IT’S IN THE BLOOD
This one is about a woman who discovers a family secret the hard way. The idea is one from a fan who liked the idea of a special type of lycanthrope. Sometimes it’s just in the blood. Again, if you want to use the story please just ask.
CHAPTER 1
Irma was running a bit late. She had come from college for a long weekend after a church retreat had been cancelled and she was heading out to meet with her boyfriend who was staying with his aunt and uncle in the next town. In her rush she was trying to do three things at once: grab her purse, dial her cell and open the door. Like many people have found out, sometimes it’s just better to be a bit late rather than rush and Irma was about to find that out twice over.
She looked down as she fumbled her purse and cell phone and completely forgot where she was and walked straight into a half open door. She knocked herself flat on the floor and she sat there for a moment dazed. Her first thought was “OUCH!”
“Oh crimny! My eye!” She put her hand up and winced. “Oh my, that’s going to leave a mark.”
Irma never swore, but she came real close right then. She had been raised a strict Christian and she didn’t drink, smoke, swear, fool around, or even wear makeup. Her mother had been very hard about that and her father, a minister, had supported her. She had not been to rebellious as her parents had instead channeled her energy into sports and activities and her payoff had been a handsome, loyal boyfriend and a full ride scholarship to the State University for both sports and academics. She had been pretty popular and never in trouble.
At school she had not been part of the Greek Crowd, instead focusing more with the “bible-thumpers”, but she was still well liked and even got invited to a lot of parties even though she never drank or even dressed really sexy. She knew though that a lot of the girls thought she was a prude, but with her boyfriend and her other friends she had been doing just fine.
Muttering under breath she made it to her car and looked in the mirror. She had a huge shiner alright, no hiding it. With a sigh she pulled out and headed over to her friend Amanda’s house to drop off some clothes she had borrowed in college.
“Hey Irma! How are you, oh my!” Irma said when she opened the door. “What happened?”
“I literally ran into a door. I was doing three things at once and BAM! Hurt like, well, it hurt.”
“You’re going out with Chad right? Oh Irma, you can’t go out looking like this, everyone is going to think he beat you up!” Amanda said sadly.
“Oh come on, everyone knows me and they know Chad would never do something like that.” Irma responded.
“Irma, you are going over to Junction Place tonight for that concert. They don’t know you there and the security guards can be a real pain if they think something has happened. If you want, I can touch it up a bit with some eye shadow and some rouge.” Amanda said.
“No, no thank you. You know I don’t wear that stuff. I don’t need it, no real woman does.” Irma said with a bit of strictness.
Amanda sighed. This was one of the issues they had. She really wished that Irma would loosen up once in a while. She was really pretty. She had a great body, her breasts were actually quite impressive (Amanda had a little bit of a bi-curious side to her and she had thought about how much fun Irma might be in bed once or twice), and her face and hair had a natural shine that was really nice. A bit of makeup would really elevate her from “pretty” to “Knockout” with little effort.
Just as Irma was heading out the door a text binged on her phone. It was from Chad and he was also running late due to some work he was doing with his Uncle on the farm. They had had a major breakdown and he was going to be a couple of hours late. With a sigh Irma flounced on the couch and said “This is definitely not my day.”
Amanda giggled a bit and they both chuckled after a minute. “Why not hang out with me? I’ve got nothing going on until later tonight when Joe comes over for supper. Let’s watch some TV and just chill out.”
Irma nodded yes and they both sat down and turned on the TV. They picked a show and started watching. Amanda got Irma some tea. Irma drank it and after a bit she started to feel a bit sleepy. Amanda closed the drapes and turned down the lights and Irma nodded off shortly afterwards.
Amanda had spiked the tea with Chamomile knowing it would make Irma sleepy. She had decided that she was going to help her friend out whether she wanted it or not.
Carefully positioning her head, Amanda went to work on Irma with some make up. She carefully touched it up with rouge and then some eye shadow. She did both eyes and both cheeks. Amanda checked her work and nodded. It was really well done and she even thought that Irma’s black eye had greatly receded. And Irma definitely looked a LOT hotter. The rouge and eye shadow had seemed to make her face shine in a different way.
