Charlie stood there with a sour look on his new pretty feminine face why did his car have to break down outside a deadbeat looking town he said to himself.
As he walked up the dusty road to the town a sign on the side of the road said welcome to Scott Drzyzga population 120.
The place looked almost abandoned walking into the local general store he spotted a pretty young lady standing behind the counter and he ask her if he could use the phone?
She apologize to him and said there's never been any phones in Scott Drzyzga.
Charlie then asked if there was a mechanics in town she said no but the old petrol station had plenty of tools and you can repair your car there.
After pushing his car up the dusty road and into the old petrol station he suddenly felt very tired and decided to sleep in his car he woke up the next day to a terrible shock in the night he had transformed into a beautiful black-haired girl.
Searching the town for anybody who could help him but there was nobody around.
He ran back to the general store to find the young lady who was there yesterday but all he found was a diary and a note.
The note explained to him that the town was cursed by the Native Americans for building it on one of there burial grounds and the inhabitants died out of a mysterious plague.
The Native Americans left one person as a guardian.
The Guardian could only be female so if a mail was left in the town he would become female it was part of the curse to humiliate them.
But when a gibbous moon is shining in the night sky and a weary traveller spends the night there the guardian passes on the responsibility to that person who would become a young female waiting for the next person to come along.
Charlie was not having any of this yes the breasts and vagina told him he was a woman.
But they could not stop him from leaving but no matter how hard he tried to repair his car he always found something else faulty with it and resigned himself to his fate and waiting for another lonely traveller to come along.


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