Susan carefully considered what she had to say next. “For your transformation, it will be in many steps. Your body will now convert everything you eat and drink into milk, which will be stored within your bladder. This means you will never poop again and your piss is always milk. For the sake of simplicity, all urine currently in your body will be transformed into milk.”
That handled the piss-udder and the accidental poop, so Susan continued. “Whenever you tell a lie, your vagina and butthole will shift 10% closer to where they should be on you normally. Additionally, lying will shrink the length of your nipples by 10% until they are no longer than your original nipples. This means, after 10 lies, these parts of your body will be exactly where they previously were, and additional lies will have no effect.”
“Next, whenever you say your full name aloud, your knees and spine will bend 10% closer to their normal orientation. This means, saying your name 10 times will cause your knees and back to be exactly as they previously were, and additional uses will have no effect. Finally, whenever you try to use the muscles of your foot to specifically lift your heel in the air like you’re in high heels, the muscles will instead relax.”
Susan waited a few seconds. “Alright, I think I got all the parts I could get. Jen, you should be able to wear dresses and low-cut shirts, and undergarments sound like they’re still allowed. I had no idea how to shrink or remove things that should have never been there, so I didn’t want to try.”
Jennifer felt her body shift. So far, no weird mutations. The muscles that bridged between her heel and toes went numb and collapsed into a plantigrade stance. She decided to test the other parts of Susan’s curse. “I, Jennifer Smith, am a boy.” She felt her back tweak forward and her knees relinquished a little. She also felt an erotic spasm as her vagina and anus shifted. She gave a broad smile, and repeated her lie 9 more times. “Thank you, Susan! This is much more bearable!”
After she finished hugging Susan, her friend began to speak up. “I did the best I could think of. So, since I’m your “official milker” for a day, does that mean I should, uh, handle your current load?”