behind his sudden transformation. He knew he had to ask him why he was now a "she", but first, she needed to jump into the nice, cool swimming pool right outside of the bar to cool herself down.
                                     
Chuck felt much better physically after her dip, but was still in shock. The two heavy flesh bags made it hard for the new big girl to stand. This only added to her humiliation in front of the mysterious, wickedly smiling bartender that was approaching her.
"Heh-heh, gets me every time... fat boy always becomes fat girl. Always the ones with the biggest tits..." The Bartender said as he leered at Chuck. Chuck was afraid and confused as she quivered on her knees. She just wanted to wake up from this strange nightmare.
"H-how... H-h-how did I...?" She pathetically attempted to ask how any of this was possible, but was cut of by the tall, dark and handsome bartender.
"You're wondering how you ended up like this? Why you ended up like this? Don't worry, young one, all will be explained..." He said as he held out his hand to Chuck. Chuck was frightened and angry, but she also couldn't ignore the quickly increasing sudden feelings she was feeling toward the Bartender. Her new vagina dripped with warm juices of arousal. Chuck felt something he/she had never felt before... an intense desire for a man... any man.
                              
Chuck was putty in the powerful bartender's hands as he took her by the hand back to his well furnished hut. She could resist him. She gave up her female virginity without hesitation as the bartender pounded her fresh, wet pussy over and over. As her gargantuan breasts jiggled and swayed Chuck felt more deeply satisfied than he/she had ever felt before, but deep down inside, the frat boy that she had been just an hour earlier resented both the bartender that had done this to him, and the fact that he had become a giant-breasted slut... just like his mother.                                       

                                                        TO BE CONTINUED...

Tom (Request)

                        
Tom was a 25-year-old tourist visiting Colombia. Colombia was a beautiful land, with great food, and his favorite singer was from there, but all of that was only partly the reason he came.
                               
He had trekked through the dirty jungle for hours, but he finally found it. It was just a disheveled, uninhabited shack, but if the rumors were to be believed, he had come to the right place. His nerves beginning to get the best of him, he dry swallowed and took a deep breath before walking forward into the dark little shack...
                                 
Tom couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow, hidden inside a tiny shack made of sticks, was an expansive, illustrious bordello. It was like he had been transported to another world. His heart was racing with excitement.

He looked around, but couldn't spot anyone else in there with him, though he could hear music. Just before he could call out for someone, the curtains of the bordello stage opened.
                                           

She was beautiful. She was buxom. She was otherworldly. Tom knew instantly that she had to be her.
"Why, hello there! Looks like we have a visitor..." She spoke with an enchanting voice in an intoxicating accent as she sat back on her throne like a goddess with her two burly bodyguards standing by her side. Tom's knees began to shake. Even without the rumors and stories, he could feel how powerful the old witch was. She was very intimidating. Tom knew that if he said the wrong thing, or angered her even slightly she could turn him into whatever she wanted to and not bat an eye, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel insanely attracted to her. He shook his head and regained focus on why he had come. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and a small Ziploc bag.
"Y-yes, Madame Victorio, um... I mean... ma'am... uh..." Tom stammered nervously. Madam Victorio simply smiled and chuckled.
"You're cute." She teased as she gestured for Tom to come closer to her. Tom's legs than appeared to move on their own as he was compelled to approach the witch. "Now... what is it that you desire?" She asked, looking him up and down almost like a hungry predator. Tom nervously gulped. He couldn't  believe he was right in front of her. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to get what he wanted. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to say the words out loud.
"I... I want you to turn me into a woman. Please." He answered. His heart was racing.
"Oh, really?" Madame Victorio asked in surprise.
"Yes, and not just any woman. A certain famous woman from Colombia. She's so beautiful. I'm obsessed with her. I... I want to be her." He explained. He felt the weight lift off of his shoulder as he admitted this. He handed the witch the Ziploc bag that contained a single strand of golden hair.
"I managed to get this when I met her backstage once." He explained. Madame Victorio took the hair out, examined it, and sensually rubbed it against her skin.
"Do you have money?" She asked nonchalantly as she glanced at Tom's wallet. Tom then took out $200 and gave it to her. The witch then smiled seductively and snapped her fingers, causing a chair to magically slide over to Tom as she got up and walked away. Tom slowly sat down, not sure about what to expect next.

