Natasha walked out of her English classroom and sighed. Her class had just been tested on Unseen Poetry and she was pretty sure she had failed.
"Why do we have to study poetry? Actually, why English in general? I already speak fluent English.", complained Natasha.
She walked down the corridor towards the lunch hall when...
"Oh my God, look at her ass and how it jiggles..."
Natasha whipped around to find Jessica and a group of her friends pointing at her and laughing. That was it for Natasha. She stormed off, signed out of school and started to walk home for lunch, muttering about Jessica and cursing her. She was so caught up in that she didn't notice the old man in front of her, walking at half her speed.
They collided. Natasha, usually courteous, became angrier.
"Look where you're going!", She told the old man.
The old man said to her, "How about you look where you are going? After all, you bumped into me."
Natasha cut him off. "Look here, you old coot. If you want to make fun of me, don't bother. I've had it up to here with people insulting me."
The of man looked confused. "I wasn't..."
He was cut off again. "I don't want to hear it. Out of my way!"
Natasha pushed past him, accidentally knocking him over. She didn't stop to help. She also didn't listen when the old man shouted after her.
"Insulting me, I'm fine with. But pushing me over and not helping? That's not nice! A girl like you needs to learn some people skills. I curse you! May you and your body never be the same again!"
Natasha finally arrived home. She regretted knocking over the old man. When she had calmed down, she wanted to go back, but the old man might 'curse' her again. That got Natasha wondering.
What did he mean by a Curse? Like the magic kind, or the verbal kind? These thoughts were pushed aside while she was making lunch.
After finishing her cheese and lettuce sandwich and washing it down with a glass of milk, Natasha couldn't be bothered with school. She decided to play the Sick game with her mother, even though she was on a business trip in London and wouldn't be back for a week or so.
Tromping up the stairs, Natasha looked through her collection of old sick notes from her mother and picked out a suitable one.
"Dear Sir or Madam. Natasha was unable to come in to school as she had a terrible stomach ache. Signed, Francis... Well, it's true...".
For the first time, Natasha felt nauseous. She quickly deducted that it was due to the food she had ate and played no mind to the 'curse' of the Old Man. She did feel really tired though.
Natasha undressed and put on a pair of pyjamas. She then fell onto her bed and promptly fell asleep.
Natasha awoke, late during the night. A quick check of her alarm clock confirmed this. It read 2:10 AM. Despite several attempts to get back to sleep, Natasha felt different. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could feel it. She decided to go to the bathroom.
In the bathroom while washing her hands and splashing some water in her face, she noticed something in the mirror.
What does Natasha notice that's different about her body?
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