You grabbed a light but sturdy end table and began bashing it against the windows. No matter how hard you hit it, it wouldn't break.
"I thought this place was decades old, what gives?" you ask yourself.
The pink mist seemed to giggle to itself as it watched you beat on the windows without even making so much as a crack in it.
You tired out after around twenty minutes and flopped down on the couch.
"I just don't get it, what the fuck is going on?" you ask yourself.
The pink mist seeped into the folding couch and made it swallow you up and shake around.
"Ahhh! WHAT THE HECK? HEEELLLLLP!" You call out as your voice pitches up thanks to the mist's cursing essence.
Your change went through all the motions: your waist bowing in as your his flared out, any body hair or unsightly spots on your skin instantly fading away, DD breasts erupting out of your chest, your ass inflating to twin volleyball size, your hair growing long, lips plumping up, face turning pretty, mind turning to complete mush.
The mist watched the new bimbo you giggle as you moan while you groped your "totally oh em gee hawt boobies". You turned out gorgeous, but the curse felt like your turn was incomplete, like it needed something.
"Hey (Your Name), any luck with the windows?" one of your friends calls out.
'Of course. I'll mold this lass into the greatest desire for one of these young guys. And here he comes right now.' the mist said as it wreathed bimbo you in sparkily pink fog.
"Oooooh, shiny." you ditzly coo as the mist turns you into...