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Everyone knew about the town curse. Or at least, one version of it anyway. It came up in whispers, notes passed between high school girls, writing on the bathroom wall at the local single's bar and the occasional mass e-mail sent out from an anonymous address. Most thought it was bullshit. After all, every town has a legend, right? This one just tended to be a little...unique.
Regardless of personal opinions, the stories were never stamped out entirely. Just as the latest batch of teens had all but forgotten the tales of the generation before them, strange things would begin to happen in the town of Glendale, and the rumors would heat up again and spread like wildfire....
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Jennifer Smith hopped on a single bare foot as she struggled to pull a long white sock up her left leg. She wore only a short yellow and green skirt, her school
colors, and a pink bra which clung tightly to her ample young bosom, as she bounded through the large house.
"Martha!" she shouted. "Martha, have you seen my cheerleader top?" She glanced around the hall as she headed towards the kitchen. "Uh, and my other sock?"
"Martha, are you listening to me?"
The kitchen was empty.
"Shit!" She had forgotten it was Martha's day off. What did a maid need a day off for anyway? Like she had a life.
"I swear to God, the world hates me sometimes," Jennifer muttered, feeling herself pout as she began to search the room for her tennis shoes. "And where are my undies, anyway?" She thought about it for a moment. Wouldn't the boys just love it if she went without them today? Her frown became a smirk as she imagined all the high school boys' jeans suddenly becoming way too tight for comfort. After all, she was a senior this year. There wasn't a boy alive at East Hampton who didn't want her.
The phone rang beside her. She was about to call out for Martha to answer it, then stopped herself, cursing again. "Shit." Then she picked it up, in case it was one of her friends, and answered curtly, "Hello?"
"Is this Jennifer Smith?"
"Duh! Who's this?" She didn't recognize the guy's voice, but it sounded too high in pitch to be anyone she'd ever date, let alone talk to.
"Kyle Perkins," the voice answered. "Do you know who I am?"
"Eww, no! You sound like a total freak!"
He tried to say something else, but she cut him off. "Look loser, I'm already totally late, and I can't find my undies or my other sock, so why don't you just get to the point, okay?"
"Actually, I just wanted to let you know that I'm the freshman you and your friends pants last week at school, before I ask you a question."
She giggled, remembering. "Yeah? And what's that?"
"Transform or Dare?"
Jennifer's heart froze in her chest. "W-what did you say?"
The line was cold. She could only hear faint breathing coming from the other end.
This couldn't be real, could it? Of course not. She didn't believe in hocus pocus mumbo jumbo. That was stupid. Stupid or not, though, one thing her friend told her rang through her mind, "If you don't choose one or the other in less then a minute, you have to take both!"
And that was the town curse. Someone had laid it out for her at a sleep over once when she was fourteen. It was a game, started who knows how long ago, by who knows who? Yes, a game. But unlike its weaker counter part 'Truth or Dare,' this game had power! Whoever's turn it was could ask anybody, anyone, the question: "Transform or Dare," the question Jennifer herself had just been asked. Then they had to choose, "One or the other, or you get both!" Dare was relatively simple, once selected the person asking could dare you to do anything and you had to do it! The magic, the curse, made you, no matter how much you don't want to. Transform was even weirder. It effected your being; the thing that you are rather than your immediate actions. If you pick that one, the person asking gets to turn you into anything they want. They can change small things, like aspects of your personality, or the whole package, such as turning you into a toad. Or so the theory went. The actual limits of the curse was highly debated among the local residents who believed in its power. In any case, after the choice is made and the spell completed, it becomes the next person's turn. So, suddenly, the one who was cursed becomes the one who wields the magic, allowing the cycle to continue endlessly, with the power passing on from one person to the next, resting only occasionally when someone chooses not to take their turn.
But that was all nonsense, wasn't it? Jennifer glanced up at the clock. Her minute was almost up. Panicked, she took a deep breath and said...
*Caught in the Crossfire
Rather than a decision, Kyle heard a click. Jen made up her mind to hang up before he could continue.
“That bitch hung up on me...” Kyle though as he listened to the repeating tone that followed. “That’s not going to save her from the curse...”
Little did she know, Kyle had already experienced the power first hand. In fact, his curse and the events that followed are what lead to this attempt at revenge. As far as he knew, it began with Sam. She ruined his life and made it so he couldn’t return the favor.
“That’s fine...” He thought as he lowered phone. “If I can’t curse Sam, then I’ll just transform her best friend...”
