"Transform." Jennifer blurted out, waiting for Kyle to start laughing, confirming that this was indeed a joke and nothing more. A chuckle, a snicker, something...
"Transform, eh?" Kyle said. "Alrighty, here goes."
She willed herself to hang up the phone, but her hand held it to her ear, defying her command. Jennifer suddenly became angered at this loser who was wasting her time. "Hurry up, you freak."
"Jennifer Smith, we will see who is the freak and who isn't soon enough." Kyle began. "For your transform, you will receive an abundance of luck."
"Yeah, okay," Jennifer rolled her eyes, landing them on her missing sock, which was poking out from underneath her bed. She walked over and picked it up.
"Just wait," Kyle said. "Your luck will forever change. First, you will have god luck, then bad luck, then good luck, then bad luck, and so on."
"You know this curse is bullshit, right?" she laughed.
"Maybe, but I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." Kyle laughed. "Additionally, you will have an aura surrounding you that makes people momentarily forget if anything is wrong with your appearance, unless attention is constantly brought to it. Now, have fun."
Kyle hung up the phone.
Jennifer angrily threw her phone onto her bed and put her other sock on. She wandered out of her bedroom to the laundry where the clean baskets of her clothes were. All of her panties had been washed and dried overnight.
"Jenny, here's your cheerleading top." Her mother said, handing it to her. She pulled it over her head as she continued on to the laundry. She entered and picked up a handful of panties from one of the baskets.
"OH MY GOD." She screamed. "What the hell happened?"
Jennifer held several pairs of underwear that seemed as though they were a childs size.
"What's wrong?" Jenny's mother asked, rushing in to the laundry.
"My underwear, it's all ruined." Jenny whined, almost in tears.
"Oh, my." Jenny's mum said. "And you have no other underwear?"
"No, they were all in the wash, except for the pair i slept in, but i cant wear them."
"Let's go, let's go, let's go." Jenny's father yelled out from the kitchen. "Jenny, grab your things and get in the car, I'm running late as it is."
"Mum, i can't go to school-"
"Nonsense," her mother replied. "You're already dressed for school, now grab your shoes and bag and don't make your father any later. I'm about to leave for work myself. Have fun at school, love you."
And Jenny's mother disappeared from sight. Jennifer just stood there in stunned silence. She tried to process how her mother knew she had no underwear and was telling her to go to school anyway. She took one slow step after the other, creeping back out into the kitchen.
"Jennifer Smith," her father yelled. "In the car now, i grabbed your bag on the way out. Let's go, now."
Jennifer suddenly remembered she always kept a fresh pair of panties in her gym locker at school for emergencies. She would have to go to school without wearing any, and wear those ones for the day. Jenny grabbed her shoes and hurried into the car with her father. She put her shoes on, then sat fairly still the rest of the way, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together. She didn't dare part them until after she was out of the car at school and started walking to the entrance.
She hurried to the locker room in the gym, when...