Jen found herself unable to stop herself from returning Megan's kiss, one of her hands finding its way to her breasts while Megan continued massaging her inner thigh. On the verge of losing to the curse she tried to hold on to her femininity by reminding herself that lesbians did this sort of thing all the time. She could still feel her own breasts losing mass.
"Hey you two! Cut that out back there!" The bus driver called, breaking up the kiss. Jen smoothed out her skirt and checked her makeup in her compact. What she was actually doing was checking to see how much damage the curse had done during her lapse of resistance. Nothing to serious seemed to have occured though her once D cup breasts were now only a perky B at best, swimming in the tissue she had stuffed into her bra. Megan continued stroking her leg until the bus pulled up to the school, making it hard to concentrate.
Once off the bus Jen made an excuse to Megan so she could do what she had to do without Megan distracting her. She remembered that the wiccans met before class and she had stood up for one of them against her... against her... her boyfriend. Jen recalled that before this morning she had a boyfriend. The thought helped her brace further against the curse and felt her breasts plump slightly. The small victory was short lived when she realized that she couldn't remember her boyfriend's name or face. Images of Megan kept superimposing themselves over her memories.
She quickly hurried to where she knew the wiccans hung out. She didn't feel like she had much time before she'd be wearing boxers and jockstraps instead of bras and panties. Entering the hallway where they could usually be found Jen saw the various goths loitering in their usual spot. Elizabeth Price, head of the school's coven, was easy to spot with her red corset and black skirt, her raven hair left wild and free. Jen struggled not to stare at her cleavage as she approached.
"Jennifer Smith I presume? Or should I call you John?" Elizabeth called, beckoning Jen over. Jen quickened her pace and was quickly engulfed in a circle of goths. She felt the curse relax slightly but she didn't regain any of her lost femininity in the process. "I bet you're wondering how I knew that. Well your aura is screaming with black magic and you wouldn't come to us for anything less." Elizabeth laughed, seeming to have enjoyed Jen's surprised reaction to her statement.
"Can you help me?" Jen asked, a glimmer of hope starting to burn in her eyes.
"I think we might be able. First we have to see if the curse has progressed too far already. You are going to have to kiss me." the teenage witch winked. There were some snickers from the circle around them.