Leaving her dorm room for class, the day it all began

The door clicked shut behind Mary-Kate as she set off towards her Math 201 lecture. She brushed a loose lock of long, brown hair back behind her ear, as she half-walked, half-jogged down the stairs from her second story dorm room, her small, taut ass, and modest breasts jiggling slightly as she went. As she pushed the front door of the dorm open, she was greeted by the fresh scent of recent rain, and the sun peeking through the clouds. All in all, for mid-September, the weather was quite mild.

She'd awoken that morning as she always did, taking a shower, eating a light, healthy breakfast, then dressing and heading out the door. Today, she'd chosen to dress simply, a pair of jeans and a white blouse over a matching white bra-and-panties set, and a pair of flip-flops. While her outfit was far from immodest, it did serve to highlight her tanned skin, and just how taut her ass really was.

She was a bit nervous about the evening, not that she'd let you know. She was the star forward for the college varsity soccer team, widely rumored to have a shot at the big leagues in her near future. Tonight was the big game with their rivals, a team every bit as good as hers. She knew the scouts would be out tonight, and she couldn't afford to slip up.

"Classes first, girl. You can't afford to let your grades slip!" With that cautionary thought to herself, she pushed the game from her mind. The faint slap-slap of her flip-flops trailed into Mr. Weatherby's lecture hall, stopping in a row of seats about halfway up the small amphitheater's seating, as she set her book and notepad on the small table that ran in front of the seats. She smiled and waved at a few other students she recognized, then settled into her seat as Mr. Weatherby strode through the doors, and over to his podium.

As Mr. Weatherby began his lecture, her pencil began scribbling notes. And, unbeknownst to her, a curse set itself in motion...