"Time's up, you get both!" Kyle gloated over the phone, as Jennifer was about to make her choice.
She tried to protest, but the words died in her throat, the curse locked in place.
"For your transformation, your breasts will swell to double D, and your slutty pussy will become super sensitive. If you aren't a squirter already, you are now. Your new ass would give a Brazilian model a run for her money, if only you'd know what to do with it..." Jennifer was confused by his words. Why wouldn't she know what to with a transformation that sounded more like a blessing than a curse?
"You see, for your dare, you're going to forget everything. You will still retain your mental faculties, but you will forget everything that isn't your name, your family members and house, how to breathe, or how to use the toilet to take a shit. Even I'm not that sick. Everything else will be gone, you will feel as if you're a stranger in your own body. Every time you sleep you will reset. Nobody will think anything you do is out of the ordinary. Now go to sleep and forget this ever happened."
And Jennifer did, 18 years of memories and experiences draining away with her consciousness.