Jen had worded the curse to age Kyle's new body backwards, but the curse took this literally, keeping the features of his new stripper body, but reversing any previous changes to certain parts. It wouldn't replace the appendix that Tanya had gotten removed, but it would reverse certain surgeries, like breast reductions. Tanya at a young age developed rapidly, getting much larger breasts than the rest of the girls her age, hitting G cups by high school, and her mother had her have a reduction, much to her protest.
All of this was now Kyle's problem, as the boy now woman was aging backwards, the curse was replacing that missing tissue, just to add salt to Kyle's wound. Kyle walked to his next class, his increased bust making itself apparent as it bounced more. He tried to figure out how he could get Jen to fix this, but every answer would just lead to her doing something worse to him. By the end of second period, the tanning bed damage to his skin had reversed itself, leaving his skin much more supple, and his bust had grown larger, and started to strain the top he was wearing.
Kyle spent lunch sitting with his friends, who were completely oblivious to the fact that their friend was now mostly a sexy stripper. Kyle felt his bust expand further, straining the top even more and starting to show both under and over boob as the spandex started to stretch. How much more could it take? After lunch he stood up, and felt a little taller, how old was this woman? Did she lose that much height to old age? By final period his top was at it's limit, stretched to it's breaking point but it stayed strong, by now, Kyle had figured out something to improve his situation, his instructions to Jen would be clear, he hoped.
Kyle walked out of the school and saw Jen, her eyes went wide as she stared at the breasts that strained his top. Kyle sighed and walked over to her.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Jen chuckled. “No, don't try, it's got to be the curse right? So transform or dare?”
“Dare.” Kyle said in defeat.
“I dare you to try to “fix” your problems.” Jen said sarcastically.
“Transform or Dare?” Kyle said.
“Dare.”
“So...' Kyle sighed, hoping this would be enough. “I can't get rid of this body, and obviously this...” He gestured, “Is something that happened to her at some point being reversed.”
“Uh huh.” Jen smiled.
“And do you realize just how cold this damn school is? I've been freezing all day.”
“So, get on with it.” Jen said, barely containing herself, near the point of laughing.
“So for your dare, when I say transform, you'll make it so that everyone can see the woman I am now, and so that I can wear anything I want to and no one will judge me for it. You won't do anything to change this body I have in any way.”
“Well, that was pretty clear, so transform or dare?”
“Transform.”
“Your instructions were clear, but not clear enough! For your transformation, everyone will see the sexy woman you are now, but still call you Kyle and see you as male, and they'll also see whatever your wearing, and react to it, and you'll get to dress however you want, and no one will say anything about it no matter how indecent it is....”
“Thank...”
“But all of your clothing will be sexy, tight and leaving little to the imagination.”
“Great.” Kyle groaned.
“Oh and thanks for the curse back! I'm going to got after one of your little friend next, maybe I'll give them the same curse!” Jen walked off and laughed.
Kyle stood there for a minute, feeling defeated and finally feeling his top give way, letting loose the mammoth tits that had been growing all day, he looked down, the breasts still sat perky, much more youthful than this morning, and were round, sitting on his chest like two volleyballs. Kyle whimpered, hoping that he wouldn't get any larger than this.
On the bus ride home, Jarred continued talking about... something, Kyle wasn't paying attention as his now sore breasts bounced with every bump. He got off the bus and walked up the stairs to his room, then threw himself on the bed, landing on his tits and sighing, he was exhausted, his feet ached, and he really needed a shower. After twenty or so minutes he finally got up and started to look at his changed wardrobe.