"You have ten seconds, Ms. Lopez. Transform or dare," cried Jennifer over the squeal of her shoes as Ms. Lopez dragged her toward the principal’s office.
Anna Lopez laughed as the final seconds ticked away. "I don’t know who you are, little girl, but you’re more superstitious than my grandmother."
Jennifer smiled. "Fine, you didn’t pick, so you get both a transformation and a dare."
Ms. Lopez turned her head and looked back at Jennifer. "Oooh, I’m scared. Why don’t you dare me to let you go.
Jennifer furrowed her brow as she thought of a good curse. "Okay, we’ll start with the dare. Just remember, you’ll have to do whatever I dare you to do, without
any thought."
"Whatever."
Jennifer took a deep breath. "Anna Lopez, I dare you to be my slave. From now on, you will do and say only what I tell you to."
Instinctively, Ms. Lopez grabbed her head as the curse transformed her mind, sending little Jennifer tumbling forward as she pulled away her hand. "Wha. … What
was that?
Jennifer beamed. "What do you think that was?
"I don’t know."
Jennifer looked sternly at the teacher and tapped her foot against the floor. "I don’t know? What?"
"I don’t know, my mistress."
Jennifer smiled again. "My mistress, I like that. Makes me sound almost grown up, again. Jennifer frowned as she remembered her current condition. "Now stand
perfectly still."
Ms. Lopez stood in place, her arms and legs frozen by Jennifer’s command. "Now for your transformation," said Jennifer as she circled the immobile teacher.
"Please, don’t do this," cried Ms. Lopez. Her eyes followed Jennifer as best they could. She tried to will her legs to move, but they might as well have been made
of stone. She could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage as the seconds crawled by.
"I’ve got it! Since you like to use your muscle, and you did such a good job protecting me from Joanne, I’m going to make you my bodyguard." Ms. Lopez sighed
loudly. "I order you to transform into a giant gorilla-woman, with lots of pretty pink body hair."
"Noooooo!!!" wailed Ms. Lopez as her body began to quickly morph. Her shoulders and torso thickened, reducing her blouse to mere strips of satiny polyester.
Jennifer ducked as Ms. Lopez’s bra snapped off her body and flew across the hallway, its 34C cups instantly swamped by the furry pink watermelons her breasts
had become. Her thighs exploded outward, growing thicker than tree trunks, tearing her panty hose and skirt to shreds. Her arms shot downwards, her knuckles
drilling shallow holes in the floor as her biceps grew wider than telephone poles.
"Yes! yes!" said Jennifer as she watched Ms. Lopez’s continued to transform. Her once dark brown hair unfurled from its bun and cascaded down her now broad,
hairy, and naked back in long fuschia waves. Her rapid growth continued. Even with her now sloping simian-like posture, she was easily eight feet tall; her massive
body filled the hallway from floor almost to the ceiling, while her girth consumed almost half the width of the corridor. Even her face changed, as her brow became
sloped, and her eyes sunk beneath a prominent ridge on either side of a broad nose that was little more than a pair of nostrils.
"Please … change … back … Mistress," said Ms. Lopez in a voice that was now little more than a guttural grunt.
Jennifer inspected her new pet. "I may not be Skye Sparkler, but at least I have some serious muscle," she said as she patted one of Ms. Lopez’s biceps. "And
since I control what you say, I still control who gets the curse." Jennifer licked her index finger and drew an imaginary number one in the air. Ms. Lopez grunted.
"Now let’s go see if we can find that little pimply-faced dorkwad who cursed me."