She stared at her naked body in the bathroom mirror and said, “You idiot, none of this would be happening if you hadn't picked up the phone.”
Suddenly, she was aroused again. Her lower nipple hardened and she watched as yet again, the oddly placed mammary gland swelled outward. Her view wasn't as obstructed since her normal breasts had shrank down to A cups.
By the time the new flesh finished pushing her lips apart, it was a C cup. Still not uncomfortable, but definitely strange.
She was horny again, but not so much that she couldn't ignore it.
After the mild shock of growing wore off she realized that she had just insulted herself. Immediately, she looked in the mirror and said “Jen, you look beautiful.”
...Nothing happened...
It dawned on her that part of the curse was that she couldn't affect the condition with a person she’d already insulted.
She began to sob. If that was her one freebie, she just lost by hurting her own feelings.
As she cried, she thought about the curse; trying to remember the rumors she’d heard... She remembered that receiving the curse meant that she could pass it on to someone else.
She dried her eyes and thought...If the mirror affected her, then why wouldn't she be able to direct the curse at herself to undo the changes?
And so she did just that.
“Jen, transform or dare.”
“I choose transform.”
“Alright... For your transformation, you will go back to the way you were before the call this morning.”