Slightly disoriented, Jenny looked around her room and then back down. All she could see was her legs, and her seemed so much closer than ever before. "No... this can't be happening! This has to be just a sick dream!" she squealed. Yet, even as she said it, she could feel a strange buzzing sensation in her vagina. It was just like speaking with her mouth; air was sucked in and expelled, and soundwaves reverberated through the passage. The only difference was, her vagina was still an erogenous zone. It was alarming and at the same time strangely arousing; for a brief moment she surmised that she might even be able to fully pleasure herself now simply by speaking. Nevertheless, she quickly snapped herself back to her dire situation. This wasn't a dream. She really had spoken out of her pussy!
"A mirror! I need a mirror!" She raced out of the kitchen and into the upstairs bathroom. It felt strange without arms or a torso to counterbalance each stride. When she reached the bathroom, she kicked the door shut, leaving it only slightly ajar.
She turned to face the mirror, but she realized she was suddenly too short to see over the sink and cabinets. She realized the only way to get a glimpse of herself was to stand on the lid of the toilet seat. She stepped up and gasped in horror.
What she saw staring back at her was exactly the form Kyle had described to her on the phone. Her head, chest, and arms were completely gone; where once her torso had connected to her nether regions, there was simply a flat, hairless, fleshy dome. Her eyes were set into her mons pubis, not three inches above her labia. Oddly enough, her pubic hair was gone too, leaving her completely smooth. Everything else-- her vagina itself, her legs, her buttocks-- seemed to be completely intact as it had always been.
"Oh... my... gawd!" she cried. Her labia moved like real lips and startled her. "Wh-what am I going to do?! It... it's really real! That little jerk really turned me into a pussy and pair of legs!"
Jenny quickly jumped down off the toilet seat. She couldn't bear to look at herself anymore. She had to figure out some way to fix this, she just had to! She couldn't go through life like this!
She paced back and forth nervously, trying to figure out what to do. Then suddenly it dawned on her.
"Wait... It's my turn now! I get to pass along the curse and ask somebody else!" That was it! That was her way out of this! All she had to do was get somebody to answer "dare" to her question, then dare him or her to ask her to transform back. That way she'd be back to normal, and as an added bonus, it would be her turn once more and she could get payback on that creep Kyle. For that to work, though, she had to ask someone she could trust. Right away she knew who to ask: her best friend Erika.
She opened the bathroom door and darted down the hall back into her room. She struggled to pull off her one sock, until finally she was successful. Finally, she hooked the strap of her purse, which she had left hanging from a chair the night before just like always, with the toes of her right foot and pulled it to the floor. Her cell phone tumbled out. "I've got to reach Erika before class begins! Oh, please, Erika, have your phone on right now!"
Somehow Jenny managed to figure out how to dial with her toes. She snatched the phone up with the toes on her left foot and got up on her bed. After a little bit of twisting, she was able to put the phone in front of her with her pussy facing it. The phone rang a few times, but in the end all Jenny could get was an automated message saying that the number dialed could not be reached. Erika must have switched off her phone for class.
"Damn it!" yelled Jenny in frustration. It was so loud it made her entire vagina, including her clitoris, tingle all over. She didn't like the alternative, but it looked like she had no choice. If she was going to find Erika and get back to normal...
"I... I'm going to have to go to school... looking like this!"