not yet at least

As the movie credits roll your family has put the thoughts of your respective curses out of your minds. "Well, I still need to study" your sister says as she quickly jumps from her seat. "Don't knock up john while I'm gone" she teases, leaving the room.

"It is getting close to lunch. I'm thinking soup and sandwiches. Just something quick." Your mother states, moving quickly to the kitchen. This left you and your father alone. an awkward silence permeates the room. Your father eyes you up and you get uncomfortable.

"John is that shirt really all your wearing?" He questions. The question catches you of gaurd. You had forgotten about that, your face turning red in embarrassment.

"Y-yeah. Nothing in my closet fits anymore. I don't know if you noticed but I am quite a bit shorter now." You hesitantly respond. Laughing at your words he speaks further.

"I noticed! Your shorter than your sister now. We probably don't have anything in the house you can wear. After lunch I'll take you clothes shopping." His gaze falls lower until he's starting at you nearly exposed privates. He clears his throat. "We need to take every procotion. Which means you need to stop flaunting your body around" your mother calls you for lunch and you both move to the kitchen. Your family eats in silence for most of the meal.

"I'm taking john to get some proper clothes. Even so she needs something to cover her more thoroughly so we don't get stoped by the police. It'll be a little big on her but you still have that green sun dress right dear?" Your father says.

"Oh, yes I'll get it for you now" mother says as she Rushes from her seat.

"You can do that after lunch" dad calls

"Oh, don't worry honey I get it out of the way now then you and John can get on your way faster" your mothers words cause you to think about how kind and caring she is. She dose so much for the family you hope that if you ever have children you'll be the same. With that thought your arousal spikes again. Your own body turns you on and the thought of children turns you on. Could the curse get any worse?

"It's just on the couch!" Your mother says cheerfully. "However I've been thinking. I should take her instead. This may be the last time I get to pick out clothes for one of our children. What with them being grown and all."

"I can pick out my own clothes" you protest

"As a man! But what cup size are you, what size panties do you wear, and what skirt will look cutest on you." Your mother jabs back.

"I like this idea! Your mother getting you dolled up and cute could destract us from our curse. It's phycology, treat you like a child and our partnernal instincts kick in to protect you. Even from ourselfs. Besides it's only for two days, and will make your mother happy." Your father says.

"It's settled then!" Mother states

"I really don't get a say in this?" you whine