After searching around her house for about 15 more minutes Jennifer finally finds her cheer top and slides it on over her nude chest. Deciding she can't waste any more time, she forgets looking for the panties. Grabbing her bag, she jogs down the steps and out to her car. "Man, I hope Ashley isn't too upset that I'm so late," she thinks to herself as she pulls out of the driveway. Jennifer pulls up to a similarly sized house at the end of their street and goes to honk her horn. She stops before she does so and sees her friend, dressed in her own cheer uniform, has already been sitting outside on her house's steps. Ashley gets up with a not-so-pleased look on her face and starts towards Jen's car. Ashley opens the car door and gets in,
"Where the hell were you? We're going to be late for the math test," Ashley asks with her arms crossed.
"Shit! That's today?" Jen panics.
"Yeah, it is. Now come on, let's go already!" Ashley insists. Jennifer steps on the gas and begins heading for their school. She turns into the parking lot on two wheels and they both hurry inside, check in late, then head upstairs to Mr. Harrison's class to try and catch the test. They get up the stairs and just as they're about to grab the handle to enter the chemistry room, the bell rings. "Fuckin hell," Ashley says under her breath dropping her hand to her hip.
"Hey, he doesn't have a class after this period maybe he'll let us make it up," Jen says, trying to cheer her friend up.
"That's cool he doesn't have a class Jen but WE do," Ashley retorts.
"So what? It's art class who cares?" Jen shrugs.
"I care Jen. Do what you want I'm not missing two classes today. See ya later," Ashley murmurs as she turns to walk away. Jennifer waits outside of Mr. Harrison's class until all the students are gone and goes in.
"You're a little late don't ya think miss Smith?" Mr. Harrison says with a chuckle.
"I know, I'm so sorry. I got caught up this morning and it took me forever to get ready. Please please please can you let me and Ashley make up the test? I'm her ride to school and it isn't fair to her." Jen pleads.
"No sirree little miss. You know the policy. It was right there on the syllabus at the beginning of the year. No note, no make up work. Sorry, but you and miss Rodgers are out of luck," he says.
"There has to be something I can do sir," Jen states.
"Unfortunately there is not. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to do my planning on my period off," he says as he turns away to his drawers. Jen rolls her eyes trying to think of anything she could do. That's when it hits her. The phone call with that little creep this morning, transform or dare. She remembers the part in the legends that the one who's "cursed" gets to ask it next. She didn't really believe in it and couldn't exactly remember what that weirdo had even said hers was, but she had to try something. "Hey, Mr. Harrison?" Jen asks.
"What is it miss Smith?" he says rolling his eyes.
"Transform or dare?" Jen says.
"I already asked you to leave Jennifer, I don't have time for these stupid games you kids play. Now leave me alone!" he snaps. Jennifer expected as much, but immediately begins watching the clock. It's 9:36, at 9:37, she'd get her chance either way. The minute passes and Jennifer walks up to his desk tapping him on the shoulder. "I dare you to give me and Ashley 100s on that test," she says softly. He immediately sorts through his files and pulls out his grade book. He then opens it up and marks a 100 next to Jennifer and Ashley's names. "Holy shit! This thing really works!" Jen exclaims.
"What is the meaning of this!" he says with a worried look.
"Well, you didn't answer so I guess I get both. For your transformation, your mouth won't open and your hands won't respond if you try to tell anyone about how me and Ashley got these grades," she giggles, "thanks bunches Mr. Harrison, bye-bye now." As Jennifer turns to leave she immediately feels the effects of the phrase taking hold once again. "Ah!" she gasps as she falls to the ground on all fours. Her new position giving Mr. Harrison a view of her bare pussy under her skirt. From this vantage point he witnesses as liquid pours out and down her legs creating a puddle on his classroom floor. Then he sees her top rise up her back by about half an inch of so, as if something on her front side had pushed out pulling it up. "Shiiiiiiiit," Jen cries rubbing her hand under her skirt. Mr. Harrison, with a wildly confused look, just stares as Jen crawls out of the door and slowly gets to her feet before stumbling out of his sight down the hall. Jen, now getting very worried about her physical state, decides to...