High-school seniors, a month after the curse began, at the beginning of the school year.

Jill and Tracey are not who you would expect to be cursed. The identical twins, with their long brown hair and deep brown eyes, were definitely pretty, if not supermodels. Their C-cup breasts and firm asses had captured many a young man's imagination, despite the twins dressing fairly conservatively. They weren't prudes, but they also weren't ones to flaunt their bodies. Add in their always cheerful, friendly, outgoing nature, and they were the last people you'd expect to be cursed.

But cursed they were, for reasons they could not comprehend, something which had left the almost-inseparable pair at odds more than once in the last month, though they generally tried to reconcile their differences afterwards. While it had made the last month awkward, today would be something far worse than they had faced in the prior month.

Due to their birthday, and a school system that had refused to budge on not enrolling kids younger than five in kindergarten, even if it was only a few days before said birthday, had seen them start school a year later than some of their peers. Yesterday, they had turned 18. Today, they began their last year of high school, and they were understandably anxious.

Their morning had begun a bit earlier than most, as they had decided to try, yet again, to find a loophole in their curse, something which would let them survive the school year without the embarrassment they were soon to face, but to no avail. They had proven, yet again, that coats and dresses, for reasons inexplicable to them, counted as shirts, and, in the case of the dresses, pants. Ditto bathrobes and even towels. This frustrating turn of events had led them to their current predicament, debating how exactly they were to get to school, and more importantly, not get thrown out, considering what they each were wearing, or rather, weren't.

They had, as they had done the few times they had both had to go somewhere at the same time, attempted to divvy up what coverage they had. Their efforts led to Jill wearing a snug pair of boot-cut jeans, the flair at the base of the legs letting only her bare toes peek out from beneath their hems, if she stood still. Her breasts were hidden behind a plain black bra. As for Tracey, she was wearing a black T-shirt, loose enough to keep her nipples from poking through it, and a pair of black panties. On her feet she wore a pair of flats.

"Jill, I can't get on the bus like this! We should take the path through the woods. It'll keep us out of sight!" Jill looked Tracey in the eye and shot back with, "That's easy for you to say! You're the one wearing shoes! That overgrown path will play hell on my feet!" She gestured at her chest, while glaring at Tracey. "I'm not exactly thrilled about prancing around with my bra on display, but I'd rather that than walk through the woods!"

The twins glared at each other for a moment more, before one of them finally conceded defeat.