Slutty

Picking through the clothes it feels more like a jumble of wires. You try to untangle them all while Alex looks on gleefully.

"See the shit we girls gotta go through? Better get used to it."

"Pssh, it's only for 48 hours. Well, okay. So the curse makes me super horny and super fertile. If I can go 48 hours without getting knocked up I turn back. If I can't then I'm a girl forever... what is this Alex?"

You hold up what looks like a single leather belt, something she'd put on over her jeans or something.

"J, that's a skirt."

"What in the world?! How?! Why?!"

"Look, there's a leather dyke bar the next town over. It's the only way I can meet real women and not the girls around here."

You sigh, shocked she never told you this before. You two have shared everything since kindergarten. Why keep this from you? Opting not to press the issue you try your best to wiggle the skirt up your legs and around your waist. After several minutes of effort, even with Alex's help, you concede.

"It's too small. Alex, am I fat?"

"What? God no. It's the hips. Curse gave you a serious set of birthing hips."

You ponder on that and glance back at the mirror. There's no doubt you have an hourglass shape to your new body. The hips as curved out as your breasts. Running your hands along your sides and feeling your hips, perplexed at the possibilities.