Jen noticed the light shifting along the wall. It wasn’t a fixture, it was something on her own body. It became apparent when she glanced down. The light source blazed from the tip of each nipple. The realization sunk in as she watched smoke wisp up from two holes burned through her bra and uniform. She turned to face the bathroom mirror and stiffed a scream. Her nipples were brightly lit, hot, and painful to look at.
She quickly covered them. Each hand glowed red from the brilliant spots underneath. It was hot enough to burn through her top, but somehow wasn’t causing any pain or burning her skin.
“What the hell did you do to me?!” Jen yelled. “Why the fuck are my tits glowing?”
“I... I don’t know... I can’t even remember what I said.” Sam explained, rubbing her eyes. “Did Kyle do that?”
Jen thought for a moment, then said. “Maybe this was part of his dare...”
“Fuck... How am I supposed to go to class like this? How am I supposed to even leave the bathroom!”
As Jen began to cry, Sam realized that she was holding her phone. The camera app was open, but hadn’t recorded anything.
“That’s odd...” Sam thought. “Was I trying to record?”
“Jen... I think something is sabotaging us when we try to use the curse...”
“No fucking shit.” Jen sobbed.
“No... I mean... We’ve got to try again.”
“Are you serious?” Jen argued. “You’ll just make me into more of a freak!”
“Jen... I’m not your enemy here...” She held out the phone.
Jen sniffed, then blinked the tears away to see what Sam was trying to show her.
She acknowledged the delayed image of the floor below the device. “Your... Camera?”
“Yea... Lets try again, except this time I’ll record it.”
Jen shivered and squeezed her superheated breasts. “Couldn’t get any worse, could it?”
“I don't think you want the answer to that...” Sam joked as she propped the phone against the sink and started recording. “Now ask me the question.”
Jen let out a long sigh then said, “Transform or dare...”