"Dare!" Rachel blurted out.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Rachel, I wasn't thinking!" Cassie looked like she might burst into tears again.
Rachel tried to console her friend, but she couldn't move or speak!
"Rachel? Are you ok?" Cassie got a scared look on her face, until she realized that her friend couldn't do anything until she received her dare. "Ok, um, dare. Wow, I can make you do almost anything...ah, I know!" She slid off the bed and went to her closet. Frowning at how much taller the clothing rod was, she stood on a box full of old clothing. She then selected a pink minidress that was almost scandalously short. With a wicked grin, she looked at her friend.
"Ok Rachel, for your dare, I want you to change into this dress. You will feel perfectly comfortable wearing it."
Rachel found herself moving against her will. She took off her shoes, blouse, and jean, leaving her in nothing more than her socks and underwear. She was wearing a pink pair of panties with a matching bra.
Mechanically, she slipped into Cassie's dress. Her and Cassie shared a dress size, and it fit her rather well. She then blinked. "Oh my God, Cassie, how could you make me wear this thing?!"
Cassie whistled. "Wow, you look great!"
Rachel frowned. She did feel rather comfortable, even though she knew it was only because of the dare. Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned this way and that. "I...I do, don't I?"
"Yep! See, I told you, but you were too chicken to even try one on before!"
"It shows off a lot of leg, and if I bent over, you could see my butt!"
Cassie slapped her friend's rear playfully. "It's such a nice behind though!"
"Oh you...!" Rachel sighed. "Well enough of this, we need to figure out how to help you."
"Oh..yeah. Well, basically, what the girl said...and I wish I knew who she was, the bitch..."
"Caller ID?"
Cassie shook her head. "No such luck. Anyways, she said that I should stick to dating guys in my age group, so for my transformation....oh what did she say? Yeah, that's right, 'from now on, you will be jailbait to any guy who sees you'."
"Damn. Well I guess you'd be hard pressed to find a guy who wouldn't think you were jailbait now. Still, maybe there's a way around it...oh hey, didn't you say you got dared too?"
Cassie frowned. "Yeah. She said 'oh and by the way? I dare you to run around half-naked all the time. Have a fun life, slut'!"
"Seriously? Who did you piss off?"
"I have no idea, I haven't done anything more than look at a guy since..." Cassie looked away.
"Sean. It still hurts, huh?" Rachel crouched down to give her friend a hug.
"Big time. So what do I do now?"
"Well, it depends on how literal the curses are. I mean, for example, if it really depends on a guy seeing you...there's no guys here at the moment, right?"
Cassie shivered. "Oh...hey I think something is happening!"