Jennifer looked inside the box and saw that it was packed full of crumpled up paper. Sitting atop the paper was a list, titled "For Jennifer's Eyes Only." She picked it up and began reading it.
"Follow each instruction as you read them in the order presented," said the first bulleted line. Jennifer found herself immediately glancing down to the next line. "Take off everything you are wearing."
"Yeah, right," she muttered, then gasped as her arms suddenly pulled her cheerleading top right over her head. "What?! No! Stop! STOP!" Her verbal commands were no use. Her body was answering to a higher power now, the power of the curse. Jen could only watch and whimper as her body continued to shed clothing, throwing each discarded garment in a corner of the kitchen until she was completely nude. The tile floor was cold under her feet, and although she was alone in the house, she wanted to cover her pussy and her breasts with her arms. Unfortunately, they were busy removing her earrings and placing them on the table.
Now that she was completely bare, she picked up the note again. "Don't. Please don't make me read what's next." She tried to shut her eyes, but only managed to get them halfway closed before they fell upon the third item on the list.
"Unpack the box." She removed the wads of paper to reveal a few items, which she then lined up on the kitchen table. First was the envelope Kyle mentioned on the phone, the one containing her transformation. If the dare part of the curse was coming true, did that mean she'd actually undergo a physical change? That was impossible, and yet, how was it that she was unable to stop herself from doing what Kyle wanted her to do? Jen hoped that the transformation aspect of the curse had been exaggerated by the rumor mill, and that she would only need to worry about the dare.
The rest of the items scared her even more than the abstract concept of transforming. There was a black leather collar with a golden tag on it...a tag that had HER name on the front, and an address and phone number she didn't recognize on the back. Next was a black corset, and finally two leather armbands, similar to the collar, only these had thick silver rings sewn into them.
Finding nothing else in the box, Jen returned to the instruction sheet. "Put on the collar, armbands, and corset. Make sure they all fit snugly." The collar was easy enough, though Jen nearly choked herself as her hands forcefully tightened it around her neck. Strapping on the wristbands was harder because she could only use one hand at a time. When they were finally on, she struggled into the corset. This was the type that actually covered the lower portion of the breasts, supporting them while also pushing them up to give the illusion of more body. It was difficult doing it by herself, but she somehow managed. Perhaps it was the power of the curse gifting her with brief strength to tighten its numerous belt straps so the corset fit skin-tight around her waist. She wished Kyle had been kind enough to give her something to cover her vagina, and her hopes for getting any cover down there were dashed when she read the next instruction: "Wear nothing else unless I instruct you to do so. As long as you are wearing the collar, everyone aside from you and me will accept you as being properly clothed."
A loophole suddenly occurred to her. Kyle failed to order her not to remove anything, meaning she could take these things off and put them on again whenever she wanted. She couldn't wear normal clothes, but she'd rather be naked then be seen in these awful things.
She quickly rose her arms up to remove the collar, but they suddenly wrenched free of her control and picked up the note again. "Damn it!" she swore. Her body was too busy obeying the dare to take the time to do what she wanted. Either Kyle hadn't been thoughtless after all, or he'd just gotten lucky.
The next line was the one Jen had been dreading. "Open the transformation envelope and look at the picture inside." Jen already felt like enough of a freak wearing nothing but S&M gear, but she was powerless to stop herself. She slowly lifted the unsealed flap of the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. Her eyes went wide with shock, and her heart sank as she felt something strange stir within her. The curse was very real. She was actually transforming, and the worst part was, she already knew the disturbing end result.