Carolyn Miller collapsed on her bed with a heavy sigh. She'd known in her heart that something like this was inevitable, ever since she herself had discovered the Transform or Dare curse over a decade ago.
She'd managed to give herself a permanent version of the curse. She'd tried - - making people forget, just as she had with Kyle and Jennifer -- but it would keep returning to be passed around once again, causing chaos and pain.
It might have seemed like she'd aged Kyle to 21 on a whim, but it was something she'd had in the back of her mind for a while; it was a way to take him away from the bad influences at the high school. It seemed like it should have been the jocks and the cheerleaders who would pass around the Transform or Dare curse, but it was the nerds and the geeks -- the people who would read things on obscure corners of the Internet, experiment with them, try to use them to their advantage.
She could only hope that the improvements she'd made to Kyle's body and health would make up for the fact that she'd taken five years off the prime of his life. She wouldn't dare use Transform or Dare again on him or on Jennifer -- too many possible side effects, and it wasn't possible to reverse things that had been directly altered anyway.
She knew that all too well. 12 years ago, she'd had the curse passed on to her by one of the other mothers from Kyle's preschool.
* * * * *
Out of the blue, after they had dropped their kids off, Maisie Stern had said to her, "You've probably been wondering why we all look so good."
Carolyn hadn't really thought about it, but there was a cadre of mothers who looked almost supermodel perfect.
Maisie lowered her voice. "It's called the 'town curse,' although it seems to have worked out well for us. I'm going to ask you a question, and trust me, you should answer 'dare.' Transform or dare?"
Taken aback, Carolyn said, "Dare."
Maisie smiled. "I dare you, when you next see your husband, to transform into his ideal version of yourself."
"Transform? But it was a dare, right?"
Maisie fully explained the Transform or Dare setup. Carolyn wasn't sure she believed a word of it, but Maisie definitely seemed sincere, and you couldn't argue with the fact that she always looked beautiful and nearly perfect.
Nonetheless, Carolyn had pretty much discounted it by the time Kevin arrived home that night -- he'd worked late, and Kyle was already in bed.
She met him at the front door with a kiss, and said, "So after I dropped Kyle off this morning, Maisie Stern did something weird --" She stopped when she noticed Kevin's eyes were widening.
She felt her hair tickling her back as it moved downward, obviously growing. She felt herself go up on tiptoes as her slippers reformed into high-heeled pumps. She felt her breasts swelling and straining against her bra -- she moved her hands down to undo it just as her entire outfit transformed into a metallic blue dress that looked more suitable for clubbing than for being a mother.
There was a mirror in the front hallway, and she turned to see that her complexion had improved, but it was being disguised by a thick coat of makeup. Unlike the other mothers, the impression she gave off wasn't "gorgeous," it was "slutty."
She turned back to Kevin. "This is your ideal version of me?" she demanded.
"I-I --" Her husband was obviously stunned.
"Transform or dare?" she asked him. "Just say 'transform.'"
"Uh, transform?"
"Since you want me to be a sex toy," she ordered, "transform into a sex toy yourself."
* * * * *
Carolyn opened the drawer next to her bed, brought out the velvet-lined box within, opened that box, and carefully removed the contents.
It was a dildo -- a plastic cylinder, which was attached at the appropriate spot to represent the well-oversized penis of a male action figure. The figure itself was too small to be fully detailed, but to Carolyn, it looked exactly like Kevin.
She'd never told Kyle the truth. He grew up believing that his father had just walked out on them. She should have just left town with Kyle -- she wouldn't have had to worry about him, because the curse lost its power about 5 miles from the cemetery. But that was why she couldn't leave -- magically-created objects, such as the one she held in her hand right now, would crumble to dust outside of the curse's radius.
She plunged it into her permanently-hairless, almost-always-wet pussy as she played with her F-cup tits. She allowed herself to be more vocal than usual, knowing that she would be drowned out by the noise made by her son and his sex slave.