Irma was tempted to do more but decided she shouldn’t push it. Her friend was really hard against any makeup so just this little bit could set her off. Better to quit while she was ahead.
After a few more minutes, Irma stirred and yawned. She stretched and Amanda raised her eyebrow slightly at the long sensual stretch her friend did.
“Sorry, guess this show wasn’t that interesting. Hey, not to watch and run, but I’m going to head out. I’ve got some stuff to do.” Irma said in a slightly odd voice.
Amanda nodded and saw her off. She blinked as Irma walked towards her car. “Huh, if I didn’t know better I’d say Irma was swaying her ass a bit just then. But that’s crazy.” Amanda just chuckled and shut the door as Irma drove off.
Irma didn’t know why she had left or wear she was going but she felt an urge to go…somewhere to do something. It was odd and she had a puzzled look on her face as she tried to figure out what was going on in her head. But every time she came close to stopping or turning around a gut feeling would come over her and she just KNEW she had to keep going. She kept looking at herself in the rearview mirror and she started having odd thoughts.
“Hmmmm, you know a bit of lipstick wouldn’t hurt.” Or “My eyelashes would be really nice if they were long and black.”
“What am I thinking? I never wear any makeup, ever. I don’t need to, I’m beautiful naturally.” Irma said out loud as she shook her head. She looked around and realized she had been just driving around on the highway between small towns for nearly an hour. Shaking her head she pulled into a Walgreen’s to get something to drink.
She walked in and headed to the rear of the store to get a bottle of water. She was just about there when she turned down the makeup row. She got half way down and stopped dead. In her head and her heart she suddenly felt an urge. No, a need. She HAD to do something.
“I. Must. Get. Makeup.” Irma said in a breathless voice. In a daze she turned and began to pick out items. Rouge, blush, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, everything. As soon as her hand touched the first product her head seemed to clear and she understood.
“Yes, I must get makeup. Slutty makeup.” Irma said in a slightly higher pitched voice as she picked out bright red lipstick, matching nail polish, rouge and black eyeliner. She also got some glitter. Once she had gotten a full set she went and paid for it and then went to the bathroom.
Irma had never put on makeup before, but she moved like she was possessed. She applied it without a single mistake or hitch. Her hands seemed to move with their own will. The last thing she put on was the lipstick. She slowly put it on and then blew herself a kiss in the mirror.
Where she had been pretty before, she was now a total babe. Her blue eyes were now bright and clear with the liner and mascara seeming to frame them perfectly. Her lips pulled naturally into a wonderful pout and her cheekbones were perfect.
Just as she smiled suddenly her whole body stiffened. Her eyes rolled up and her breathing sped up. She gasped for air and gripped the sink with her hands. “What is happening to meeeeeeeeeee???” she got out as the last word became a high pitched squeak.
Her whole body convulsed and suddenly began to change. Her rather plan dress began to shrink and tighten, her shoes began to grow heels and seemed to melt into a set of high heeled strappy pumps. Her nylons transformed into bright red silk stockings hitched to a red silk garter belt, her dress shrank down into a skin tight strapless tube dress that barely covered her tits and her pussy. It became bright red with various rhinestones. Her underwear disappeared entirely.
Physically her body underwent a lot of changes. Her hair, usually worn short, grew thicker and longer and soon trailed down to her ass in a nice braid. It went from dark brown to a platinum blonde. Her pussy lost all hair, and her lips pouted. Her tits swelled from a 35BB to a 36EE, her hips widened to a 36 and her tummy tucked to a 24 inch waist. Even her purse transformed from a large bag to a small clutch purse stuffed with makeup and her little wallet.
The changes ended and her eyes regained focus. She blinked and then looked in the mirror.
“OhMyGod! I look so fucking hot! Oh yeah, this bitch is smoking hot!” She ran a finger down her chest between her cleavage and giggled.
“Mmmmmm, a bod like this needs to be fucked. Oh yeah, I need a stuff to fuck me full!”
Irma strutted out of the bathroom and past a gaping clerk towards her car. Just as she was getting in a cherry red Mustang convertible pulled up next to her. Inside was smoking red head with tits as big as hers pushing out of a skin tight cocktail dress. Her hair was in a long pony tail and she was wearing thick slutty make up, glitter, and some big hoop earrings.
