Cursed Object: Cursed Collection

My name is Orion Clay and I’m an agent with C.o.D, that being the cursed object department. My job specifically includes hunting down black market cursed object dealers and recovering cursed objects from them, as well as maintaining the cursed vault in my region.

I’ve taken down several top-level black market dealers, but one always seems to be one step ahead of me, and that’s a man by the codename Shadow Dealer. Now there may be one teeny tiny minor issue with Shadow Dealer.

That issue is… that I am a Shadow Dealer… That’s right, I’m a top-level black market dealer and I also work for the cursed object department as the one trying to hunt me down. It’s a pretty wacky situation I know.

It all started about ten years ago when objects around the world seemingly started to be imbued with what some at the cursed object department call cursed energy. That allowed them to take on certain properties and curse those who touched them.

Back then I was actually just your avenger arms dealer, selling weapons to warring parties and hooligans in the city streets. Then I watched amazed as my right-hand man Diego opened a crate of gem-encrusted items that a buyer used to pay us with.

He picked up a mirror and looked at it, and it was truly a beautiful mirror, but in the end, the most beautiful thing ended up being Diego. I watched as he shrank down to five-foot-one, got thinner, grew long black hair, and then finally a pair of breasts grew on his chest.

Diego had turned into a woman, and in doing so opened up a great new business opportunity for us. That mirror I ended up selling for ten million dollars. I ended up giving Diego two of those million dollars just so she’d keep quiet about this.

Then I gave up arms dealing and pursued this new resource, and before I knew It I had hundreds of cursed objects, and I was using small villages in war-torn countries to test them to find out their effect, so I could sell them for even more money.

Around three years in, the news was everywhere about cursed objects and what they could do, and the cursed object department became a public government body instead of a secret one that had been working in the shadows for years.

That’s when they started trying to hunt me down, the notorious Shadow Dealer who had sold a ton of these cursed objects, to them I was dangerous and a threat, and they had to get rid of me, and they nearly did a couple of times.

It was about five years ago when they got the closest to catching me. One of my men had snitched on me to them, and they ambushed me. Luckily I had an emergency plan, a bag of powder that turned anyone who breathed it in, into mice.

I donned a gas mask and poured it into the air filtration unit. Before long, all my enemies were scurrying away to their new lives as small rodents. I made my grand escape and began to come up with a plan to make sure I’d never be caught.

Well as it turned out, I got rid of the whole C.o.D team in my area, and they were looking for a new person to run and rebuild the branch. I was going to plant one of my men in the job, but not knowing who the mole was, I couldn't take that chance.

I also couldn't go as myself, as I knew they had pictures of my face in their systems, so I had only one choice. I had to use a cursed object and transform myself. I picked out a few items and brought them to my room to get ready to use them.

Using them I would completely change my image, so they’d never recognize me. I started with a black wig, which when removed would cause my actual hair to grow out and turn black to match the wig, though it would be like that permanently, even if I cut it, it’ll just grow back.

Next up was a pair of glasses, we found they made the user's face more feminine, as well as turned their eyes red, so a new face and eye color, which would be a big help. Then came the underwear. I chose a larger pair of panties and a massive DD-cup bra.

Those turned me into a woman and gave me a very sexy body. I didn’t exactly want such large breasts, but my thinking was that they’d never think I'd be willing to make myself into such a sexy woman, which made them much more likely to trust me.

Once I inspected myself and made sure I had all my desired changes, I got to work creating a fake life. I got a new identity along with a long extensive history to go with it, that being medical, schooling, family everything, all forged of course, but they wouldn’t be able to tell.

Once that was done, I got my new identity, a house, and a cheap car. After that, all that was left was to get the job. It took a bit of work convincing the woman in the red jacket I was the best fit, but after two months, and my extensive knowledge of cursed objects I got the job.

Then I played it cool for a year, only selling items every once and a while as Shadow Dealer, with the rest of my time being used to catch my competitors. Once eyes were off of me because of how good of a job I’d done, I got back to full operations.

From that day forward, anytime I’d collect cursed objects, I’d take them to my vault, and pretend to destroy them. Then I’d steal them from the vault and sell them off sometime later as Shadow Dealer, and I made a ton of money.

I had billions hidden away, I have piles of every gem known to man, and I have cars, planes, and even my own zoo on my own island. Honestly, I had so much that I had no real reason to keep doing it, but I liked being on top.

I really thought I had set up the perfect system, but like all great things, it eventually came to an end. One of the cursed objects I had said I destroyed ended up in the hands of the woman in the red jacket and she became suspicious of me.

So she set a trap for me. She had arrived at my office and handed me a box with a cursed item inside it, she told me what it did, and tasked me with destroying it. She then left without saying much more. So not thinking anything was up, I did what I normally would, and stole it to sell.

As I opened the box to sell what was inside I triggered the trap. A pair of cuffs had shot out of the box and wrapped around my wrists. Once it clipped in place, I felt it altering my mind slightly, but I couldn't fight them, or remove them.

Then moments later the woman in the red jacket and her team stormed the warehouse I was in and arrested us all. I later found out that she had a microchip in the box, and tracked me all the way to where I operated.

Hundreds of my cursed objects were seized and eventually destroyed properly. I was taken to my former office and questioned by the woman in the red jacket, and thanks to the choker I wasn’t able to lie to her.

It had actually changed me a lot mentally. I found not only could I no longer lie, but I couldn't be aggressive or angry like I used to be. I also found myself wanting to help people and be kind, I wasn’t the least bit greedy anymore, and I now found myself extremely submissive.

The worst of it though was that it made my mind align more with my current body. So not only did I find myself acting and thinking like a woman, I started liking things women typically like. Makeup, clothes, doing my hair and nails, and men….

It was all so strange. I mean I had pretended to be a different person for so long, but now it felt like I really was, but at the same time, it was still me inside. It was more than a bit confusing, to say the least.

I lost my job with the department and was set to go to jail, but because the woman in the red coat had trapped me with these cuffs, she assured the courts I was no threat and would be better off serving the people instead of being locked away in jail.

So I once again work here at the cursed object department, but instead of working with cursed objects, I work with those who’ve been changed, help them adjust to their changes, and help fill out the paperwork needed.

I also lend the tracking team help from time to time, since in my time as a cursed object dealer and running this place, I learned a lot about them and can offer a lot of knowledge and insight. So overall, I guess I got off easy for everything I did, and it was a bit fun while it lasted.

Now though, I have a new life, a new me, and I help people like you. Now that I’ve told you my story, how about you tell me yours, then I’ll fill out this paperwork and get you all the resources you may need.