Heads up, this is my very last Gyaru story. Nothing against it as a style, I just don't get it, and they come up with enough frequency in suggestions that I just end up dreading them. I hope I've done this last one justice, though.

By FoxFaceStories

Caleb recently purchased a beautiful and supposedly magical amulet necklace for his girlfriend. However, it surprisingly bonds to him instead of her. And unfortunately for Caleb, the amulet is cursed to turn anyone who wears it into a beautiful and busty Japanese woman. And worse, the curse will spread during a full moon . . . which it currently is.

Gyaru Curse

Caleb pulled the amulet he’d purchased from that amusing so-called ‘magic shop’ from his pocket.

“Okay Jasmine, you can open your eyes now.”

His ginger-haired girlfriend did, and she instantly gasped. “Oh my, it’s beautiful!”

“And it matches your eyes, too.”

“Is it a real emerald?”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning. “I got it from this magic shop. They called it the Gyaru Amulet. Would you like me to put it on?”

“Please do! And then you can give me a kiss!”

Caleb tried to tie it around her neck, but found himself struggling. “Hang on, it’s a bit like a tie. It’s got a funny lock around the necklace. Lemme just do it on my own neck to see how it goes.

He placed it around his own neck, fidgeted for a moment, and suddenly it clicked into place. “Okay, I’ve got it. I’ll just undo it now and . . . hang on. Give me a moment . . . okay, this is pretty difficult. Sorry Jas, can you help me out here?”

She giggled. “Maybe you’ll be stuck with it! Turn around. I want to look as good as you do with it on.”

They struggled for more than a minute, but neither of them could get it off. It was increasingly a big frustration, because the plan for Caleb was to take his girlfriend out to her favourite restaurant, but he didn’t want to wear an amulet necklace outside of their apartment.

“Try the latches!”

“I’ve tried them!” she said. “Did this come in a box?”

“Yeah, it’s on the shelf over there.”

Jasmine moved to get it while Caleb continued to try and remove the necklace. After a minute or so he looked at her. “What is it?” “It says the amulet is cursed.” “What?”

“Right here! Didn’t you look at the item description?”

“I - I just thought it looked pretty. I mean, it was described as magical, but that’s just advertising. Magic isn’t real. Why, what does it say?”

Jasmine furrowed her brow. “It says . . . ‘Behold the Gyaru Amulet. Once worn, it shall bond to its wearer, and under the light of the moon transform him or her into a beautiful and busty Japanese Gyaru woman.”

“What’s a Gyaru woman?”

“It’s a type of Japanese fashion. Very colourful, dyed hair, lots of makeup. Sort of a rejection of plainness.”

“Okay, well, that’s not happening.”

“It also says . . . the amulet wearer will be stuck in this form for life, and can spread its effects when making love to another person under the full moon as well. Enjoy!”

Caleb chuckled. “Well, I’m still a six-foot tall blonde guy, so I doubt magic is real. It’s just a finger-trap scenario, but as a necklace.”

“Well, you’re not under the light of the full moon, sweetie,” Jasmine joked.

Her boyfriend smirked, taking in the humour of this otherwise frustrating moment, and stepped over to the curtains. “Behold!” he said dramatically. “The full moon!”

He flung the curtains apart, and sure enough, the man was bathed in the light of the full moon. Jasmine laughed at her boyfriend’s ridiculousness, but then she suddenly gasped.

“Caleb! Your hair!”

“What? Oh shit!”

He grabbed it as it grew out, losing its blondness and turning black only to then again shift and gain a series of artificial curls as a strong pink dye was added to it. The man shrieked and closed the curtains, but it was too late; his skin was already darkening across his whole body, turning to a lovely olive complexion. He squeaked in response to his arms thinning, and the same was true of his legs and his waist.

“Jas! The magic is real, Jas! I’m ch-changing!”

“Quick, get the amulet off!”

He tried tugging it off, but his body continued to change. The man groaned, voice going higher, as his entire stature shrunk along with his shoulders. His face softened, and his stubble shrank back into his face even as his lips began to puff out.

“My eyes!” he exclaimed, covering them for a moment, and when he lowered his hands, Jasmine gasped.

“You - you’re Asian, honey!”

Caleb marched across the room to look at his reflection in the mirror, only to stumble halfway as his chest slowly pushed out. “No! No! Magic isn’t r-real! I’m not growing t-tits!”

But grew they did, larger and larger until he had a pair of respectable C-cups. They were lifted up by a frilly pink bra that manifested from nowhere to support his new boobs, and soon his entire costume was changing. As his hips spread a little wider and his tush rounded out more softly, he found himself wearing a bright pink fluffy dress with bows at the front, but a dip at the top that showed off some generous cleavage. Jasmine screamed.

