"Time's up!" Kyle gleefully proclaimed out over the phone. Jennifer's heart sank. "So now you get both! And I've got some very interesting ideas in mind for you. It's a pity you won't remember the details, though I guess you'll live them soon enough." Jennifer started to object, and found herself unable to speak. "For your Transformation, every day you will gradually turn into the bimbo slut that you deserve to be. However, the changes will be so gradual that you won't even notice. To everyone around you, your behavior and changes will be normal. You yourself will not even realize that you have changed."
He continued on, "Furthermore, the only way to reset your slutty transformation will be to have sex a total of five times with different partners throughout the day. Multiple partners in one session will only count as two. For every time you have sex, your transformation will advance, though you will only be able to have sex with a male once an hour, female contact will not be limited. In spite of this, you will still attempt to function as a normal person would daily."
Jennifer's mind raced, as a million insults tried to work their way to her lips in vain. She would scoff and mock his nerdy beliefs if she wasn't already afflicted by the very thing she wanted to mock.
"Oh, and because I'm kind, you will not be able to get pregnant for the one week duration of the curse, or catch any STDs."
"Now, for your dare. You will forget this conversation happened and go about your usual day. If you somehow manage to remember that you were cursed and attempt to wiggle out of your punishment by talking or breaking the rules, the transformation will change in ways even I can't predict. After the week of punishment is finished, you will return to your original self. You will remember why you were cursed, but will not remember who cursed you. Class Dismissed."
Jennifer pulled her phone off the charger and quickly scooped it into her jeans' pocket. For some reason, it had taken longer than usual for her to get ready this morning. Still, she tidied up her morning mess, tossing her C cup bra into the laundry on her way out the door to catch the bus.
As she stepped up into the bus, her D-cup boobs jiggled with each successive step. She chuckled to herself. Who didn't like jiggly boobs? Nobody she wanted to hang around!