Nothing happened -- at least, nothing apparent.
”Damn it, I guess you can’t get the curse again,” said Cassie, looking down at her hyper-sexualized preteen body.
”I’m so sorry,” said Rachel.
Cassie looked up. “Wait a second. Maybe you still have the ability to pass the curse on, and could give it to someone else.”
”Yeah, I guess. It’d have to be someone we trust,” Rachel pointed out.
”Maybe not, if you phrase the curse right,” suggested Cassie. “But, yeah, it’d be better if --“
The girls heard the front door to Cassie’s house shut downstairs.”
”Oh, great,” Cassie said. “That’ll be my...