Jennifer shakily hung up the phone. Aubrey's pussy? Kyle couldn't be serious, could he? No, no, of course not, that's ridiculous. There was no way the curse was for real. This was probably just some prank Kyle was pulling. Something that she can laugh with her friends about later, maybe even get back at Kyle for saying, but nothing more than that. The curse wasn't real.
And that was the last thing Jennifer thought before she suddenly passed out, and her world went dark.
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When Jennifer woke up, she immediately realized two things. The first was that she was no longer in her room. The second was that the only clothing she had on was a pair of panties. She sat up groggily and looked around, trying to figure out where she was. It was definitely a bedroom, but not hers. In fact, she recognized it from a sleepover she had last month at...
"No fucking way," Jen muttered to herself as she realized she was in Aubrey's bedroom.
Before Jen could process this any further, the door opened and Aubrey walked into the room, dressed in her cheerleading uniform. Jennifer may have been the most attractive girl in school, but Aubrey wasn't too far behind her, with beautiful dark brown hair, C-cup breasts, and the legs and ass to make heads turn when she walked by. It was no surprise she had such an easy time attracting guys.
"Aubrey!" Jen yelled, covering her exposed breasts, "I can explain!"
Aubrey looked down at Jen in mild confusion, "Explain what? Why you're on the floor? Did you fall out of bed?"
"Fall out of..." Jen looked behind her and noticed the unmade queen-size pink bed behind her. She was almost certain that the bed was smaller than that last time she was here, "No, I didn't fall out of your bed! I'm in your room! In my panties!"
"-My- panties," Aubrey emphasized, making her way over to her desk to grab her backpack, "And relax. You slept through the alarm, so I put them on you while I was getting dressed."
"Wait, what?" Jen said as she stood up, "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't sleep here, I was in my room just a second ago!"
Aubrey turned back to face Jen and frowned, "You must have hit your head pretty hard if you think you ever had your own room. And why are you covering yourself like that?"
"Because I don't have a shirt," Jen said, "Or a bra! Aubrey, I don't know what's going on, but please, let me borrow some of your clothes until I can get home."
"Jen, you are home," Aubrey said, now sounding concerned, "And you don't need to wear any of that. You're my pussy, remember?"
Jen's stomach sank as she processed what Aubrey just said, "Your... I'm your... vagina?"
"If you want to sound clinical about it, yeah," she replied.
"No... I'm not your pussy," Jen said, "I'm Jen Smith. I'm your friend! Don't you remember?"
"I mean, yeah, I guess we're friends," Aubrey replied, "Well, as much as a person can be friends with one of their body parts, anyways. You don't have a last name though, that's a person thing."
"But I am a person!" Jen protested.
"Oh great, this again," Aubrey said with a sigh, "Listen Jen, you may walk around and talk and all of that stuff, but you aren't a person. You're just my pussy, and you don't have any more rights or property than any other pussy out there. Honestly, you're lucky I even named you at all. Do you know how many other pussies have the privilege of getting their own name? Because I sure as hell don't. Your only purpose in life is to pee, get fucked, and have my babies once I'm off the pill. "
"But... but that's impossible!" Jen said, "We're two separate people! How can I be your pussy?"
"Hey, I don't understand it a whole lot myself," Aubrey said, "But it isn't like I've got one between my legs. See?"
She lifted her skirt in Jen's direction, and Jen's jaw dropped. Where Aubrey's vagina should have been was just smooth skin, almost like a Barbie doll. This whole thing was getting weirder by the minute.
"So are you done whining?" Aubrey said, dropping her skirt back down, "Or am I going to have to finger you to get you to shut up?"
"What?!?" Jen yelled, backing away from Aubrey in shock, "What the fuck, Aubrey? I'm not going to let you do that to me!"
Aubrey sighed, then walked up to Jen and unceremoniously shoved her hand down the panties Jen was wearing and began teasing her clit. Jen tried pulling away from her, but Aubrey grabbed her shoulder and held her steady. For some reason Jen couldn't bring herself to try and fight Aubrey off any more than that, but even if she could Aubrey's grip felt much stronger than it usually did, making her doubt if she could even overpower her anymore.
"You see?" Aubrey panted, starting to get worked up herself, "You're -my- pussy. You're a part of me. You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do with you. Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes..." Jen said, finally conceding defeat.
"Good," Aubrey said, pulling her now wet hand out of the panties and wiping the juices on Jen's stomach, "Now come on. As much as I would like to finish getting myself off, if we wait too much longer we're going to miss the bus."
"Wait, I can't go to school like this!" Jen said, "Let me at least put a shirt on first! And where's my backpack?"
"Why?" Aubrey asked, "Is that why you're covering your tits? Seriously, what has gotten into you? Pussies don't wear shirts, or any clothing, really. The only reason I put panties on you at all is because I don't want to be exposing myself to everyone you walk by. And what do you even need a bag for? You don't have anything you need to take with you, and you can barely carry mine across a room. Now come on."
She grabbed Jen's arm and pulled it away from her breasts effortlessly to drag her towards the door. Jen was starting to get very worried about what the rest of the day had to offer her.