“Hey there lovely lady! I’m like totally lost. I had a stripping gig way out in the sticks and I’m trying to get back to Johnson City. Can you help a hottie out?”
Irma smiled. “Oh hell yeah girl friend. Us hotties need to stick together. I’ll show you the way. You’re a stripper then? Where do you dance?”
“At The Silk Stocking. I really need to get back, there’s a talent scout from The Ranch in Vegas coming tonight. If I can impress him, I might get hired on. The Ranch is like the biggest, hottest strip club in all of Vegas!”
Irma was really excited. “Wow! Damn, I’d LOVE to dance there! But I’m just starting out.”
“Hey babes, no problem! You get me back there by 8pm and I’ll talk to the manager and get you a set. Hell, if you are up to it, we could do a pair dance! You are certainly hot enough to dance with me and I’ve been looking for a girlfriend I can trust when dancing. All the other bitches are so jealous of my hot bod.” The redhead said with grin.
Irma hopped in the car without a thought. “You’re on girlfriend. What’s your name by the way?”
“My name is Aphrodite, as in the goddess of love. How about you?” she said as she extended her hand.
Irma thought for a second and then noticed that a small pendant was dangling from the rearview mirror. It had an Egyptian symbol on it and Irma grinned. “I’m Isis, goddess of love, just for a different group of guys.”
“Sweet Isis. Let’s get going.” Aphrodite slammed the car into gear and the two giggling sluts drove off at breakneck speed.
The next 12 hours were a total blur for Isis. They got pulled over by a cop and Aphrodite got them off when she blew the cop while Isis made out with him. They got to the club right at 8pm and Aphrodite got her in to see the boss. She did a quick dance for him and even though she knew she had never stripped before her body seemed to know exactly what to do. She had the man panting and sweating and she finished the deal by giving him her first blowjob ever. Again, even though she had never done anything like that she was a natural and the man nearly passed out. Aphrodite gave her a high five when she finished and then pulled her backstage.
There she quickly added some makeup (which made her even more horny and feeling even more sexy) and she changed into a gold g-string and string bikini top with 6 inch platform heeled shoes. Aphrodite pulled her out behind her to the curtain and told her to watch her set and then she was on. Isis watched and was entranced by the hot bitch with red hair as she danced. She had the whole crowd on their feet tossing wads of money on the stage and they howled and cheered when she left.
Aphrodite strutted off stage and stopped in front of Isis. Without a pause she kissed her full on the lips and shoved her tongue down her throat. After a few moments she broke it as the music started and said “Go get them you hot slut!”
Without a single second wasted Isis strutted out and began to dance. She completely lost herself in the music and let the heat and beat wash over her. The laughed as the men crowded around and tossed money at her. She spun on the pole, did complete splits, pulled men up into her tits and motor boated them. She was gasping when her two song set ended and she gathered up her money and waved as she strutted off the stage. Aphrodite was waiting.
“OMG!!!! Girlfriend you were so fucking hot!!!!! You did as well as I did! Fuck, come on and let’s count up!”
Isis was stunned as she counted. She didn’t have any 1 or 5 dollar bills, the lowest bill she had was a 20! When she was done, she counted nearly $1200. Aphrodite had just over $1300.
“Mmmmmm, bitch, you are now officially my BFF! You and me are doing a partner dance after Tanya gets off stage.”
Isis giggled and kissed her, and got ready.
The partner dance was amazing. She actually had a small orgasm during it and she and Aphrodite were damn near having sex on the stage as the crowd howled. When they finished the bouncers actually had to push several men off the stage. They counted up nearly $1500 which they split even. And then came word they were wanted in the VIP Lounge.
After putting on their tops they headed over and found themselves with the owner and the scout from The Ranch. A short discussion later and Isis and Aphrodite were signed on a joint contract for 3 years, 5 nights a week at the Ranch with paid for apartment (they demanded to live together), car, and all expenses paid. Tickets would be arranged shortly. The owner kept shaking his head at Isis and going “Damn, why couldn’t you have shown up a year ago?”