He knew that anything he said, dare or transform, would come true. However, the thought of delivering her curse verbally was far more appealing. What sort of revenge would it be if Sam didn’t know he had done it? Still, he had the foresight to know that she might suggest using the curse to undo what he had done. Perhaps he could get revenge on her after all.
With that in mind, he decided to set some conditions before calling back. “Since you didn’t choose, you’re gonna get both.”
It felt strange to speak to an empty room though he knew it wouldn’t matter. The moment he asked the question, his words held power. Besides, this part of the curse wasn’t something he wanted her to know about. At least not at first.
“Your dare will come in several parts...”
“First, if you exchange the curse with Sam, you’ll unintentionally sabotage her with whatever thoughts you have in your subconscious. You’ll also forget what you said immediately after. If there’s an opportunity to make Sam forget as well, take advantage of it.
“Second, you will call me back and listen to what else I have to say.”
He waited, expecting the phone to ring at any moment...
Jen had left the land-line in search of her other sock. She found it in the living room then left for her bedroom to finish dressing and gathering supplies for school. Halfway down the hall, she remembered that she needed to make a call. Soon, she was back in her room dialing on her cell phone.
After a few rings, he answered. “Hello, this is Kyle.”
Jen heard the voice and couldn't understand why, of all people, she called him. She didn't even know his number.
“Hi Jen... I’m glad you called me back.” Kyle smugly replied. “I’d hate for you to go to school without hearing what I had to say...”
Jen had a few choice words, but surprised herself by instead saying, “Alright, I’m listening...”
“Great!” Kyle laughed. “So, here’s the deal. I’m not mad about the pants thing. The truth is, I’m cursing you to get revenge on your best friend.”
“Sam?” Jen replied. “What does she have to do with this?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Kyle explained. “But first I need to finish your dare...”
Jen couldn’t help wondering what he meant by ‘finish.’
“For the third part, I want you to show Sam your transformation.”
“You don’t need to say much, just let her know that I’ve had my revenge. Oh, and don’t attempt to use the curse against me.”
“OK...” Jen slowly replied, still unable to express her true feelings.
“I guess that just leaves your transformation...” Kyle considered. “It’s pretty straight forward.”
“You’ll lose your pussy. You’ll still feel the usual needs and desires, but there won’t be anything to play with down below. You’ll have to get used to peeing from your ass.”
“Have a great life Jen.”
The call ended with a click. Jen stood there, dumbfounded by what had been said...
As she lowered the phone, an unusual tingling sensation began in her groin. She lifted her skirt and watched as her labia squeezed together. She reached down and tried to pull them apart. It was no use. From the inside out, her pussy seemed to be fusing shut. Soon, her slit was nothing more than a blemish in her skin. Then, even that faded to match the surrounding area. The transformation ended, leaving a flawless mound behind. Just as Kyle had said, she no longer had a pussy.
To make things worse, she had yet to use the restroom that morning. She could feel her bowels rearranging and the previously tolerable pressure had moved into a far less comfortable position in her rectum. In a panic, she ran to the bathroom. Why did Kyle do this to her? What did Sam have to do with all of it? She was angry, on the verge of tears, and above all, confused. The only two things she knew for certain were that she really needed to use the toilet, and she needed to show Sam the change.
Of course, finding Sam wasn’t immediately possible. There was still time before her mom would take her to school. Enough time to finish dressing and, fortunately, to use the bathroom. She entered the bathroom, took a seat and relaxed. Urine shot from her anus. It was much warmer than she expected.
She sat there and cried, trying to come to terms with what had happened. She ran her hands along the smooth skin, but found no sensitivity. In fact, she may as well have been touching the skin on her leg. Kyle took away her sex. She would never be able to pleasure herself again. There would be no children in her future. She was a freak of nature, now forced to piss from her ass. She recalled the conversation over and over, trying to piece together what was going on. Big questions remained; what were the first two parts of her dare, and what did Sam have to do with it?
After a while, she heard Mom hollering up the stairs. “Jen, we need to get going...”
Jen sniffed then yelled back, “Alright... I’ll be down shortly...”
She didn’t have time to cry. Sam was her next destination. Meeting with her would fulfill the third dare. She grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped as though she had just taken a crap, then left for her room. Once there she pulled on a top, lifted up a pair of panties, then slipped on her shoes. With her book bag over her shoulder she left to meet Mom downstairs...
“You alright?” Mom asked, noticing the redness in Jen’s eyes.
“I’m fine...” She lied. “Just not totally awake yet...”
Mom sensed that something was off, but decided not to press. “Alright... Your sister’s already waiting in the car. We’d better head out there.”
Jen nodded and they both left to meet Cassie. She was just over a year younger than Jen, and wasn’t quite as tactful about her puffy eyes.
