Cassie felt the fabric of her oversized pink shirt rustling against her body, and looked down to see it shrink, becoming tight against her. The bottom hem was rising upward, and just as it got to the point where it was about to reveal her crotch, a ruffled, layered, short pink skirt popped into existence.
The shirt continued to shrink, losing its arms and revealing a bare midriff, but Cassie was distracted by the short white socks with a ruffle at the top that appeared on her feet. She was then forced up on tiptoes as she was suddenly wearing a pair of shiny black Mary Janes, with high heels.
She looked at Rachel, who was staring back at her, and said, “What the hell?”
”Look in the mirror,” said Rachel.
Cassie looked up at the full-length mirror that was attached to the inside of her open closet door and saw that her face was painted with a heavy amount of makeup. Her lips, now a glossy bubblegum pink, appeared to have swelled a noticeable amount, and her eyelashes had thickened and lengthened. Dark rouge highlighted her cheekbones, and bright blue eyeshadow completed the look.
”I look like a --“ she started, but was interrupted when her hair suddenly restyled itself into two pigtails, held in place by pink ribbons. She felt a sudden aching sensation in her midsection, and could see that her already-small waist was being compressed a bit as her hips and thighs increased in size. Beneath what was now a tiny belly shirt, her breasts expanded, but just barely, enough to make it look like there was something there.
Cassie turned back toward Rachel and started to say something accompanied by a hand gesture, but saw that her fingernails were lengthening before her eyes. They quickly grew into little talons, gaining the white rounded tips of an expensive manicure.
She felt a brief twinge next to her navel, and looked to see a silver charm dangling from a new piercing. She felt a few twinges in her ears, and turned back to the mirror to see a large silver hoop through the existing lobe piercing in each ear, and smaller hoops through a handful of new piercings in each ear. With a twinge in her nose, another small hoop appeared through one nostril, and then she felt a few twinges between her legs. Before she could think about that, though, there was a sudden burning in her lower back, which quickly cooled. Cassie turned back toward Rachel -- shocked enough that she had a hand over her mouth -- and then looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her fear was realized: she now had a tattoo in an abstract stars-and-curlicues design just above her butt -- a tramp stamp.
The transformation seemed to be finished, and Rachel removed her hand from her mouth to say, “Oh, my God, you look like a little hooker.”
”Yeah, I noticed,” Cassie said. “I’m, like, the jailbait to end all jailbait.”
”And look in your closet,” Rachel pointed out. “Things have changed in there.”
Cassie walked over to look. The clothing rod was lower now, and hanging on it were dozens of sexually charged versions of girly outfits -- everything from skimpy vinyl schoolgirl uniforms to candy-colored party dresses with incredibly short skirts. On the floor were pink rain boots with stiletto heels, canvas Converse sneakers atop tall wedges, and other high-heeled fetish versions of girls’ shoes.
”How can I wear stuff like this?” Cassie moaned. She turned to face Rachel. “How can I live like this?”
”Okay, it could have been a lot worse,” said Rachel. “You don’t have two heads, you’re not in a diaper, you’re not a clown --“
”I kind of feel like a clown with this slutty makeup,” Cassie grumbled. She put her hand to her pink lips and rubbed vigorously. A quick look in the mirror showed that the lip gloss wasn’t smeared at all, and she said, “Ugh, I think this is permanent. And what do you bet if I went out and got some normal clothes and shoes, they’d magically turn into stuff like this?”
”Oh, Cassie, I’m sorry,” said Rachel. She gave her friend a hug around the neck.
”We gotta figure out something to get me back to normal,” said Cassie, after the two broke their hug.
Rachel tried to think, looking down at the pink minidress she was wearing. “Wait a second!” she exclaimed. “The curse -- you gave it to me. What if I give it right back to you?”
”You can do that?” Cassie asked. “I’ve already had it.”
”Worth a try. Couldn’t hurt.”
”Ha!” chortled Cassie. “You never know with this magic business. But, okay, I guess things couldn’t get too much worse for me. Do you want me to stay quiet so you can give me both a ’T’ and a ‘D’?”
”Guess I better,” said Rachel. She took a deep breath, and then asked, “Cassie -- transform or dare?” She then immediately started counting, “One-Mississippi, two- Mississippi, three-Mississippi...”
Cassie didn’t dare say anything, but she nodded her head rhythmically along with Rachel’s counting. Finally came “fifty-nine-Mississippi, sixty-Mississippi,” and then Rachel said, “Okay, Cassie, for your transformation, I want you to become as old as you were earlier today, no longer jailbait, and for your dare, I dare you to have the wardrobe, the makeup, the piercings, and the tattoos of a normal teenage girl, which no one will consider unusual.”