Upgrade Ritual

Sitting on the school roof alone during lunch Whitney couldn't help but go over the dismal embarrassing week she’d been having. First her skirt suddenly falls down in the middle of the hallway. Exposing her kiddie panties to her crush.

The next day her old sports bra burst during volleyball practice. Completely ruined she was left running and jumping around in a thin white low side tank top. Her nipples painfully obvious as they indented against the fabric, along with tons of untanned side boob peeking out. The whole ordeal might not have been so bad, if only the boys team weren’t practicing right next to them.

Then the next day she was practically **** by her older sister to try on some of her clothes. Planning on giving whatever fit to her as hand-me-downs, with the rest going to charity. Of the many items there were tons of risque underwear and swimsuits. All of which she tried on, walked out into her sisters room doing an amateur model job, posing and all, before going into the bathroom to repeat with another outfit. At some point Whitney realized her sister's window blinds were wide open. And there, while posing in a lacy black bra and thong set, she locked eyes with a small group of boys watching enraptured.

Three times in just as many days she’d suffered humiliating near nude situations in front of many people. “Well the first one wasn’t as bad as the other two… only it happened right infront of fucking Mike ugh whyyyyyyyy?!” She whined in her head. “Now I can’t even face him without blushing and running off like some cringey love interest in a romance novel. Hell I can’t even go to lunch normally with all those eyes staring as if waiting for my clothes to vanish. I just want a… normal… school… life” she thought as her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy. Already laying down to relax, she let out a heavy yawn before slowly drifting off.

…

By the door to the roof, a certain raven haired witch pumped her fist in excitement. “It worked!” She whispered triumphantly. Then quickly but quietly stepped through the door and made her way to the girl she just knocked out with a sleep spell.

[Minor Sleep Spell- when the target is already relaxed and in resting position this spell will lull them into a light sleep. (Drawbacks: any loud noises, sudden jostles, or firm touches will instantly wake them)]

“Glad I followed her up here, gave me the perfect opportunity to give this Curse the jumpstart it needs” Allison thought to herself, remembering the advice the Voice had given her after she voiced how dissatisfied she was with the progress of the Curse.

“Curse… Incremental… Slowly… Builds… Snowballing… Add… Momentum… Grow… Quicker” The Voice, as Allison has dubbed the entity tied to the Curse, answered. With some interpretation she figured it meant that she needed to “feed” the curse herself if she wanted more intense natural results. Otherwise it would keep just being underwear flashes and near exposures for a while.

“I’ve already shown a boob, so there’s no way I’m letting her off with anything less… ah who am I kidding. I want her to suffer multiple times more than that. Especially for taking Mike’s attention. So snip snip bitch” Allison thought as she pulled out a pair of scissors and got to work.