“Caleb! You’re becoming a woman! We need to get the amulet off now!”

“Hai! I know!” he whined, voice becoming accented and very feminine. “Help me, Jasmine-san! Oh no, I even sound nihongo now!”

Caleb’s height was lifted up by a pair of platform heeled boots, white in colour, and a bow appeared in his hair, likewise white and sticking out prominently. Fluffy pink bracelets appeared around his wrists, and the changing man moaned and whined as makeup adorned his face. It was practically caked on; dark eyeshadow with pink highlights, thick mascara and an even thicker coating of red lipstick, as well as some blush added to his cheeks.

“Jas! I don’t know what to do! Tasukete! Help me!”

But Jasmine was frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do. In moments, her boyfriend’s transformation was finalising. The new busty gyaru woman whimpered and clutched her crotch as her balls and testicles slipped inside of her, and then the change was done.

“Ohhhhh . . . I’m - I’m a woman. Mhmmm . . . Jas, I’m a gyaru now.”

Jasmine worked her mouth open and closed for several seconds, until finally her brain caught up. “Don’t worry, Caleb-”

“Watashi no nameawa Chihiro-san!”

“Wh-what?”

“I mean, my name is Chihiro! I - I’m Chihiro now. I’m a beautiful gyaru and I just love fashion!”

Jasmine took a step back, horrified. “Caleb, snap out of it!”

“I - I can’t! I can’t until - Oh God, until I have someone to m-make love to! Jasmine, please, I need you to make love to me! You're so utsukushī. You’re so beautiful.”

She slowly advanced towards Jasmine, and the woman felt something strange. An attraction. An almost magical connection. She had never considered herself bisexual, but looking at her boyfriend, who was now an outrageously styled Japanese woman with lovely breasts and a gorgeous figure, she found her pussy becoming moist.

“I can help you if we make love?” she said.

“You must!” replied the new woman. “It’s the only w-way I can get my m-mind back! Chihiro needs to have sex with you, Jas! You’re so kawaii, so cute the way you look. And so am I! Just have sex with me. Enjoy my new body, and I can think like Caleb again. It’s the full moon, it makes me need it!”

“Like a w-werewoman, of sorts?”

“Hai! Come, be with me! It’ll be alright! I bet I’m a lot of fun like this!”

The magical intoxication grew. Jasmine knew this situation was all wrong. Until just now, she too had never believed in magic, though she liked to think there were things that could not be understood in the world. Now, she was confronted with the sight of her boyfriend, who had transformed into a brightly coloured Japanese woman with splendid curves and heavy makeup. The race-changed figure stepped closer and closer, her expression shifting to a cheeky smile. She recognised that as a distinctly Caleb expression, only it was now on this woman’s beautiful Japanese features.

“It’s okay, Jas! It will be okay, Jasmine-chan. I want you. It’s still me, but a more colourful me! A kawaii me! A colourful me! And I know you want me. Come closer, and I can show you how much you want me. It will be subarashī!”

Jasmine gulped. She was mesmerised, and slowly the redhead closed the distance between them. Even as she did so, Chihiro stepped backwards. It made Jasmine move faster, desperate to make love, the hypnotic effect of the curse now fully in effect.

“I will, Chihiro!” she declared. “I’ll make love to you! I’ll make everything normal, I promise!”

“Hai, I know you will!” Chihiro giggled. She threw aside the curtain, allowing the moonlight to spill across their forms as they connected and began to make love. Their lips locked, and soon their hands were roaming over one another. Chihiro gasped in pleasure, still shocked at what she had become but compelled by a magical instinct to seduce her girlfriend. She needed to be pleasured. She needed to spread the magic of the strange joy this amulet had given her. Jasmine, in turn, needed to help Chihiro in any way she could, and if that meant making love, then so much the better!

The two whimpered and moaned as their fingers found purchase in one another’s womanhood, Jasmine pressed up against the window as their lovemaking ramped up. The ginger-haired woman gasped softly.

“This f-feels so perfect!”

She barely noticed that her hair was turning black with a blonde dye job, or that her eyes were turning almond shaped, or even that her dress was becoming far more outrageous, with all sorts of bows and ties and lacework. It did not matter. She had Chihiro, and Chihiro had her. The full moon spread its magic, and beneath its light two busty gyaru women had the most wonderful lesbian sex they could ever imagine.

At least until the next moon . . . when they could be joined by a third member.

The End