The Curse of Assumption

"Lauren Adkins." Chanted a voice three times. It was feminine and masculine, loud and quiet, hushed and shouting. In the depths of a cavern, it said her name two more times, finishing with the fifth; after that, it chanted once more.

"I curse you with the **** of ancient spirits, with the hex you deserve. Around you, oh Lauren of ease and comfort, many suffer, from you and the world. I bestow you an ability to assume the flaws and quirks of those less fortunate, the hardest problems, the most needy."

The voice chanted more, but it's cursed flowed, reaching the sleeping Lauren with ease.

Lauren Adkins hugged her mother for the millionth time, and promised to text her, and call her, and to keep in touch.

"Lauren. Your father and I are going to miss you. Gosh, off to college, I never thought I'd see the day..." Her mother said amidst tears. Her dad gave her one hug and then headed inside.

"Mom, I'll be alright. Think of it like a road trip. I'll be back one day!" Lauren replied with a smile.

Lauren Adkins was going to uni across the country. It'd been a hard sell to her parents, especially when she said she wanted to drive, but Lauren wanted to explore! Her dad was good with it when she got into an Ivy League, and her mom was convinced only after begging upon begging. 14 days of travel. She had a month to get to school, so she had more than that if she wanted, but for now, everything was planned for two weeks.

Hopping in the car, Lauren waved goodbye to her mother, small town, and entered (she felt) into the adult world.

All on her own! How wonderful! How free. She'd never ventured beyond the confines of her local area beyond vacations with family, but she hardly felt that could count; no, Lauren was the queen of her High School, and it was well deserved.

A valley of cleavage many desired, an ass to pop a quarter on, a face many would call sexy, not cute or adorable; only her height worked against her, but with heels and inserts, being so short never had harmed her all that much. Lauren smiled as she drove, having been prepared for this for weeks by this point.

She had no idea what lay in store for her when she stopped at a gas station to fill up and take a latrine break.

(OOC: Gist of this story is that the curse cast on Lauren will take a trait or negative thing someone has in her vicinity, and swap with Lauren, taking something from her. For example, if someone were allergic to makeup, I'd call that a negative trait, and they might trade their allergy with Lauren, who would then become allergic to makeup. These can be physical, mental, sexual, etc., but please try not to make it 'Lauren now becomes a bimbo and loses everything and FIN'.

Furthermore, I've deviated a bit in that Lauren still uses plastic, spanx, and other material, but is an expert at it, so her description of herself a few lines up seems very accurate to the outside world. Hope to inspire others with this story. Will be fleshing it out.)