My sister Sheri was always crying about how hard her life
was. How in even after getting good
grades and getting accepted into a good college, she still had to keep up with
the university cheer squad, keep herself pretty for her boyfriend, and impress
the girls of her sorority. I completely
disagreed saying that all of her problems had such good benefits. Being on the cheer squad meant free admission
to the football and basketball games.
Keeping her boyfriend meant getting to drive his new Porsche. And being in a sorority meant a never-ending
panty and nighty sleep over!
Sheri thought I’d change my mind once I got into college and
had to work hard myself, but I breezed through everything. My good grades got me into the same school as
her. My talent got me onto the baseball
team and got me free admission to the school’s gym. I kept my girlfriend happy and got to drive
her Dad’s Mercedes. And the frat I
joined gave me the best bunch of buds a guy could ask for.
When she said that these were all different for a girl, I
just laughed it off and said that she was being both sexist and supporting a victim’s
mindset. That was obviously too far as that’s
when she pulled out that old book and cursed me. It took me a good two weeks to get used to my
new short, curvy, busty body, and even longer to realize what exactly the curse
meant. But eventually I got over it and
went back to enjoying life as much as possible.
I tried out for and got accepted into the cheer squad and
within a single season made my way to the team’s leadership council. It was especially satisfying to get Sheri
tossed off the team when she tried to haze me against the rules. I didn’t rush the sorority that Sheri was in,
but only because it was all about parties and I wanted to make some good
contacts for after school. When Sheri’s sorority
got it’s charter revoked for serving alcohol to minors I did at least get to
serve as her ‘big sister’ when she rushed my sorority. And for my last piece of making lemonade out
of this curse’s lemon’s, I’ve stolen Sheri’s boyfriend away. It turns out I like sex a LOT as a girl and
now I can be found driving around campus in David’s Porsche.
Oh, and for the curse itself? I guess it’ll never end as I didn’t learn any
of the lesson’s Sheri set out for me!
source: fuskator
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