“Were you crying?” She asked.
“No... I...” Jen started.
“Mom, why was Jen crying?” Cassie continued.
“Cassie stop...” Jen replied. “I wasn’t crying... I just... I didn’t sleep well...”
“Suuure...” Cassie joked.
Jen sighed and ignored her sister for the remainder of the short drive. Kyle had given her enough stress that morning and she wasn’t in the mood to entertain such immaturity. Within ten minutes, they were in front of the school. Both girls said their goodbyes and watched Mom drive away. Cassie ran off to meet her friends.
Jen wasn’t feeling particularly social. All she could think about was finding Sam...
Jen found Sam shortly after entering the building. She dodged a few other students and grabbed her shoulder.
Sam was startled by her grip. “Oh! ... Uh... Hey Jen...”
“Come with me... Now...” Jen demanded.
“Uh... Alright...” Sam stuttered as Jen pulled her towards one of the bathrooms.
Once inside, Jen tossed her backpack aside, pulled down her panties and lifted her skirt.
Sam’s first reaction was to turn away in embarrassment. “What are you doing?”
“Just look...” Jen said with a bit of force. “Kyle cursed me this morning, and said that I had to show you what he did.”
“Apparently this was his revenge.”
Sam’s embarrassment gradually became fear as she turned back to see Jen’s voided groin. “Kyle... Did that?”
“Yes... Now I want to know what you have to do with it!” Jen shot back as she pulled her panties back over the genderless mound. “Why did that fucker take away my pussy?”
Sam frowned. “It’s kind of complicated...”
Jen glared. “I’m listening.”
“Alright... I guess the short version is that he wouldn’t stop trying to get with me. I was given the transform or dare curse and I used it to take away his dick.” Sam explained.
“You noticed how flat his crotch was when you pantsed him didn’t you?”
“Shit... I thought he was just small.” Jen replied.
“I hoped he would have left me alone after that...” Sam continued. I even worded it so that he couldn’t return the curse.”
“What the fuck Sam...” Jen yelled. “Why didn’t you just use the curse to make him stop hitting on you...”
Sam let out a long sigh. “I suppose the short version of the story doesn’t really paint the best picture.”
“Just great... So you couldn’t get along with some asshole and I got caught in the middle of it.” Jen mumbled.
“I’m really sorry Jen...” Sam began. “Listen... I’ll help you fix it... You haven’t used the curse on anyone else, have you?”
“No...” Jen replied.
“Use it on me” Sam suggested. “Once I’ve got the curse, I’ll use it to fix your crotch.”
Jen’s frustrations with the situation were melting away as she considered the possibility. Was it really going to be that easy to undo Kyle’s curse? If Sam was willing then all Jen had to do was offer something harmless. Afterwards, Sam could return the favor with a corrective transformation.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jen hesitated. “I don’t know why, but I’ve got a bad feeling...”
“Don’t worry... Just dare me to snap my fingers or something really simple.” Sam smiled.
“Alright... Then all you need to do is make my vagina come back after I pick transform...” Jen said. “I’m not particularly fond of peeing from my ass...”
Sam laughed at her comment, then said, “Kyle’s not as clever as he thinks he is.”
“I'll have you fixed up before the first bell.”
Jen passed the curse back, and Sam chose dare.
“For your dare I want you to...” Jen slowed. “For your ... dare...”
Her expression changed to a blank stare as the first part of her own dare took effect.
“For your dare...”
“You will use the curse on me. Say the first thing that comes to mind after I’ve made a choice, then forget what we said.”
“Sam was confused and a little frightened. This wasn’t like Jen at all. Could this have been Kyle’s plan all along -- To trigger a new curse if she tried to get help? Perhaps he was more clever than previously appraised.”
The curse took hold and Jen snapped out of her hypnosis just in time for Sam to say, “Transform or dare Jen...”
“Uh... Transform...” Jen stuttered, trying to remember what she had said.
Almost immediately Sam said, “I wonder how weird it would be to have a pussy instead of an asshole...”
Apparently Jen’s comment was still fresh on Sam’s mind.
“What?” Jen asked as her ass began to tingle.
Sam shook her head as if waking from a daydream. “Did it work?”
Jen frowned. “Sort of... I think I got my pussy back...”
Jen reached back to feel through the fabric of her panties. There was no mistake. Her pussy had returned, though her groin remained as empty as before.
“I think I can guess what one of the first two dares were...” She mumbled.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t it work?” Sam asked.
“No... My... Um...” Jen blushed. “My asshole just turned into a vagina.”
