No matter what Jen did she couldn’t put on anything below the waist just like the curse said. She could step into a pair of panties, shorts, or pants and grab the elastic band, but when she tried to put them on it was like the part of her brain telling her to pull them up was disconnected from her arms. The same was true with her skirts and even rapping a blanket of towel around her waist. She could bring it to her waist, but her arms refused to follow her orders when it came to actually rapping it around herself. She kept trying to find something, some kind of loophole until her mom called up to her that she was going to miss the bus. Jen swore and rushed downstairs with her backpack in front of her legs, hoping her mom wouldn’t notice. Thankfully she was in the kitchen or something and Jen had a clear path out and onto the bus.
Once aboard she quickly took her seat and prayed that no—
“Haaeeeey Bestie~” Said the familiar voice her fellow cheerleader.
Sam parked her butt right next to Jen, she was wearing her cheer uniform same as Jen. ‘Dear god, why’d it have to be her of all people?’ Jen thought. Her and Samantha have had a somewhat rivalry for years. She always stole her boyfriends or gave backhanded compliments during practice. What was worse was Sam seamed to think they were somewhat friends and would keep taking to her, and never shut up, like right now she just kept talking and talking about gossip and her day. Jen was all for gossip, as long as it was with literally anyone else. Sam didn’t know how to summarize things and kept jumping around from topic to topic making it impossible to tell what the main point of her stories was. Many times Jen tuned her out, but on today of all days she was more on edge than normal around her.
“…Uh, Jen you do know you’re like totes half naked right now right?”
“Really I hadn’t noticed?” Jen responded. That was enough of a lie for the curse to take effect.
Instantly Samantha vanished from where she was sitting next to Jen. Along with her clothes and backpack. Jen seamed to be the only one who noticed or was freaked out by her sudden disappearance, but before she could say anything she felt a tingle in her crotch.
Jen discreetly lifted her backpack and saw her pussy seal shut before her eyes and her bush sucked into her skin, leaving her groin as smooth and featureless as a Barbie doll.
But this only lasted a second as three bumps emerged there. Jen’s toes cured in a mix of horror and arousal as the bumps grew into a pair of balls and rod. The veiny dick grew and grew like a tree, turning inside out until it was 5 inches long remaining hard the whole time, then the foreskin at the tip parted, revealing long blond hair that went down to the mid shaft. Jen shivered and bit her lip as she felt the doll sized smack its tiny lips, which Jen learned were similar to her clit in feeling.
The tiny head twisted left and right confused, then looked down at her thighs, before it turned around and looked up at Jen. Starting back at her was the shrunken head of Samantha. Still with all her makeup on, though her face now shined with a bit of sweat. The former vice captain of the cheer team then started to scream…