"I..." Jen couldn't muster up a thing to say.
"Time's up! You get both!" Kyle shouted into the phone, laughing.
"Shit," Jen said, "Whatever. This dumb curse probably isn't even real."
"Want to bet?" Kyle snickered, "Okay, for your transformation, you'll become everyone's toy, along with the rest of the girls in this town. Everything will be tailored to make you just a cock sheath for anyone who wants you. Your tits will grow to perky F-cups, and you'll never wear a bra. You'll keep your cheer uniform, but it will look practically painted over your tits, and won't cover your ass at all. You won't wear any panties to cover yourself. Your pussy will be tight and always well lubricated, ready for anyone who wants you. Everyone around you will think that this is normal an this will be a social norm for all girls in town. You will know that this isn't normal, but will not be able to say no to anything anybody tells you to do, no matter what they say. If you somehow manage to get around being the little fucktoy you're meant to be, after an hour without release your pussy will become so horny you can't think until someone else pleasures you. All guys around you who show any interest in your will seems like total studs to you. You cannot pleasure yourself. For dare, I dare you to say it back to me and then dare me to hang up."
Jen was too shocked for words, but found herself muttering out, "Transform or Dare?" as per request. Maybe this curse was real. When Kyle said dare, she told him to hang up, and he did.
Jen leaned on the counter for a moment. There was no way this curse could be real, right? While she was thinking, she felt a tightness in her chest. When she looked down she saw her tits ballooning up. The bra she had been wearing was gone, replaced by the top she had been looking for. As her tits grew, it felt tighter and tighter, all of the wrinkles in the fabric straightening out until every area was taught. The shit showed ample cleavage, and only just covered her. The bottom slopes of her tits could be seen hanging out from the shirt. Despite not having any form of support, her tits remained perky and circular, hanging away from her body.
Jen felt her pussy growing wet as she watched her tits finish their growth. Her first instinct was to reach down and pleasure herself. She reached down to start, only to find that her own hands had very little effect on how she felt. She was frustratedly horny.
Just as she was coing to the realization that this curse was anything but a joke, she heard the bus pulling up outside. She couldn't go like this! But as she thought, she thought about the guys at school. They could give her some release, couldn't they? She found her shoes and her bag, and hurried out the door. As she ran down the driveway, she felt a breeze on her exposed ass. Everything Kyle said was becoming true! Jen made it to the bus and climbed in. Inside she found