Climbing up from her's and Kyle's bed, Jen walked into the new closet. Turning on the lights revealed hundreds of outfits, almost all of which were female's clothes of varying type. Stripping out of her soaked black ensemble, Jen picked out a matching white tube top and microskirt. Pulling them on Jen felt the curse acting up again, and watched with delight as the outfit shifted to a white and gold band below her entirely bare breasts, and a golden belt supporting a transparent white cloth that only covered a two-inch strip between her legs, from the front and the back, for only three inches - covering absolutely nothing, and making her look even less naked than if she was naked altogether. Placing that outfit back onto a shelf, Jen re-dressed in another black outfit - only to have it transform into a black version of the white outfit she just made, with the addition of a black collar around her neck. On that collar was a golden tag, one with a picture of an incredibly pregnant woman on the front.
Feeling a strong attachment to the new collar, Jen stripped from her new outfit to don her original outfit - plus the collar - when she felt a strong heat in her womb. Instinctively, she knew that the next time she fucked Kyle, she would be quite gravid with young, quite quickly. Her warped mind desired this greatly, so she sashayed back out into the bedroom, intent on being knocked up for the first time of many.