(I would like to retell a branch of Erin's story that a user added on tfroleplay many years ago but with my own version because their one is not on here. I enjoyed the curse a lot and I hope you readers do as well)
Erin could tell her efforts to conceal her body under a long red dress did not mitigate the surprise. She did of course look freakish to the average person, in her eyes at least, but there was a way out of this mess so this is why dating was important. "John I...I need you to stay and listen before you leave"
"I um..." John staggered his words. He did believe Erin had a pretty face, but he was curious over the strange fleshy lumps that covered her. One flopped on the palm of her left hand causing her fingers to constantly grope the growth. Another medium sized lump was harder to hide because it settled on the top of her head so it must feel uncomfortable to sleep. A few more of similar size were squeezed into the red fabric placed around the back and on her belly. The darkened areolas gave it away "Are those breasts?" he asked without thinking of Erin's feelings and he immediately covered his mouth to indicate that he said the wrong thing.
"Yes, these are, but this is what I looked like before the curse" With Erin's right hand, she pointed to a photograph of her in a bikini standing next to a woman who is likely her friend or sister. "Not too long ago"
"Hold on, so how come you now look like this? Come on, take these off, you must be kidding around, right?"
"I wish I was kidding" She madly strolled to her date slowly being mindful of the sensitivity her multiple nipples possessed and leaned close. "Touch or pull them if you want, I am no liar. Please, I know I sound and look crazy but you have to kiss me before it happens again" Her shaky tone in the voice hinted she was getting worried over something, but John wondered what 'it' was.