Brad clutched his stomach and groaned as the cuffs of his pants grew a lacy frill and the fabric began to change. There was a ripping sound as the pants inner seam had come undone, showing that his boxers were rapidly transforming into lacy panties before stitching themselves back together in a new configuration. The raising hemline revealed that his socks had become thinner and darker, crawling up his legs, while his shoes bubbled and shifted as if made from hot tar. He cried out in pain, his hands grasping his face before the front of his t-shirt ripped in half, revealing a lacy bra before red ribbons crisscrossed his chest and pulled the darkening material back closed. Dropping his hands to his knees and panting revealed that his face had lost much of its masculinity and was already painted with delicate makeup that accentuated his new features. He looked like a pretty, but muscular and flat chested, oriental girl with a raging hard-on. The curse wasn't finished yet though as muscles honed from years of weight training began to melt away, the outfit constricting to hug the new contours. The pecs softened but did not diminish much, even as his sternum began to recede. His skeleton had begun to contract in on itself making him shorter and narrower. The curse paused in its handiwork, giving Brad a chance to catch his breath but there wasn't much left of the jock who had stumbled into the janitor's closet. He appeared to be a cute and busty oriental girl with red hair in pigtails and wearing a frilly gothic lolita outfit that showed off her bust. The only thing remaining of Brad was the massive erection. Two topless girls and the new underwear fetish had kept it in a state of extreme arousal and it fought valiantly against the curse and the lacy confines of the skirt.
Suddenly Brandi was confused by why the front of her pretty new skirt was bulging obscenely. As she went to smooth it down a pain between her legs dropped her to her knees. She felt her ovaries retract into her body followed by her clitoris shrinking down into a slightly enlarged but normal size.
Standing up and smoothing her skirt she turned to the witnesses of her metamorphosis and asked "Transform or dare?"