The Renouncement

Last Lauren peaked out through the window of the seedy motel room, she saw a big, black guy standing by her car. Apparently a friend of Dori's. True to her word, she did provide 'protection' for her car. And it somehow fascinated her how a girl of low status, a wanderer with no valid job, could provide better protection against cartheft in downtown than the police or even the most expensive garages. Though this fascination was short lived the moment she tried to converse with them. She learned their names and that they didn't really like her, but nothing useful that would help make her stay with them any easier. Misi was not very social and Dori was not very... intellectual. With Katarina busy making phone calls and looking up old notes, Lauren did the only thing she could do in the small, messy room. Sat on the couch with the Sisters watching cartoons...

After a long phone call, Katarina walked up to the couch and used a chalk to draw a circle with a few foreign symbols in it on the ground. She picked up the metal trash bin in the room and placed it in the circle. "First steps."

"What?"

"If the curse affects the appearance, which is the case with... teehee... your little boobies," giggled Katarina along with the other Sisters, "the cursed must rid themselves of any and all items empowering these changes."

"What does that mean?"

"Your falsies, your padded bra, anything I don't yet know of." explained Katarina. "They gotta go. They are only making the curses stronger, thus harder to lift."

"I can't do that. I... I'd look... silly without them..."

"Trust me, honey, you look more silly parading around with those balloons." snickered Dori.

"We're following ancient romani rituals here. Put aside your pride. We've already seen what little there was to see."

"Well said." agreed Misi.

"You're just messing with me." accused her Lauren.

"Why would I? Because I'm a monster?" sneered Katarina. "You know, I'm really starting to doubt my earlier decision of trying to help you. You're just not cut out for this kind of work..." she shook her head is disappointment.

Lauren just bit her lower lip as she reluctantly started unbuttoning her shirt again. Oh, the sacrifices she was willing to make for... well, for her own well-being... When she was down to her bra alone, she nervously glanced at the Sisters. She was not used to getting undressed in front of others, and she was not about to get used to it now. They may have seen 'something' before, but that didn't entitle them for more. "Can... can you at least turn away? Jeez..."

"Ugh..." rolled her eyes Katarina as she turned her back towards Lauren. The other two reluctantly followed her example. They would probably have plenty of opportunities to look at poor Lauren later.

"I still don't see what the big deal is. Not even television would censor them. Like they don't male nipples." snickered Dori.

Lauren pulled out her falsies, removed her wonderbra and quickly put her shirt back on. The silk hang loosely over her deflated bust. Some women might have been used to that feeling, but she definitely wasn't. Katarina turned back, and Lauren could see a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She pointed at the bin impatiently. Lauren looked at the bra and falsies in her hands one last time. She had paid a lot for them and felt defensless without the illusion they provided. But she placed them in the bin with a heavy sigh. The flasies landed with a thud.

"Good. Heels too." instructed Katarina.

"What? Why?"

"Because you're a midget." giggled Dori.

"They make you significantly taller. That counts toward 'affecting appearance'. The taller they make you, the more comfortable you are, and the easier the curses can latch onto you." explained Katarina.

Lauren removed her Louis Vuitton heels and held them over the bin. "Jeez, I'd love to wear something like that one day. Shame they gotta go." expressed her dissatisfaction Dori, as Lauren let go of them.

"Anything else?" asked Katarina, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

There was a moment of silence as the two women maintained eye contact. Eventually, with a groan, Lauren stood up, reached under her skirt and fished out a pair of silicone butt pads that provided her with the famous bubble butt men always drooled over. This, of course, elicited another round of laughter from all the Sisters.

"People stuff their panties too?" giggled Dori. "That's new..."

"Is that all?" asked Katarina in a serious tone.

Lauren nodded, her face flushed once again. She had dismantled all the walls that had kept her safe and comfortable in this shallow society. And it made her feel very naked. Like the little pig whose cottage had been blown down by the big bad wolf.

"Splendid. Now you gotta piss on them." said Katarina nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?"

"These rituals are extremely old. This has a symbolic meaning. That you renounce anything that aids the curses." Katarina pointed at the bin.

"Can I take it to the bathroom?" asked Lauren, nodding at the bin.

"No, the circle must not be broken."

"Why not draw the circle in the bathroom then?"

"Oops." shrugged Katarina apologetically.

"Can't I pee in another jar and pour it in the bin?"

"Well, aunty hasn't mentioned anything about that." frowned Katarina. "But it's probably better if it's fresh. That way it surely works."

"Get to it, then." urged her Misi.

"But I don't need to go right now." whined Lauren.

"At least try. Sooner we finish it the better." nodded Katarina.

Lauren walked up to the bin in the middle of the room. She glanced at her audience. "A little privacy?"

"The commercials are over." objected Misi. "We would miss the show then."