They celebrated by drinking Champaign, a LOT of it, and then doing some coke, and then fucking. Isis fucked the scout, the owner (twice as she felt a little bad she hadn’t been around earlier) and Aphrodite once on the table while the men filmed them.
It was dawn when the two drunk, high, fully fucked sluts stumbled out of the club and fell into the convertible. They headed over to Aphrodite’s place and Isis passed out on the couch with her fingers stuck in her pussy.
CHAPTER 2
Irma woke up with a throbbing headache and a bizarre feeling. She glanced around and realized she didn’t know where she was. She looked at what she was wearing and gasped. It was tight gold colored tube dress with gold leg wraps and high heeled shoes. She reeked of booze and sex. She glanced around for a moment and then grabbed her purse and headed straight out the door. She ran to the street and saw a cab. She flagged it down and the gaping driver was finally able to understand she wanted him to drive her out of the city.
He protested but she opened her purse and saw it was stuffed with cash. Not wanting to know where it had come from she pulled out $500 and said “The address I told you. Now. No questions.”
The driver looked at the cash and then shrugged and said “Ok, sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Irma spent the entire trip in a daze. She had flashes of memory and they were memories of some tart doing things she would have never done. She kept having urges to put on makeup, but she was in so much pain from her hangover she was able to ignore it by focusing on not heaving up.
After about a 90 minute drive the cab driver stopped by her house. She was surprised to see her car in the driveway, and a bit relieved.
She staggered up to the door and her mother met her with a sad look on her face. She hushed her when she started to speak and said “Don’t say anything, just come in and get cleaned up. I need to tell you something, something maybe I should have told you earlier but I must do so now.”
Irma went upstairs thankful her father was gone on a retreat this weekend. She showered and then removed the last of the makeup and nail polish. Oddly once the last bits of polish were off her urge to put on makeup disappeared. She was sitting in an old t shirt when her phone rang. She answered and heard a sexy voice on the other end.
“Hey BFF! Like, did you get all the photos from last night? I wanted to know if you are up for another night’s work too. I’m on shift tonight and can get you stage time and we can do our dance again! You up for another hot night you hot bitch?”
“Who are you? How did you get this number? Don’t call me ever again you, you…YOU WHORE!”
Irma tossed her phone at the door just as her mother came through. She was able to catch it and she set it down on the bed as she sat down and hugged her daughter.
“Irma, don’t be mad at this person. You probably did meet her yesterday and you probably did all the things she says you did. You couldn’t help it because of our family’s curse.”
“What? What are you…”
“Hush Irma and let me explain something to you. Long ago, no one in the family knows how long now, you had an ancestor who was a nun. This woman helped hunt down witches and immoral women for the Catholic Church. She was very good at it. But one time one of the people she found out was an actual witch. This witch cursed her and all of her female offspring. A touch of the whore’s paint and a whore you’ll become, that was the curse. Back then, the only people who put on makeup were street whores or rich nobles and royalty which many in the church considered the same thing. Sometime after that the nun somehow put on a bit of makeup and she, she changed. She became a wanton slut. She abandoned her faith and her order and moved to France and became a courtesan for the court. She grew highly skilled at the arts of loving making and seduction. She had several children, all the girls suffered the same curse. Normal until any makeup touched their skin. For several hundred years this went on until the Revolution forced our family to flee to the US. Here, your great, great, great grandmother became a saloon girl in the old west seducing gamblers and miners and making quite a bit of money. Your grandmother though was able to fight this curse. She got religion during a revival and was able to stay away from makeup. She had me after she had settled down.”
Irma blinked and listened intently. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing but somehow she knew her mother wasn’t lying.
“I found out the hard way when I turned 18 and was dating your father. One night after graduation we were going out and I had a blemish. It was really embarrassing and I had a friend of mine cover it with rouge. It was like a light switch had been flipped. I stopped on the way to your father’s house and got a full set of makeup. I put it on and I turned into a full on slut. Even my clothes changed! He met up with me and even though he tried hard to resist men are simply putty in our hands when the curse is in full on effect. We fucked that night. We didn’t make love, or have intercourse. We FUCKED. I got knocked up and the next morning my mother found me passed out on the bed with a huge smile on my face some residual makeup. She pulled your father in and told us both the story. He was so sorry, and we concocted a story. We eloped, and got married that night. You were that child. Don’t even think I’m sorry you came along, ever. We both loved you and we would have gotten married anyway. Your grandmother secretly sent money to us while pretending she didn’t know where we had run off to and that enabled your father to go to college and seminary, and become a successful minister. You know I finished college on my own later and I have no regrets about what happened.”
