After a few more weeks of weight gain, the curse some how lost effect. It appeared as if the dare can't last forever. So Jennifer thought it was time to get revenge on her meanest teacher, Mrs. Pearson.
The bell rang and she stepped into Mrs. Pearson's class. The period went on with her normal lectures, cruel assignments and unnesccesary punishments. Then, Jennifer decided to attack. She raised her hand.
"Transform or Dare?" She said innocently.
Mrs. Pearson laughed, "Do you really think something so stupid exists, you fat ass?"
"I assure you, it's real and looks like you ran out of time."
"Lay one one me," she cackled.
"Allright, Mrs. Pearson, you know how you've always been an old hag? Well, I wish you were the same age as us." Just like that the years on Mrs. Pearson left. 60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55 she felt herself become more middle aged.
"What?! It's real!?" She stared in awe. 54, 52, 51, 50 she became younger and younger. 49, 48, 47, 46, 45, 44, 43, 42, 41 40 at his point some some of her rinkles disappeared and her breasts became less scraggly and more young. 39, 38, 37, 36, 35, 34, 33, 32, 31, 30 she was now much younger. Her boobs were perky now and she felt her vagina change as her first born was when she was 33. She zipped right to 20. When she had a chunky period and she inflated breaking her clothes. 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, she stopped as her mother pant and huge ugly panties fell to the floor. "What did you do to me! I'm only fourteen! You are in so much trouble!"
"No I'm not for you have no authority to do that. Plus, I still have my dare. I dare you to never be able to hold your bladder for the rest of your life." She said, making it extra clear for the curse not to break. Just then, a poop fell into Mrs. Pearson's clothes. Jennifer begins to walk out.