Nyra and Argider found themselves entwined in a passionate embrace on the plush bedchambers, their lips locked in a fervent kiss. Nyra's hands roamed Argider's curves, exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin. Suddenly, a strange sensation began to stir between Nyra's legs - a growing, hardening pressure that was entirely new and unfamiliar.
Breaking the kiss, Nyra gasped as she felt her new appendage throb to life, stretching and lengthening until it protruded proudly from her groin.
"Argider, what... how..."Nyra stammered,
"It has something to do with my curse..."
"Is that why you're a girl now?"
"Yeah..."
"Then, wanna play a little something?"
Argider hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. As a girl who had always been proud of her independence and autonomy, the idea of playing the submissive maiden went against her very nature.