Her mother looked sadly into her eyes. “Irma, your friend Amanda stopped by to drop off some clothes you left at her house last night and told me about your eye and that she had put on some makeup to cover it up. I knew, I just knew what had happened. But it’s ok. I had a friend call me saying your car was parked over by the Walgreen’s and I said you had run out of gas. I went over there and picked it up. No one knows what happened. Now you know now what the curse is, and how it will affect you. You can make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
Irma’s mother hugged her tight. “Tomorrow we will see about these photos I heard you screaming about. Hopefully the man used protection and we don’t have to worry about that. I know you and Chad have had sex before. You really should be more careful about leaving the back door open in the summer.”
Irma and her mother laughed and hugged again.
“Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow we will finish this little mess off, and get back to being normal.”
Irma nodded and laid down. Her mom picked up her cell phone and placed it on the night stand. She turned out the lights and walked out.
Neither Irma or her mother noticed that the phone had been on the entire time. Nor did they notice that it had been in a call the entire time or that the other side had hung up just after Irma laid down.
1 AM AT IRMA’S HOME
If anyone on the street had been awake they would have been surprised as a cherry red convertible pulled up to Irma’s house so late. A figure in a long trench coat carrying a large bag quietly moved up to the front door. After a bit of delay the door opened and the figure went inside.
Once the door shut, Aphrodite let out a breath and thought “Great thing about hick towns is the level of trust. Front door unlocked and alarm not set. Lucky me and Lucky Isis.”
The red head quietly went upstairs and looked around until she found the closed doors. She opened the one nearest the staircase figuring the Master was further away. She looked inside and noted with a grin that it was Isis’s, no Irma’s (What a dork name she thought) and that the curtains were just open enough to allow some light.
Aphrodite quietly slipped up to the bed and opened the bag. She pulled out a large makeup bag and carefully set it on the night stand. Fortunately for her, Irma was sleeping on her back with her face up. With a very evil grin, the red headed stripper went to work.
Quickly a nice slutty lipstick was applied, then lashes and mascara, rouge, and some glitter. Aphrodite noted with amazement that the more makeup she put on the more Isis seemed to change. Her lips puffed up, her skin seemed to gain a tan like Aphrodite remembered, her tits grew and body shape changed. As she added nail polish she was amazed that the gym shorts and t shirt Isis was wearing melted and reformed into a slinky black silk Teddy with an open crotch.
After the last nail was painted, Isis let out a gasp and her eyes opened up. She looked at Aphrodite and grinned. She opened her mouth to speak but Aphrodite put her finger to her lips. She nodded to the bathroom and they quietly moved into it and shut the door.
“Hey Isis, glad I got here in time. I have tickets for us tomorrow afternoon to Vegas. I need you with me or the deal is off. You can’t leave me hanging BFF, you in or not?”
Isis giggled and nodded. “You bet I am. It’s weird but I have flashes of memory from what my mom told me as Irma. Fuck! I’m totally down with being a hot slutty stripper for the rest of my life if THIS is how I look.”
Aphrodite grinned and gave her a big kiss which was returned with passion. “Here, I brought you some clothes and shoes, get changed and then come into the hall way. I’ve got one more thing to do.”
As Isis started to change Aphrodite slipped down to the Master Suite and opened the door. There lying on her side facing the door was Isis’s mom. With another evil grin Aphrodite slinked up and pulled out the makeup bag.
“Poor thing, you’d be sooooo lonely with yor daughter gone. I think it’s better if you come along with us. You’re young enough certainly.” Aphrodite said softly as she applied lipstick.
