A little kindness goes a very little way

Gina’s mind went back to the voice she heard only minutes ago, and vaguely remembered it saying something about being nice lifting the curse.

Gina very slowly placed her panties back in place, carful not to move her clit too much. For a moment it felt unbearable to have the cloth even touch her, but after a few seconds she was able to calm herself. She turned and opened the door, and did her best to put on a friendly smile.

‘Just be nice for a couple seconds, and this will all be over.’ She thought to herself.

“Sorry about knocking you over earlier little bro. I should have been paying more attention. Bathrooms all yours.” She said. Tom looked at his sister like she was some kind of alien, almost unable to comprehend the word ‘sorry’ coming out of her mouth. Gina just continued to smile, internally screaming for Tom to hurry up and go into the bathroom. After a few more seconds, her wish was granted.

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” He replied, before awkwardly shuffling around her and closing the door.

Gina didn’t waste any time pulling the waistband of her skirt and panties away, eagerly watching her clit go down...

...barely more than a quarter inch.

Gina just stared at her crotch, her clit still over two inches long. She waited, and waited some more, expecting it to continue shrinking down to normal size, but it never did.

In frustration, Gina brought her hands to her head, and was about to shout in anger, but instead just gasped as she fell to her knees. She had accidentally allowed her waistband to snap back into her, pinning her clit upwards. She fell forwards, the strange mix of pain and pleasure making her legs turn to jelly. Gina laid still for a minute, face down on the floor.

Finally, realizing she couldn't stay on the floor forever, she slowly moved her hands down below to fix herself. Standing up carefully so as to not cause anymore unfortunate accidents, she began to walk towards her room.

“Gina, where do you think you’re going? If you don’t hurry you’ll miss the bus.” It was Gina’s mother. Gina wanted to just ignore her, but was afraid the curse would interpret that as being mean.

“I don’t think I can go to school today.” Gina said.

“And why exactly is that?” Her mother asked.