"It's fucking Tom & Jerry all night long!" burst out Lauren. "And they are reruns!"

"Well, not everyone got a TV in their childhood, princess." argued Dori.

Lauren just groaned. Katarina had returned to her notes and making phone calls, but Dori and Misi were not about the leave the couch. The couch, in front of which the bin she was supposed to use as a toilet was situated. She reluctantly removed her panties from under her skirt and stood over the bin. With a heavy sigh of resingation, she lowered her bottom down, making sure to hold her skirt in front of her privates as much as possible. God, the indignity of peeing in the middle of a room in front of an audience was maddening. She aimed to get it over with fast, but peeing on request was not that easy. She focused all her might on trying to pee while she actually didn't need to, but after several minutes of straining, she gave up.

"It's not going to work. I can't pee." she announced, disappointment in her voice.

"Oh, for the love of..." exlaimed Misi as she walked to the fridge, pulled out a jug and placed it in Lauren's hand. "Drink it."

"What's in it?"

"Milk."

"I can't drink milk. I'm lactose intolerant." explained Lauren.

"Well, we ain't got anything else."

"Can't you give me some water?"

"Trust me, you don't want to drink water from the tap here." said Katarina from the table. "You can have this," she held up the bottle she had been sipping from all night, "if you want."

"No, thanks..." said Lauren, faking a smile. That stuff was foul. Of course this was just like her luck. Why would a motel have clear water coming from the taps? Lauren eyed the jug of milk in her hand. Her legs were starting to go numb from crouching over the bin and she had no idea how much longer she could maintain that position. Plus Katarina had said it would be best to finish the ritual sooner rather than later. She berated herself for emptying her bladder when she had arrived home. But with no better options left, she opened the jug and started drinking.

"Drink up all of that milk! That's a good baba!" cheered Dori.

And Lauren did. She had no trouble with the taste of milk. It was her body that had trouble with an element of it. But it was a sacrifice she was willing to take. At least she knew she wouldn't die of it, or anything along those lines. When she had finished up the jug, she started concentrating on her bladder once again. And after a painfully long fifteen minutes, a steady stream of urine started dripping into the metal bin.

"Attagirl." cooed Dori. "Our little baba is potty-trained."

"I bet she's proud of herself."

Actually, she was. Once she had finished, she reluctantly wiped herself dry with her own silk panties. They were too loose to wear now anyway. "I'm done." she announced proudly. She was glad it was finally over. Though that milk would come back to haunt her later, she was sure of it.

"Good. Now, burn it." said Katarina, handing her a box of matches.

"You want me to burn my pee like little brats?"

"And the things you renounce, yes." nodded Katarina.

"Fine." said Lauren and did just that. She had already given up those items and peed on them. Why not burn them as well? She dropped a lit match in the bin. The smell was unpleasant, but kind of fit the state of the room.

Katarina spoke a few indistinct words into the fire. A sight that made Lauren all the more afraid of her. Then she stood up and smiled like nothing had been out of the ordinary. "This little ritual is done. Good job. The curses should be weaker now."

"Shouldn't the flames turn blue or something?"

"Don't be silly. That's just in tales and movies. It is done."

"What now?" asked Lauren.

"That's it for now. I've compiled a little list of things we'll be needing on our journey. I'm sure Misi and Dori would be happy to take care of the shopping, yes?" she looked at the two Sisters, who despite the show still running nodded in agreement. "Splendid. Now if only someone well off could provide them with a credit card..."

"You mean me?" asked Lauren, taking the not-so-subtle hint.

"No, I meant the cockroach in the corner. Of course I meant you! All this is for you, after all." explained Katarina. Well, most of it anyway...

"Like what?"

"Incense, candles, chalks, salt. Do I really need to read all of it out loud?"

"Fine," relented Lauren, handing over her credit card, "but get me a new bra as well."

"Why even cover the little nubs up?" snickered Dori, before Katarina shot her a silencing gaze.

"What size do you wear... I mean, what size would you wear? At the moment. You know, in your... case..."

"About... 29AA..."

The Sisters burst out into loud laughter. "Then you truly haven't grown an inch since school..." snickered Katarina.

"Of course not! Because of your stupid curse!"

"Right, sorry..." she took her list to the table and scribbled something down on it. "I just added 'tiniest bra available'. In case they only have adult sizes..." she smirked. Then handed the list and Lauren's credit card to Dori, "Off you go!"

And so they did. With the numb numbs gone, Lauren was stuck with Katarina for the time being. To 'weaken the bond' between cursed and caster, she kept saying. Well, if it was any consolation, she had been the least mean of the Sisters thus far, so she didn't mind staying by her side. It was still not easy staying so close to the bully who had ruined her life in school, but she was set on following her instructions. Whatever they may be.

At least that was what she thought at the moment.