Kyle eventually managed to shake himself from his daze atop the stairs of his house. From
there he dreamily wandered into the bathroom and found himself looking at a new
reflection.
He was beautiful.
Petite and asian, with beautiful curves, a plump, cute arse and what he could only assume
to be "dancers legs". But the best part, well, parts; were on his chest: two perfectly
rounded, perky C-cup breasts. Kyle continued to stare at his now stunning reflection, by
trying to enact revenge, Jennifer had instead given him the body of his own wet dream!
Kyle swished his long, silky near-black hair (which he now noticed had streaks of red) and
struck a seductive pose. Then another. Kyle was ecstatic! He could see the girl of his
dreams do stuff he could never find on the internet, and in his mirror no less!
After ten minutes of striking increasingly feminine poses, Kyle’s hand found the mounds
of flesh on his chest. He cradled his breasts with both hands; it was great! They were so
soft! Kyle lifted the black spaghetti strap over his bosom and struggled out of the red bra
supporting them, letting his breasts bounce into freedom and revealing large, erect
nipples.
Kyle continued to massage his breasts, sending a pleasant electric tingle through his body
until he started to feel a warm moistness down in his crotch. He lifted the hem of his skirt
to reveal a spreading wet patch on the red panties covering his startlingly flat groin.
Pulling down the panties, he revealed a sight he had only ever seen on those lewd websites
he looked at from time to time, a sight he thought he would never see: a woman’s vagina.
Realizing that it now belonged to him broke him out of his current state of mounting
ecstasy, But not for long. While his left hand was busy massaging his ample chest, his
right hand wandered down to this exciting yet alien opening. He gently moved a couple
fingers up and down his vagina until he found the ‘special area’ he always heard about.
The pressure mounting inside him was getting to be too much. He could feel he was about
to explode; and he came and came
and came
Kyle awoke still on the toilet with her clothes pulled all askew and smiled, almost
forgetting why she had been in such a good mood. What she had just done was fantastic!
Like nothing she had ever experienced before. But her mind was currently set on the
curse, the Transform or Dare game that had haunted Glendale for, apparently, centuries.
She couldn’t believe how stupid Jennifer had been, she had dared Kyle to change her back
but then made it impossible to do so by saying she couldn’t use the curse on her.
That of course meant that Kyle still had the curse and Jennifer was still bound to the three
words.
Kyle wondered about how the stupid cheerleader had changed back from her ‘asian slut’
form but guessed that the curse didn’t need a separate clause for changing back, that it
got the gist of what she had meant when she gave Jennifer the curse. Boy did that feel like
a million years ago. But, as Kyle put her clothes back in place (she thankfully hadn’t gotten
her *ahem*…juices…on them) she saw the clock in her room read ‘9:30’. Only half an hour
or so had passed since he had phoned Jennifer. She had probably gone to school thinking
everything was okay. Kyle went into a tiny fit of girlish giggles…She had a plan.