"The curse doesn't exist so nothing will happen to me," said Jen confidently.
"Fine then," said Kyle. "You'll get both. For your transform, you will become the school's new
milk maiden. The next time you pick up a lunch tray in school your breasts will tingle. They
will then swell up with milk, causing them to burst out of you shirt and bra and rest on the
tray. You will always carry your breasts around on this tray. Your uniform will change to that
of a sexy french maid, with breast holes in the shirt and a skirt so short it's almost not there.
You will wear a backpack that has a hose connected to your pussy, it pumps cow hormones
into your pussy, causing your breasts to constantly produce milk. People will squeeze you
breasts for milk like a cow, this is how you feed. This is your new job and only you and I will
know the difference. By the way, you can't get me back as I'm moving to England. For your
dare, you will forget about me and what I said. Have fun at your new job."