Jen finally worked up the courage to go to the girl’s restroom and look herself over. Her short sleeves gave her a good view of her inch long blonde arm hair. Rolling up her pant legs Jenn found her legs were much the same. Looking in the mirror her blond hair had extended down the sides of her face becoming a fine blonde fuzz on her cheeks and chin.
Jennifer had always been a little jealous of the cheerleaders who were Italian, Greek, or Spanish and never had to worry about tanning. She wished she had a body like that.
Jenn felt a heat come over her body, as if she had been laying in a tanning booth. Her pale skin began to darken ever so slightly. First a little flushed then becoming a faint tan like when she worked up a base tan. Her hair grew longer changing to a light brown. Her breasts tingled as they began to expand going from A cups to B cups in under a minute. Her skin darkened still until it looked olive toned. Jen held a strand of hair in her hand. It began to curl and it changed further to a deep brown color then stopping at a raven black color. In her haste to use the Curse to her advantage Jen hadn’t realized that the curse might not differentiate between having skin like a Mediterranean woman and actually being a Mediterranean woman. Jennifer looked past her still growing C cups at her arms, the hair there had become dark just like the hair on her head. When her hair turned dark so had her body hair. All of it.
Her transformation stopped and Jennifer assessed her situation.
This is certainly a mixed blessing. She thought looking down at her nearly D cup cleavage.
As class continued Jen noticed that she was answering more questions correctly as if she were naturally bilingual. Maybe this isn’t all bad, she thought.