In the confusion, Jen had an overwhelming urge to test the limit of the curse. Leaning over herself, Jen whispered "My name is Rachael..."
An invisible force hit her, sending her reeling back onto her bed. Feeling a weight in her crotch, Jen craned her neck up to view her crotch in the
full length mirror at the end of her bed.
The front half of her pussy was noticeably bulbous, her nipple-clitoris sticking out with a visible areola. Her vagina was still present and correct,
the front of her lips parting to meet the edge of the areola as if it was normal.
A knock at the door brought Jen back to her senses...
"Jen, are you ok? Did you fall down?" Her mum had clearly heard her hit the bed. "Mum, don't come in, i'm not decent!" replied Jen.
"Don't be silly, girl. It's nothing i've not seen before!"