“It kind of worked then...” Sam laughed. “I wonder what went wrong...”
“Do you ... Want to try again?”
“May as well.” Jen shrugged. “Just make sure you’re more specific this time...”
Both girls were completely oblivious to Kyle’s conditions as Jen repeated the question. Once again, Sam chose Dare.
“Alright, I want you to...” Jen began. “You will...”
Once again, his dare took over.
“Next time we exchange the curse, choose transform. For my new transformation, you will say the first thought that comes to mind. Finally, you will forget what you had said and heard during this curse.”
Sam was scared. She felt a sense of deja vu, but couldn’t place what was so familiar about the situation. This wasn’t part of their plan at all. Jen didn’t seem to know what she was saying. This had to be Kyle’s handiwork. Thinking fast, Sam pulled out her phone to start recording. Unfortunately, Jen finished her dare before her camera app could load.
She lowered the phone and said. “Transform or dare.”
Jen felt strange, like she had forgotten something important. Still, she was able to acknowledge Sam’s question and decided to transform again. Sam helplessly said the first thing that came to mind. Unfortunately, it was neither insightful nor beneficial. The bathroom was cold and Jen’s nipples were pressing hard against her top. Sam noticed and joked, “Your nipples are blinding me...”
Under ordinary circumstances, she would have been far more tactful, but the curse didn’t grant any sort of filter. Moments after the transformation, they both forgot the entire exchange. All they knew was that they had made a second attempt at using the curse. Jen noticed that the room in front of her seemed to be lit up. She leaned back to see if an additional light had come on. In the process her white hot nipples blinded Sam.
She covered her eyes and backed away, not yet realizing what had sent the blinding light...
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...”
This time Sam decided to say transform. She had no idea why, it just felt like the right thing to do.
“Transform? Why the heck did you pick...” Jen began. “Why did you...”
She trailed off as the dare began to sabotage the curse for a third time.
“... For your transformation, you will grow four additional breasts down your torso.”
Jen shook out of the trance. “What... No!... That’s not what I wanted...”
It was too late. Sam’s breasts moved up to make room as four new bumps appeared. They grew until they matched the her original pair. She gasped as each new nipple rubbed into her shirt. Jen promptly forgot everything she had said the moment the the transformation ended.
“What the fuck...” She exclaimed as she noticed the four new breasts under Sam’s shirt. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Sam asked as she felt them.
“No...” Jen replied.
Before either of them could continue, the bell rang for their first class.
“Shit!” Sam cursed. “I don’t suppose you’d mind skipping first period?”
Jen glared at her. “As if we have a choice?”
There was no way in hell she’d leave that bathroom with torch nipples. She drove the point home by turning the deadbolt to keep anyone else from entering the room. Sam offered no objections. It’s not like she would be any better off with six breasts. She held the phone so both of them could see and hit play...
They watched the video. Sam was glad to see that nothing had changed her memory of the incident. Though, she wasn’t sure why it had spared her from amnesia that time. Jen wasn’t faring so well. In fact, she began to hyperventilate when she saw herself cursing Sam with the extra tits.
“Hey, keep it together Jen...” Sam said, shaking her arm.
“Sorry... I just ... I can’t believe it... Why can’t I remember doing that?”
“Why do I remember? What changed?” Sam asked.
Jen thought for a moment, then said, “You didn’t pick dare...”
“That’s it!” Sam said, clapping her hands together.
“You must have used the dare to make me forget whatever was said...”
“But why would I forget too?” Jen asked.
“Maybe some condition Kyle set?” Sam guessed. “Anyway... I might just be able to fix you now.”
“What have I got to lose?” Jen grumbled.
“A lot...” Sam teased. “But maybe not. Kyle’s curse shouldn’t have any power over my words...”
Sam set up the phone for a second recording, then offered the question...
Jen once again chose transform, hoping that her blazing nipples and ass pussy would go back to normal after Sam offered a new curse.
“Your vagina will return to your crotch and your nipples will go back to normal.” Sam explained.
Her words were completely unhindered by whatever Kyle had done to Jen and the transformation took hold. What happened below wasn’t apparent, though she guessed that it had an effect since Jen placed both hands on her abdomen. As things changed below, Jen's nipples dimmed until they took on a more ordinary appearance. When her bowels had finished shifting, Jen felt through her skirt. Her fingers pressed against her lips, sending goosebumps down her legs. Her pussy had been restored.
“It worked...” Jen said. “Sam it worked!”
She hugged her tightly, then backed away when she felt the extra breasts pressed between them.
“Shame it didn’t fix your top...” Sam observed, feeling slightly aroused by her exposed nipples.
