Morgan’s Curse, Ch. 1 of 4
Part 1a: The Sorceress and the Hound “I’m so tired of this immortal bitch schtick,” I said to the vixen in the mirror. Most women would kill to have the body I saw in the mirror. The one I was occupying at the time was around 25 years old, curvy in all the right places, and just starting to bulge a little in the midriff. Due to my curse, my body is always either pregnant or male. I can barely use magic in male bodies, so I’m just about always pregnant instead. I did get tired of not seeing the same face in the mirror for long, though. I reached down and caressed my belly, thinking for a moment of the life growing within me. I wouldn’t stay in this body long enough to reach …