Jennifer for some reason still didn’t realize what was wrong. As she walked to class, two boys called out.
“Nice show there, Jennifer. Reminded me of when my little sister wants help getting dressed.”
“Yeah,” the other agreed. “Call us in about five years if you want to repeat it.”
They guffawed, amused to the degree that only high school boys can be with their own wit.
Jennifer reddened. “Like you losers even know what a real woman looks like. Why don’t you go fuck each other to learn how.”
She paused, her socks suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Maybe she was allergic or something., She paused long enough to remove her shoes and socks, then put
just the shoes back on. Not wanting to take a chance, she tossed the socks into a garbage container. Her shoes felt even looser now, but she figured it was worth it
to be safe.
A girl looked at her loose skirt and now flopping shoes.
“Cute, Jennifer,” she teased. “But I don’t think the baggy look works for shoes.”
“Not all of us have such big feet,” Jennifer shot back haughtily.
A few seconds later, she felt her bra chafing her. Cursing the downward spiral of the day, she detoured into the first restroom she came across. Luckily, it was
empty, allowing her to undress more easily in one of the stalls. Her offending bra lay oddly against her chest – now wonder it was rubbing her wrong. But
something much worse immediately struck her. The cups were almost empty. In disbelief, she reached up to touch them, feeling the fabric collapse against her chest
until she finally touched the tiny, sensitive nubbins of her breasts. If they could be called breasts. They barely seemed more than enlarged nipples against an
otherwise flat chest.
In complete shock, she pulled the bra off, confirming her fears. Her wonderful, full, bouncing breasts were almost completely gone, replaced by the smaller nipples
and pale areolas of a young girl, barely into her first development. Guessing as to what had happened, she faced a sickening realization.
The curse was real!