She worked quickly and grinned as the changes happened. Isis’s mom was 36 years old and was in pretty good shape. But the make up certainly improved her looks. Her hair grew longer down to about mid-back and poofed out. It got some curls to it and waves. It didn’t turn completely platinum blonde but a golden blonde. Her lips also pouted out and her figure slimed and grew. Her waist slimmed down while her ass puffed up nicely. Her tits also grew and rounded, she had been a 34 CC, but she was a 36DD just slightly smaller than Isis. Her pussy grew bare and her legs toned and her skin took on similar tan to what Isis had. As she finished the toenails the nightgown melted down into a small pink panty and no top. Aphrodite giggled at that and she looked over when she heard another giggle from the door.
Isis stood there smiling. “Oh, you naughty little bitch. You just turned my mommy into a stripper slut. You are so BAD!” And she slinked in and gave her a big kiss.
They broke the kiss as they heard a gasp from the bed. A smiling knockout of a slightly older woman was now reclining on her elbows. “Oh, my. My little slut daughter has a friend over and isn’t sharing. Mommy should spank you for that.”
“Sorry mom. This is Aphrodite, my BFF and stripping partner. Aphrodite this is…”
“Ishtar. That’s my stage name. And don’t call me mommy, mom, or mother ever again. Makes me feel old. And does THIS body look old?”
“Fuck no Ishtar. That body looks good enough to be a partner. We got a gig at The Ranch Gentlemen’s Club. But if you have half the talent your little bitch has, we can get you on no problems.” Aphrodite said.
“I was hoping you were going to say that. Let me get dressed and let’s blow this hick town.” Ishtar said with some passion.
“No problem, but here are your emergency kits. Makeup, every night before you go to bed you reapply. Got it?”
Both of the newly transformed sluts nodded with evil grins as they got ready to leave.
The three hot strippers headed out the door taking almost nothing but purses and the clothes they wore. Neither Ishtar or Isis felt any need for anything else, they were hot strippers now and this old loser life was nothing to them. They piled into Aphrodite’s car and headed back to the city. Even though it was late they headed to an after-hours club and danced. They had soon picked up some guys and headed back to Aphrodite’s place for nice fuck session. They fucked they guys they bought, they swapped with their partners and then even fucked each other. Aphrodite made sure to keep an eye on her new BFFs makeup and at noon when the guys stumbled out of the apartment she made sure they touched it up.
After getting cleaned up, the hotties went shopping and Aphrodite got them hooked up with some sexy stripper clothes, club wear, thigh high boots, heels, lingerie, and lots of makeup. They drove to the airport, and got on the plane. They had to sweet talk the airline to get them an extra ticket, but the geek at the counter was easy to fix. During the 4 hour flight they sat in first class, and found a couple horny guys who were willing to get them into the mile high club. They landed and got picked up.
It proved no problem to get Ishtar hired after she showed off her skills and that night they all did their first sets and couple acts. Each of them cleared over $3000 that night after the boss got his cut and they had a huge party afterwards. Their new boss introduced them to several magazine publishers and a couple of porno producers and they got some solid offers.
And that was their life from then on.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Chad downed his drink as he watched the woman dance in front of him. He was in Vegas with his best friend for his bachelor party and they had a set of VIP passes to a place called the Ranch. He was moping and had been since his girlfriend and her mother had vanished without a trace 6 months ago. No leads, no calls, no tips. It was as cold a case as could be.
“Hey handsome you look sad. Let me cheer you up.” A sexy voice said as a light tap touched his shoulder.
He turned around and saw one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen in his life standing there. He gaped and she laughed.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Here just sit back and enjoy. We are on the house for VIP passes. The name’s Isis by the way.”
Chad nodded as Isis went to work. She pushed drinks on him and his friends and they had a truly memorable time. Isis and her two BFFs Aphrodite and Ishtar did full service with dancing, stripping, blowing and fucking. Chad lost count of how many times he came, but he seemed to think he had gotten the lion’s share of attention from Isis.
The oddest thing though he discovered the next day was that he hadn’t paid anything for the service while everyone else had. He always wondered about that and never did understand why he thought of his vanished girlfriend when he thought of Isis.
As for Isis, Ishtar, and Aphrodite, they stripped happily ever after. And the curse carried on to the next generation.