Janice Sheridan watched in horror as her classmates were transformed into various personifications of fetishes by the infamous Transform Or Dare curse. Instead of becoming paralyzed with fear like most of the last few soon-to-change students, however, she bolted from her seat and fled the room, hoping to escape before the curse caught up with her as well. Nobody seemed to see her go, as the others were too involved with the chaos unfolding in the room. With classes still in session, the hallways were empty. Thankfully, the curse didn't seem to effect anyone outside of that one classroom. So, feeling somewhat safe after dashing through corridors, Janice came to a stop, leaning against a wall and breathing deeply to catch her breath. "Not gonna get me," she muttered to herself, defiant in the face of the ancient magic.
As she stood there, panting, Janice began to take notice that her shirt felt awkward and uncomfortable on her, as if the fabric were stifling and suffocating her. She fidgeted with it, adjusting her collar and smoothing out the fabric that had bunched slightly while she ran, but that didn't help. Then, as if that weren't enough, her jeans suddenly felt itchy and tight against her skin. Janice jiggled and shuffled in place, trying to shake out the tinglies that were suddenly upon her, but nothing helped her feel comfortable in her clothes. Finally, driven nearly to a state of panic, she grabbed hold of the front of her shirt and yanked at it as if she planned to pop the buttons off and pull it from her body. Instead of tearing fabric and popping buttons, however, her cute purple top turned to powdery dust as she pulled, disintegrating and falling away from her body and into nothingness. Janice gasped in shock and fright at the occurrence, leaving her torso and perky breasts covered with just her bra. A bra, it should be noted, that also felt uncomfortable and digging into her skin.
"Oh god, no, please no..." she muttered fearfully as she brushed at her denim jeans and they too turned into dust and dissolved into the air. She kicked and scraped her shoes on the floor and they too came apart, followed by her socks. Down to just her bra and panties, Janice took off running again before she found herself naked in the hallway. She didn't get three steps, however, when the door to the girls' restroom opened and a familiar face came charging out. "Heather!" Janice shouted to her best friend, but dear Heather had her eyes closed for some reason, and the inevitable collision between the two of them caused the left strap of Janice's bra to disintegrate, leading to her corresponding boob jigging free. "No!" Janice yelped in response.
"Janice?" Heather asked, opening her eyes and getting a good look at her nearly naked friend. "Thank... what happened to you?!"
"It's the Tra-" Janice cut herself short, not wanting to invoke the actual curse. "It's the 'T or D' curse. It's turning everyone in fifth period into, like, different sex gimmicks or something."
"Did it get you too?"
"My clothes are falling apart," Janice replied, hoping that explained things enough. As if proving her point, her earrings, necklace, and watch poofed into crumbs at that moment. "Do you have anything I can wear? Gym clothes or anything?"
"I'm headed home for early dismissal," Heather said, as the brainy girl was able to leave school early in exchange for her early college admission program. "Come with me. Let's get out of here before anything else happens."
"Thanks, Heather. Oh, thank god you found me when you did."
"What are you turning into?" Heather asked worriedly as they briskly walked. As they moved for the exit door, the last of Janice's bra came apart, followed by her panties, leaving the frightened girl trying to cover herself with her hands as best she could.
"So far, just someone naked. I hope that's all there is. The others... god, Heather... Rita Smith turned into a goth punk, Tina Wiley became a sexy teacher, Beth Diaz looks like a whore now... I barely recognized any of them after they changed, and none of them seem to know who they are anymore." A horrific thought occurred to her. "Heather, am I still me? Do I look like me?" She looked down at her own body to take inventory. Everything seemed the same, tanlines and all, and she definitely still knew who she was.
"As far as I can tell," Heather said, looking Janice's nude body over. "You're not, like, fat or covered in tattoos or anything."
"Oh, thank god," Janice said as she and Heather went outside into the sunlight. "Maybe I got away before..." she trailed off as she found herself stopping her dash and looking up into the sun for a moment.
Heather gasped in shock as Janice's body changed slightly right before her eyes. "Janice! You're tan all over!"
Sure enough, Janice looked down at herself to see her tanlines gone, her skin now sporting the rosy glow of someone who enjoyed healthy time outdoors sans her typical bikini. "Please, take me home," she nearly pleaded.
The two girls piled into Heather's prized Toyota. "Can I suggest my house instead? My folks are away for the week. Maybe we can figure something out without having to spook your family."
"Good idea," Janice admitted, and it wasn't uncommon for her to stay over at Heather's sometimes. Above all else, she really just wanted something to wear. "I can't believe this is happening," she went on as Heather drove. "I thought the curse was just some stupid urban legend!"
"Legends usually have a root in reality," Heather said, thinking of the horrors that had unfolded today. Her analytical mind tried to make sense of all the madness, but the Transform Or Dare curse was beyond rational reason.
"Heather," Janice said fearfully, shaking her friend from deep thought. "My boobs..." Heather took her eyes off the road for a moment to turn and look at Janice. As Heather watched, Janice's breasts slowly and gently enlarged just slightly, her nipples and areola growing proportionally until the nude girl possessed breasts that truly demanded to be adored. That feels so good... she thought, both scaring and delighting herself. "What am I?" she said, her voice cracking in fear.
Heather took that moment at the stoplight to suddenly figure it all out. "You're not trying to cover yourself anymore," she observed, as Janice had given up concealing her naked body from anyone who drove by them on the road.
"It doesn't seem to matter anymore," Janice said.
"You have a stunning tan, and your boobs are perfect. Hon... I think you're becoming a nudist."
"Oh my god," Janice whimpered as she buried her face in her palms just as her usual short hairstyle grew out, reaching down to her shoulders and glimmering slightly in the sunlight.
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