Jen ran home as fast as her legs would carry her. With every step, she felt the uncomfortable wetness between her legs. To make matters worse, she knew that half the school had seen her ridiculous outfit. She slammed the front door behind her and ran up to her room. Nobody was home, thank goodness, but Jen wasn't going to take that chance.
Finally, in the comfort of her own room, Jen sighed and tried to relax. She glanced up and saw herself in her full-length mirror. The sparkly leggings had become slightly transparent from her wetting, and she could see the hello kitty underwear beneath them. Jen could also see the way that the curse had changed her body, with a cute layer of fat making her appear slightly chubby. Seeing herself in these childish clothes made her realize the enormity of the situation, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Gone were the days of the sexy and lithe cheerleader Jen: now she was a pudgy teenager pissing into diapers. She collapsed as she began to sob, but in doing so, squished her legs together, feeling the cold piss around her crotch. She wiped her eyes and laid down on her bed (after throwing an old beach towel down so she wouldn't get piss on it). She sighed and thought. How the hell was she going to live like this? Kyle said he wouldn't change her anymore, and she didn't want to risk any more penalties. As long as she couldn't change herself, she had to rely on someone else. She thought about telling her parents, but no: she couldn't bear that kind of embarassment. Then she thought of Suzy, her best friend. She cringed at the thought of Suzy changing her diapers every day, but needed something.
She pulled out her phone and sent Suzy a text, telling her it was an emergency. Not fifteen minutes later, Suzy rang the doorbell. Jen threw on a robe to cover herself and sighed. She could do this. She would just explain what happened. Suzy would help her.
She opened the door. Suzy immediately pushed her way in.
"Jen, what's wrong? I heard you ran out of school. What's the emergency?"
Jen smiled for the first time. Evetything was gonna be ok. She opened her mouth.
"Suzy, you hafta hewp me! I gots Cursed!"
Jen slapped a hand over her mouth and gasped. She had forgotten the other part of the curse. She felt like crying again as she realized she was now babbling like a toddler. Would this keeep happening? Would it get worse and worse until Jen was just a drooling baby?
Jen took Suzy into her room and explained everything she could.
"So you're stuck like that until someone changes you?
Jen nodded sadly.
"Yup. I cant do it mysewf."
Suzy cringed at the thought of changing Jen's diaper.
"Jen, I--"
"PWEASE, Suzy" Jen begged. "I dont wanna get a peh... peh... i don't wanna bad thing ta happen!"
Suzy sighed.
"Alright, alright. Christ. Fine. I'll do it. Lie down. and take off the leggings first."
Jen did as she was told. She lied down, with nothing on except the t-shirt she was wearing from before and her piss-soaked underwear. Suzy carefully reached down and tugged at the underwear, being sure to only touch it with the tips of her fingers. Jen shuttered as she felt them slide down her legs. But relief washed over her.
"Thanks, Suzy. I owe you one."
Suzy tossed the wet panties away and gagged.
"I'll say."
Jen thanked Suzy about seven more times, and the two of them made a plan: Suzy would help change Jen a few times a day, where they could plan it. Jen took a showwer, put on a fresh set of clothes, and continued with her day. She could totally do this! Stupid Kyle wasn't going to get the better of her! Her parents and little brother came home and they all ate dinner together. It wasn't until after dinner that a cold, scary reality dawned on Jen: she had to take a shit.