Jen was relieved that the freak didn't have her cell phone number, but was annoyed that Martha wasn't there to pick up the phone in the hall.
“Maybe, things would have been different if she hadn't been the one to answer,” She thought, heading back towards her bedroom. She tried to convince herself that it was all in her imagination. But as she ran her hand along her newly expanded mound, she began to sob.
“How dare he. That pervert. He had no right to do this to me...” She reasoned, as she laid down on her bed and began to cry into her pillow. She had not yet realized the full scope of the curse.
Jennifer wasn't a stupid girl. It was true that most people would make that assumption after seeing her perky D cup chest, athletic frame and pretty face; but she put a lot of effort into her studies. Her biggest shortcoming was that she often put herself above others. Her attitude wasn't always great, but most of the time what came off as bitchiness was just a good handle on sarcasm.
After a few minutes, she dried her eyes and thought about her school schedule. She had her usual classes throughout the week. Swim team on Monday and Tuesday, then cheer squad on Thursday and Friday. Today was Tuesday and she hated the thought of attending swim practice given her current condition. Cheer Squad on Thursday wouldn't be much better.
While she laid there assessing the situation, she heard a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Jen asked.
“It’s Alison, can I borrow a hair brush... I can’t find mine.” Before Jen could respond her sister came in.
The moment she saw Alison she blurted out. “What the fuck makes you think you can come into my room without my permission.”
With that, she fulfilled the dare.
Alison, who was only 12 years old, looked up at her sister with a slight quiver in her lip and quickly left, slamming the door behind her.
“Dammit” She thought.
She didn't mean to say that and for a moment hated Kyle for the dare more than the transformation. That soon changed as she felt unusual pressure in her groin again. She pulled off her skirt and watched as her pussy lips spread to allow the nipple capped orb to swell outward. At the same time she noticed that her bra was feeling looser. Since she was alone, she removed her bra. At this point, the only thing she had on was a single sock.
She examined herself in her full length mirror. The pair of breasts on her torso, usually D cups, were smaller, about C cups now. Unfortunately, true to Kyle’s explanation, the boob in her crotch had also grown. Her opening was higher up her pubic mound and she guessed that the breast was at least an A cup, thought it was hard to gauge given the weird placement. It was now pushing apart her lower lips and drooping out of her pussy. The areola was fully visible and the nipple was hardening. She was feeling a bit horny.
She begrudgingly said to herself. “Great, now I need to say something nice to someone.” In the back of her mind she knew that her disappointment in such an act was that attitude that Kyle had mentioned.
It wasn't really something she would have thought about before the curse. But now, she was forced to reflect on the things she said or thought. She very much wanted to spend the next week being kind and making this issue go away, but the curse would keep her verbal filter right where it had been before the call.
She grumbled, walked back to her bed, then fell onto her back. She opened her legs to get the breast off of her thighs.
Moments later, she heard another knock...