For the next few minutes, the only thing that could be heard in
Jenny's room was the sound of her getting dressed and complaining
about random missing garments. Before long however, Jenny was dressed
and about ready to head out, or at least, that was the plan.
Just as she was about to do so however, her balance began to sway
as her vision blurred. At first she thought it was just a bit of a
rush to the head, but she seriously began to worry as it grew worse
and her throat began to tighten.
Panic began to set in as she realised something was very, very
wrong. Her heart, racing with sudden adrenaline, pounded in her ears
as they began to ring, further disorienting her.
What was happening to her? She desperately wondered as her skull pounded, each pulse diminishing her sight and lessening her breathing.
It was at that moment a sudden realisation hit her. As she
panicked, some part of her mind was frantically searching her memories
for something that could help or explain what was happening to her,
and it had just found its answer.
The mocking echo of Kyle's curse lingered in her head for an
instant before pain pushed it away again.
That was it. The curse was real and was now taking effect, just as
she had cast it out of her mind as a prank.
Now it all made sense. Her head pounded because it was shrinking,
her throat was tight because it was vanishing and her eyes and ears
were confused because they were fading away.
10 seconds later, she was no longer able to breath as her throat closed up. Instinctively, she grabbed for it, but instead found herself holding what seemed to be a smaller version of her face. In front of her loomed an indistinct dark shape, but her eyes had diminished so much, she could make out no more than that.
She wanted to scream, but could make no sound, and so was forced to wait without breath as the rest of her head slowing slipped away and her mind did the only logical thing it had left; shut down.
It was some time later when Jenny woke up on the floor.
It was pitch black and she was dizzy. Trying to piece together
what happened, she took a deep breath...then stopped.
She felt something strange in her crotch, like some sort of
strange vibration. Was something in her panties?
Still holding her breath, she reached down to her crotch, but felt
nothing out of place. She started to breath a sigh of relief, but then
the sensation returned, along with a small just of air onto her
hand....from the inside.
Slowly but surely, recollection followed by realisation set in.
“No...” she begged, “Please no”
But alas, she felt her crotch move as she talked out of her vagina. Were she not so terrified, she would have found that she would have been getting slightly aroused from the sensation, but fear was overriding arousal at the moment.
She quickly pulled her hand away in shock as she tried to take stock of the rest of her situation. Clearly she could hear, as she had just heard her own voice, even if it had been a bit muffled, so why couldn't she see?
Of course, the answer was that she still had her top on, which covered where her new eyes should be. As she worked that out, she quickly took her top off, noting the distinct lack of head as she did so. As her bra came off, light flooded into her sight, something which was both good, as she could see again, but bad as it confirmed she was seeing from her breasts.
Attempting to look around the room, Jenny found she could not move her eyes like she could before. The only way to change the direction she was looking was to point her breasts in a different direction, either by turning her torso, or by moving her breasts with her hands.
Looking in the mirror on the wall of her room, she could now
observe her new body. Other than her missing head, she looked just the
same as ever; even her now optic breasts looked the same.
Quickly taking off her skirt and panties, she nervously positioned
herself so she could see between her legs in the mirror.
“Umm...Hello?” she tested with a shaky voice and gasped in horror as she observed her slit moving to form the words.
This was too much. She couldn't bear to look at herself any more as
she got up and dashed back to bed, her perspective jiggling every step
of the way.
Tucking herself under the covers, she tried to go back to sleep,
something which was not helped by her apparent inability to close her
new eyes.
Eventually she began to cry, only to cry harder when she found
that instead of tears, she was now weeping little droplets of milk.
Before long however, she managed to drift off, leaving a small milky
smear on her sheets where she had wept.