Weakened Seams

Grace looks at the mirror, seeing her reflection as the words sink in. Just as she started to think that her imagination was getting to her, she then started to get another headache. Rubbing her temple, the voice comes back, ' Since you had no issues destroying my property; from now until this curse ends, your clothing will be unable to withstand any strenuous activity or strain. Whenever your clothing must stretch or hold against pressure, they will fail. Until you learn to respect others' belongings, your own will no longer respect your privacy. So spoketh by me, so shall it be til the curse is lifted! '

Grace gasped, looking around as her headache soon went away. 'Was that just real? Where did that voice come from?' She then closed her eyes as thoughts rushed through her mind, taking all of the information in. 'Was that just from my dream? I swear I have heard that voice before today. Is what it said even real?' Grace shook her head to try and clear head, but as she did other thoughts came. 'What curse could it have been talking about?'

Grace thought nothing of it as she pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head. However, as her head stretched the collar, she heard a distinct "RIP" sound. She pulled the shirt off and looked at it. The collar had split where her chin had stretched it.

"That's weird..." She said, but then went to remove her bra.

As soon as she touched it, the band snapped, exploding off her body and exposing her bare DD-cup breasts. Gasping in surprise, she took a breath to calm herself.

"Just a coincidence. I'm not cursed..." she tried to reassure herself.

However, as she touched the waistband of her panties to push them down, the elastic broke, sending her panties down to her ankles, which the now naked Grace whimpered in response.

"Let's me just take a shower.." she mused as she entered the shower and scrubbed.