Cursed by the Glitter

“Grrrrrr,” said Tara, trying to shake glitter from her hair. “Stupid fairies! They make me feel like I need a good spanking.”

We stared at Tara.

“What?” said Bit.

Tara blinked. “I need a spanking,” she said. She turned and leaned forward. “I’m a bad girl! I need to be spanked!”

What the hell?

“Tara,” said Bit, “you’re sounding really weird to me...me...me...me so horny...!”

“Spank me!” said Tara. “I’m a bad girl!”

“Me so horny!” said Bit. “Sucky sucky! Me love you long time!”

Alice shook her head. “What’s wrong with them?” Then she looked at me and her eyes widened. “And why are you changing? Your...your hair is going completely blonde!”

“It’s...it’s the glitter,” I said, giggling. “They totally magicked up the glitter and stuff. You’re changing too! You’re, like, turning into a totally cutie booty black girl, y’know?”

Alice held out her hands as she confirmed what I had just told her. Her pale white skin was darkening to a soft chocolate mocha as her dirty blonde hair darkened and thickened into a long black mane. Her eyes shifted to a warm caramel, set above thick, sensuous lips.

The biggest change, though, was her midsection. Her waist cinched in slightly as her hips widened to better frame her now swelled bubble butt.

I giggled. “Ummmmm...Alice, you totally got back now, baby!”

Alice stamped her foot. “Those stupid fairies!” she said. Then she shook her head. “You really look like a bimbo right now. And your boobs really complete the picture. Your nipples are so hard right now.“

My arms were instinctively crossed over my massive boobs. I already felt naked from being dressed in nothing but latex, and these frickin’ huge tits weren’t helping at all. And now this blonde hair and silly vocabulary was making me look like an airheaded bimbo. Then I glanced at Bit’s brother John and realized I wasn’t the only one having boob trouble.

John now had a rack that rivaled mine.

“Stupid fairies!” he said, arms crossed over his bare breasts. “Why did they give me tits? I’m not even wearing a top!“

“I’m a bad girl!” said Tara, wiggling her bottom. “Please, spank me!”

It was obvious that Tara was trying not to say those things, but it was happening anyway. I almost felt bad for her.

“Me so horny!” said Bit, looking infuriated.

Alice sighed. “We’re going to have to go to Millicent.”

I giggled. It was hard to concentrate on what Alice was saying. Still, it sounded like a good idea.

“Ummmmm,” I said. “You’re probably right and stuff. But, first I wanna do something, ’kay?”

Alice shrugged. “Fine.”

I giggled. “Hey, Tara!” I said. “C’mere, cutie!”

Tara’s eyes widened, but she spun and thrust her bottom at me. “I’m a bad girl!” she said. “I deserve a spanking!”

“Yeppers!” I said. Then I lifted her cheerleader skirt and began slapping her ass with the palm of my hand.