Without a word, the witch returned with a small, glass bottle filled with a blue liquid. She then placed the strand of hair Tom had given her into the bottle. The hair immediately dissolved, and the blue potion turned red. She then handed Tom the potion and told him to drink it. Tom was nervous, but he also felt eager to get what he had asked for and traveled so far to get. As he drank the potion, he was surprised to taste that it was actually hot, nearly burning his mouth. After finishing the potion, Tom felt a kind of uneasiness. The witch then took back the empty bottle, tossed it back to one of her silent bodyguards, and placed her hands on Tom's head.
                                            
She then began sensually caressing his head and face as she closed her eyes, rolled her head, and began chanting in a strange language under her breath. Tom began to feel strange. The witch then opened her eyes and stared straight into Tom's eyes, then she opened her mouth and began to suck out some kind of smoke that began emanating from Tom's body. The smoke flew right into the witch's mouth as she deeply inhaled. After the witch sucked all of the strange smoke out of his body, Tom felt very weak. He felt like a part of him and been taken away. He felt like a living husk. Before he could ask her what she had taken from him, the witch changed right before his eyes.
                               
The beautiful witch suddenly sprouted a long, hairy beard. Tom was confused at the sight of this, but little did he know, her beard represented what she had just stolen from him. It was a manifestation of the entirety of Tom's masculinity.

An overwhelming, tingly sensation filled Tom's entire body. He felt like the room was spinning. He could barely even remember who he was, let alone think straight. He began to cry out as he felt like he was burning. He fell to the ground and began to contort in pain as he ripped his clothes off in a mad attempt to cool down at least a little. As he began to black out, he started to regret seeking the witch out. He began to fear that he was going to die.
                                                                        

As Tom awoke at the witch's feet, he felt completely different. The no longer bearded witch almost looked sinister as she admired her handiwork. Tom struggled to stand in his new body. He still felt quite woozy. Tom wearily made his way to the nearest mirror to see if the transformation had been a success.

The transformation had left Tom exhausted and lightheaded, but it had worked. Tom looked at herself in the mirror and saw...                                        

                                                                  ... Shakira.

As she stared in awe at her naked reflection, it was like she was staring at her idol in all her glory. She was perfect. As Tom passionately thanked the witch with Shakira's beautiful voice and sexy accent, she began to cry tears of joy. The witch had already done more than enough for her, but she also decided to clothe the naked new woman.
                                                  

After giving Tom a beautiful silky dress, the witch insisted on a performance. Tom was nervous, but when she got up on the bordello stage, it felt natural. She sang her heart out for the witch and her bodyguards until she began to feel like she was the real Shakira. For the first time ever, Tom was truly happy. She felt like she could stay and perform in the Madame Victorio's bordello forever, but she knew that she had a whole new life to live back in the outside world. She thanked the witch once again, and told her that, in honor of the woman who gave her everything, she would change her name to "Victoria". Before she left, Madame Victorio stopped her to give her a warning. She informed her that in addition to transforming her into a Shakira duplicate, she had also placed a precautionary curse on her, as she did to everyone who left her hidden bordello. She warned Victoria that if she ever told anyone anything about who it was that transformed her then the curse would punish her by changing her in some way.
   
                                                   One year later...
Victoria was quite happy in her new life. She decided to become a performer like her idol, unintentionally giving her some serious competition. When she first came into the spotlight, she obviously stirred up quite a bit of confusion and questions. When she answered those questions she tried her best to be vague, but eventually, she may have let slip some things that she shouldn't have...
                                        

Well, she figured the curse made it easier to distinguish her from the real Shakira at least...