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The Gypsy's Curse

Scenario:The woman holding on hands of the newborn, and it too looked as the girl. - And my friend became whom? - I have thought, in a panic looking back around. I have recollected, how it sat near to me. And here now it too became the girl! Me have put on пеленальный a table, have removed wet pampers and have left naked. I could not believe, that occurred. I have had time to descend in a toilet in a small way, and now me confused, that I from it опачкался. - You that, уписялась?! - the woman who cared of me has told. I have felt, as I redden with shame. - Uaaa-Uaaaa... - crying broke from me. Questions crowded in a head, but the answer was not. Everything, that disturbed me, this desire to return by the life, to the wife. New mum has started me to calm, шепчя something gentle and tender. It it is joyful потыкала to me a nose in a pink baby's dummy while warmth and any strange magic force have covered me. I was not in forces to resist: I would like to sleep simply. By the morning us have laid in bright carriages and have taken out on walk. I felt helpless as if has got to a trap from which there is no exit. Nostalgia on a former life has covered me as a wave, and I have again begun to cry, having realised, that between feet became wet. My friend who already too has taken the form of the girl, it is unexpected прокрывился - he has only confirmed my fears. Both of us have returned to the children's world of which, appear, have dropped out for ever. We laid naked, loud groans jerked handles and legs, again and again letting out from themselves. I have realised, that I can not so more: I needed to return the life back. But instead round me only laughter and noise - the new lives, new cares of babies. How we have appeared in this strange world of the gipsy? As a sign of a damnation or easier accident, but one was clear: we cannot return any more.
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The woman holding on hands of the newborn, and it too looked as the girl. - And my friend became whom? - I have thought, in a panic looking back around. I have recollected, how it sat near to me. And here now it too became the girl! Me have put on пеленальный a table, have removed wet pampers and have left naked. I could not believe, that occurred. I have had time to descend in a toilet in a small way, and now me confused, that I from it опачкался. - You that, уписялась?! - the woman who cared of me has told. I have felt, as I redden with shame. - Uaaa-Uaaaa... - crying broke from me. Questions crowded in a head, but the answer was not. Everything, that disturbed me, this desire to return by the life, to the wife. New mum has started me to calm, шепчя something gentle and tender. It it is joyful потыкала to me a nose in a pink baby's dummy while warmth and any strange magic force have covered me. I was not in forces to resist: I would like to sleep simply. By the morning us have laid in bright carriages and have taken out on walk. I felt helpless as if has got to a trap from which there is no exit. Nostalgia on a former life has covered me as a wave, and I have again begun to cry, having realised, that between feet became wet. My friend who already too has taken the form of the girl, it is unexpected прокрывился - he has only confirmed my fears. Both of us have returned to the children's world of which, appear, have dropped out for ever. We laid naked, loud groans jerked handles and legs, again and again letting out from themselves. I have realised, that I can not so more: I needed to return the life back. But instead round me only laughter and noise - the new lives, new cares of babies. How we have appeared in this strange world of the gipsy? As a sign of a damnation or easier accident, but one was clear: we cannot return any more.
The woman was holding the hands of the newborn, and it appeared to be a girl as well.
"And my friend, who did he become?" I wondered.
I remembered how he had sat beside me, and now he, too, had changed into a girl!
I turned my head; I was placed on a changing table.
A wet diaper was removed, leaving me exposed.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I’d barely managed a quick trip to the toilet, and now I was confused about soiling myself.
"What, have you messed yourself?!" the woman tending to me exclaimed.
I felt myself blush with shame.
"Uaaa-uaaa..." a cry escaped me.
Questions swarmed in my mind.
What happened to us?
How did we end up here?
Where were our wives?
But no answers came.
All I could think of was my dear wife, Sarah, and my life back home.
How I missed her and our life together already!
How I longed to hold her in my arms once more!
"You poor thing," the woman cooed.
She picked up a pink onesie and put it on me.
As she snapped the snaps, she smiled at me.
"Well, let’s get you fixed up."
She giggled; then her face disappeared from beneath me.
She emerged on the other side with a pink hat and a pink sock in her hand.
The Gypsy's Curse
She put the hat on my head and then put the sock on my foot.
She lifted me into her arms and approached a large mirror.
"Look at yourself, you’re simply a little doll," she exclaimed with a joyful tone.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
Where I once saw a man, now I saw a baby girl.
I felt confused and lost.
My small fists clenched as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.
"Do you remember anything before this?" the woman asked softly, her eyes searching mine.
"No," I managed to gurgle, surprised by the clarity of my own voice despite the infantile form.
She sighed, a shadow crossing her face, "Then it's true—you're not the first, and you won't be the last."
The Gypsy's Curse