The Curse

Dafne was rich and spoiled and her parents paid for her house, complete with pool even after she flunked out of college because she spent more time partying and trying to become an influencer than studying. She did make a modest amount of money as an influencer.

But she was also a mean bitch. In college, she had joined a sorority, and was constantly needling the other girls on their clothing choices, hair, make-up, and there was on girl she constantly kidded for her "tiny titties and ghetto booty."

One day she was lying out naked before taking a dip to cool off. When she got out of the pool, she saw a sight she could not believe. It looked like an elderly woman with gossamer wings. "Who the fuck are you?" asked Dafne.

"I'm your fairy godmother. Sorry, I've been out of your life, but it was a good thing. I hate to think I was assigned to a pathetic bitch like you."

"Look," said Dafne, "I don't know what kind of joke this is, you demented mental case, but I'm calling the cops.

The woman had a wand, and she waved it in front of Dafne, then Dafne started to change.

"What the hell?!" screamed Dafne.

"Enjoy your new body," said the godmother, "there's a way to get your old body back, but I'm not going to tell you just yet." With a wave of the wand, the woman vanished.

"This can't be!" screamed Dafne as she looked at her new body: tiny tits and pear shaped. She knew none of her jeans, panties, skirts, or dresses would fit now, as all of them were...or had been...form fitting. She ran to the back door of her house and found it was locked. "Are you kidding me?!"