Jen arrived at her locker. As she gathered materials for her first class, she was hit by a foam football.
“Hey, toss that back will ya”
She recognized the voice. It was Kyle.
She picked up the ball and turned, ready to toss it as hard as she could at his face. Against her will, her arm went limp mid throw and the ball glided harmlessly into his waiting hands.
“Thanks Jen!” He said.
“Wow, that’s a cute shirt you've got on today.”
Jen was livid, she hadn't seen his smug face in days and now there he stood. Ogling her second row of breasts. She hated him so much, wanted to call him all kinds of names, maybe even punch him in the face...
She couldn't. All she could do was grab a book to hug in front of her torso.
“Nothing to say?” He asked.
“Or nothing nice to say?”
“What a shame...I suppose I’ll see you around. Have a great day Jen!”
He left.
The curse may very well have saved her from another negative transformation. Apparently every horrible thought she had was suppressed since anything she had said or done would have been considered “revenge.”
She felt like crying, but managed to keep her composure as she went towards her first class...