Get home safe, but fast.

Ramona drove as fast as she could while still driving safely. She parked on the street infront of her house and felt, more than heard the alert from her phone. It was not a happy tone. The buxom cheerleader looked over at where her phone was, and felt a deep compulsion to pick it up.

Looking at the screen showed a very unhappy game. The screen was dark and her avatar looked like it was on its deathbed. For somereason she felt a deep sympathy for her digital self, perhaps it had something to do with 'thinking the part'.

As she read the screen she realized failing to play the game had more consequences than she thought. Missing one whole round assigned her all three of the curses she would have had to choose from: 'Fresh Start,' 'Busty Petite,' and 'Smooth as Silk'.

A fresh tingle passed over her body and she shivered. Then a fog settled over her mind for a moment and she had to shake her head to get rid of the mist which had delved into her memories.

After the tingle had passed Ramoana looked up and realized her mirrors were all wrong. She couldn't see out of the rear view mirror, nor were the side mirrors at the right angle for her anymore. "What the heck," she asked out loud before reaching up to adjust the rear mirror, and discovered her next change. Her breasts were much larger, and much perkier. "Urgh, 'busty petite,'" she said out loud to no one and then looked down.

Her breasts had been a large natural C-cup before her curse, now they were at least an E-cup, and extremely firm and perky. Squeezing them together showed they were natural, but they definitely were a distraction now. Checking her height was awkward, but she was five foot eight inches tall when she left the school, now, she would be pushing it if she were even five feet tall now, and all tits.

As she was inspecting her new curves, the bustier cheerleader felt something else, especially when she touched her nipples. It was like she had never felt pleasure like that before. The thing was, Ramona played with her nipples all the time. It was one of her favorite things to do. She could pull up the memory of that very morning when she got off by fingering herself and playing with her stiff peaks. Now though, she felt anxious, her belly muscles jumping and twisting inside. She thought to herself, "I'm acting like some kind of vir..."

All color drained from her face as she slipped her hand down the front of her new, slutty cheer outfit. The closer she got to her clit, the more anxious she got. The pit of her stomach felt tight and nervous, like she was doing something she shouldn't be doing. Gingerly the young cheerleader eased a finger inside her much tighter pussy, only to be stopped by her hymen, which she had lost on her eighteenth birthday. This must be what 'fresh start' meant.

It was then she realized something else. As she pulled her finger middle finger out, feeling breathless and virginal, Ramona noticed her lack of any blemishes on her skin. Although she wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, she did have a few spots of body acne, and bumps where her waxing job wasn't as good as it should have been. Now though? She was hairless, blemish free, and as smooth as silk, just like the curse promised...even her pussy was silky smooth and getting more than a little wet

Sitting in her car gathering her feelings, Ramona felt a tingle pass over her brain. Her anxiousness went through the roof, and her face felt hot, like when she thought about someone she was crushing on, but turned up to eleven.

Grabbing her bag and exiting the car, Ramona headed to the house, unlocked the door, went inside and bolted for her room. Before she could reach it though, the feelings she'd been **** to think went away, and she sighed.

Then her phone went off again, indicating it was time for another round.