Jen assessed the damage. Two scorched holes remained, allowing both nipples to peak through in a rather obscene fashion. Other than that, she felt fine.
“I don’t even care, I’m just happy to be normal again!” She said. “Besides, I think I have a spare shirt in my locker.”
“I just need to get there without being spotted...”
“Hey, you can’t just leave me here!” Sam interrupted, hefting her second row of breasts.
“Oh, right... Uh... Transform or dare Sam.” Jen said, not considering the consequences...
Sam was caught off guard and, rather than taking a transformation, said dare. Before Jen could offer a word, she fell into a trance.
“Jen? Are you alright?” Sam asked, stepping towards her.
“For your dare, you must use the curse on me. Just as before, say the first thought that comes to mind, then forget what you or I said.” Jen replied.
Jen snapped out of it just as Sam’s eyes glazed over. She returned the curse.
“What?” Jen said, in a panic. “Why?”
Sam stared on silently, waiting for her decision.
“Uh... ... Dare...” Jen squeaked, knowing that it was her safest option given the circumstances.
The first thought Sam had was particularly dirty, though partial blame could be directed at the curse that was influencing her libido. She’d be lying if she said her new breasts and Jen's exposed nipples weren’t turning her on. She shared her thoughts. Within moments, Jen was undoing her skirt. Sam was somewhat dazed after the curse wiped her memory, but quickly came to when she felt Jen’s hands against her naked thighs.
She jumped back, nearly tripping over her own panties... “Jen, what are you doing!”
“Isn’t it obvious? You dared me to...” Jen blushed and began to crawl towards Sam’s exposed groin.
“Hey, don't put your hands up there...” She yelled. “Stop that!”
“I can’t...” Jen cried. “You dared me...”
She forced Sam to the floor and buried her face into her pussy. Sam struggled against it at first, but then gave in to the pleasure that radiated from her groin. On some level, she wanted to feel it. Jen pushed her tongue into her opening then licked along her labia. She kissed and gently bit her clit, while rubbing the edges of her thighs.
Having known the feeling from previous boyfriends, she knew the perfect places to tease. Sam quickly submitted to Jen’s probing tongue. As pleasure consumed her, she began to rub her lower breasts. Each new nipple felt as sensitive as her original pair. She moaned loudly as Jen continued to work. Warmth built deep inside then, with a violent shiver, she reached an orgasm. The climax seemed to fulfill the dare, allowing Jen to lift away from Sam’s dripping pussy.
Sam slowly recovered. “That was amazing...”
“Don’t get used to it.” Jen frowned. “It’s not like I had a choice...”
“Jen...” Sam breathed. “You know I didn’t mean to...”
“I know. I could guess, but I have no idea what either of us said.” Jen replied...
Sam got to her feet and pulled back on her skirt. Before she could retrieve her panties, she noticed the phone propped up on the sink. A light blinked in the corner of the screen, indicating that it was still recording. Together, they watched the last two exchanges, noting that the biggest difference was Sam’s choice.
Jen blushed when she heard Sam contemplating how it might feel to have Jen eat her out. “You have some really fucked up ideas...”
“Hey, I’m just comfortable with my sexuality.” Sam joked, squeezing her lower right breast.
Jen might not have admitted it, but something about their brief session felt right. She thought it strange to feel that way, given that she had never been into girls before. In fact, women still didn’t appeal to her. Sam was different, though she couldn’t figure out why. She pushed the thoughts aside and continued to watch. It still wasn’t clear what Kyle had done to make Jen sabotage them. The only pattern was that she would always try to make Sam speak her mind then forget. They didn’t have a perfect solution, but knew that Sam could take control if she accepted a transformation rather than a dare.
Jen sighed. “So, the only way for you to keep the curse is if I transform you?”
“Seems like it.” Sam nodded, “But you won’t have any control over what you do to me.”
“Do we have any other options?” Jen asked.
Before Sam could reply, the doorknob rattled. Both girls held their breath and listened.
“Hey, why is the door locked.” Someone shouted from the other side.
They stayed quiet until they heard footsteps fading down the hall.
“That was close...” Jen breathed. “So, what now? I don’t think we can stay hidden in the bathroom all day.”
“What if there was an extra person involved?” Sam shrugged.
Jen thought about it then said, “I am normal at the moment, aside from the strange taste in my mouth and the holes in my top...”
“Maybe if I pass it back, you can cooperate with someone else to fix your chest .... or whatever else I do to you...”
“That’s as good of plan as any...” Sam smiled.
“No sense in waiting then...” Jen replied before once again directing the curse at Sam...
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