Panic finally set in. As she started chewing on the paper, Jane's mind was her own again. She was a cheerleader purely for the happiness it gave her to motivate others. She was considered sexy because she simply liked certain clothes. The label of attention seeker had always been thrust upon her, and she grew resentful. Hence she started bullying people who were weaker than her. That was admittedly her biggest mistake, and she was paying the price for it. She did it to fit in. To feel... Something. But never, ever to feel sexy. She'd rather people see past her looks. But now? She'd be forced to either be naked or dressed like a slut. No one would take her seriously. She had to freshen up to keep her mind a least somewhat busy while she figured out what to do next. Hopefully she could take a shower to get rid of the oil that was starting to be expelled by her skin. She refused to just give up.
Her slutty walk was still in place. Try as she might, she was stuck walking in a ridiculous, if suggestive, way. She was distracted by her body, as she entered the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and sat on the floor, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin. She took deep breaths under the flow of water, as she managed to calm down a bit.
When she finished her shower, Jane went to pick up a towel, since she forgot to before, considering her situation. She didn't enjoy her changes, but the shower made her feel clean from the oil. It would seem that keep that in check was manageable. She grabbed a tower from under the sink, and soon she found that it slipped from her hand. Try as she might, she just couldn't keep hold of it. "The curse" her eyes went wide. "The curse prevents any fabric to come into contact with my skin! And that includes towels, fuck!"
She started crying, sitting on her toilet in resignation. Her hands buried in her face suddenly became more and more slippery. The oil was being replaced way faster than she was prepared for, and soon enough her skin was glistening in a mixture of water and oil. She was distraught.
She approached the sink to wipe out the tears, taking caution not to slip on the bathroom tiles in her slick feet.
And then she saw it. It was too late. The note was plastered on her mirror. She couldn't stop herself now. She began shaking as her body picked up the note.
"Hey, you must have had at least a bit of time to take in your changes. Pretty slick huh?
Bad puns aside, I hope you will get all the attention in the world. A pretty thing like you deserves it. Being such a slut, I'm assuming you are already becoming quite aroused at that prospect, but I'll make sure you are enjoying your situation as much as possible.
Your bladder will shrink by 70%, meaning you'll need to go to the toilet way more often. However, you're only allowed to pee if you orgasm while thinking of me. You will only be able to orgasm when you are bursting for the toilet. Enjoy, my little toy"