Cursed Object: Tube Of Lipstick

My name is Zoey, well it is now. It actually used to be Zack, but that was back before I came into contact with a cursed object. Though most consider coming into contact with one bad, and they are called cursed objects, the one that cursed me was the best thing to ever happen to me.

I came into contact with it only a year ago, but my story starts long before that, back when I was a kid. Despite being born a male, and told since my birth that I was supposed to like masculine things like trucks and getting dirty in the mud, I didn’t at all.

Instead, I liked playing with dolls, house, and dressing up with my older sisters. I would wear anything they’d give me, dresses, skirts, even my older sister's training bras, and not once was I embarrassed, or ashamed of it, and it always felt right.

I was young, and back then information about gender identity was nearly non-existent, so no one really understood why I was like that, but as I grew I learned more about who I was, and the world started to learn more about us, though it has been a rough journey.

Like many of my fellow trans people, I was forced to go through a male puberty which left me with a body I hated. Flat in the places I wished weren't, hair everywhere, I was tall, and overall I looked like an average man.

I did change a bit after I started to transition, but there were still things I wished I could change, but overall I was the happiest with my body that I had ever been, and life felt really good for a while. Then the world was introduced to cursed objects a little over two years ago.

News broke of items that once touched and sometimes just in the presence of, changed the person. It was usually physical, but sometimes there were some mental changes as well, really it depended on the object and the person or event that led to its creation.

People all around were found to have transformed into random things, from objects to animals, but one of the most common changes was turning into a female. Now as you can imagine, I and every other male-to-female trans person saw this news and knew we had to find one of these objects.

So our journeys began, and almost as soon as they started, the Cursed Object Department came out and banned cursed objects deeming them dangerous, and then started to collect them whenever they were discovered.

So if I was going to get one and change, I had to find either a new one or a very hidden one. So I began to dig into cursed objects, and I even took several courses at the C.o.D. office to learn more about them, of course, those classes were on how to avoid them, but I plan to do the opposite.

I learned that one of the most common ways for an item to be created is when someone dies. A sentimental item can become cursed by their spirit, and thus turn the person who touches or uses it next into them, in some weird way for them to continue on living through that person.

A bit morbid, but it was as good of a lead as any. So I started looking around, searching the internet for anyone recently deceased and then looking and seeing if their possessions were being sold, again I really didn’t like doing this, but it was one of my only options.

Eventually, I came across a yard sale. It was being held by a nice older couple. Strangely, all the stuff they were selling didn’t seem like their stuff, but that of a young girl around my age, so I asked about it.

They told me about their daughter who passed away from illness a couple of months ago. They were finally trying to move on, so they were selling her stuff in order to find her stuff, new loving homes, and then using the money to liven up her grave and get her a nicer headstone.

I was sorry to hear about their loss, and for a while, I forgot about my mission and talked to them about their daughter. We actually seemed to have a lot in common, and had we gotten the chance to meet, I’m sure we would have been friends.

After a bit of talking, I think the couple seemed to like me, as they told me they weren't sure why, but they had something they wanted to give me. The man ran into the garage and came back out holding a small makeup box.

The woman told me it was her daughter, and that she loved to use it. She then opened it and pulled out a tube of lipstick, but not any ordinary one. It was a super fancy one that could be reloaded, and it was made from gold.

She explained it was a gift that was passed down in her family. Her daughter got it from her, and she got it from her mother, and so on, but now with their daughter gone, they had no one to pass it to, and for some reason, to them, it felt like I was supposed to have it.

Just looking at it I knew. It was cursed, this was my chance, but still, it was something so precious. I just couldn’t take it. They insisted though, and packed it in a bag and made sure I left with it. So I ended up going home with it.

I brought it to my room and looked at it for a moment. I then opened the makeup box and pulled out the lipstick. I then stared at it for a moment. One of two things was going to happen, one being nothing, which would leave me very disappointed.

Or two, it was cursed and I’d soon be without a doubt in anyone’s mind a woman. I’d finally have the body I’ve always wanted. I twist the bottom of the lipstick and watch the bright red lipstick come up and out of the gold casing.

I then looked at myself in the mirror as I pressed the lipstick against my lips and spread it around. Once it covered enough of my lips I closed up the tube and pucker my lips to spread it a bit better. I then stare at myself in the mirror.

After a long agonizing minute, I was about to call it a dud, but then my body started to change. I shark down by three inches, got a bit thinner overall, but much thinner in my waist area. My Adam's apple vanished, and my voice got higher.

I felt my butt and chest get larger, which caused me to have to buy all new undergarments in the next size up. Then finally my unwanted male body part shrank away and opened up, and with it, felt my internal organs shift around and change.

I was in shock, it really happened! I was the girl I always imagined myself as. I was super cute, and everything about myself felt perfect. I kissed the tube of lipstick and thanked it and its former owner for the gift they had given me.

As I put the lipstick back in the box, I noticed a picture with a name on it inside. I took it out and looked it over. I looked a lot like the girl in the photo with only a few differences between us. So I guess the curse turned me into her.

I looked at the name, and It was Zoey. I don’t know if it was me, or the curse, but I really liked it, and so to honor Zoey and what she did for me. I took her name as my own and viewed her as living a good life for both of us.

That brings me to today, this place, and with these flowers. I come to her grave every couple of months to clean it up, leave flowers, and let her know from time to time how grateful I am. I don’t know if she’s watching me, or a part of me living life through me, but no matter where she is, I truly hope she’s at peace.