Jen felt three distinct searing pains radiating from both her nipples and clit. Her hands shot between her legs as she screamed in pain. It was already fading but it still hurt. Next her clothes vanished from her body revealing three surprisingly big silver rings attached to her breasts and clit.
“wh- no, no this can’t be happening.” Jen yelled.
She noticed that the only thing that didn’t go away was her BFF necklace that Susan and herself have worn since they were kids.
The metal began to glow before changing to a small metal ring around her neck and the tag proclaiming they were bff’s warped into a heavy ring, it didn’t restrict her breathing but she could feel the new weight.
Her mind still felt the same but she was scared, she was shaking the curse was real she was going to be her best friends slave forever.
While these thoughts raced in her mind her body began moving to her closet. It opened the door and pulled out an outfit that was defiantly not there before. It was a rubber deep blue leotard.
As her arm reached out and grabbed the outfit Jen realized her body was moving on it’s own. She looked at the leotard and realized with horror that her body began unzipping the back and stepping into it.
Jen began fighting it she didn’t want to wear this outfit. It was futile her body stepped in and pulled the suit up unhindered by Jens refusal. Once it was up Jen pulled the string attached to the zipper. Her face contorted in effort to stop but soon she was dressed in a skin tight dark blue rubber leotard that had a space for her breasts to fit through as well as an opening from her pelvis all the way to her tailbone exposing her pussy with shiny ring attached all the way back to her butt-hole.
The final thing her body did was pull out a heart shaped lock and attached the zipper of her outfit to her collar.
“No, please body stop this, please!” she said as tears began falling down her cheeks.
Once the lock was sealed Jen regained control of her body.
Jen collapsed onto her knees and was bawling, “Why is this happening to me. This pet is so confused” she said to herself between sobs before realizing she referred to herself as pet.
“No please no more I can’t take this!” she said in panic scared she was losing her ability to refer to herself normally.
It was a little victory but she realized she was still able to speak in the first person if she was paying attention.
Another jolt ran through her as her body began moving again by itself.
“What, what’s happening now?” the panic evident in her voice but she decided to not fight it this time.
Her body reached into her closet again and pulled out some knee high dark blue stiletto boots with a heel about 5 in.
Sighing in defeat Jen watched as her body slid the rubber boots on to complete her outfit. Her body magically produced two more locks to seal the boots before Jen regained control again.
Jen looked at herself through the mirror on the other side of her room and saw a still beautiful girl staring back with tears still falling from her eyes in a rubber leotard and some of the highest boots she has ever worn. It was going to be a long day she thought to herself.