With a green flash of ethereal light, Alara’s life changed forever. She could do nothing but watch as the curse her worst enemy had sprung on her ran its course. The curse had been designed with all the malice of a true rival - it struck her in all of her most sensitive weak spots, playing on each of her insecurities, stripping her of that which she loved.
Alara whimpered as she fell to her knees, naked, watching her curves disappear, draining away into flat androgyny. She felt the fat drain from her lips, her breasts, her ass, her hips. Her once C cup breasts were now sizeless. No bra would support them. They were little more than nipples with a small bulge of fat beneath now. All the curves she had once enjoyed...gone.
But the magic did not stop there. No, it kept taking and taking until she looked almost freakishly skinny, warping her body to the curser’s demands. She was exposed, and so were the parts that embarrassed her most -- her dark pussy lips, her larger-than-average feet, her dark nipples. Each of these were touched by the curse.
Her feet expanded just slightly, making them even more prominent now that they were attached to such skinny, curve-less legs. Her pussy lips wrinkled and stretched, growing long enough to hang down between her now-massive thigh gap. Her nipples darkened and expanded, no longer the lovely pink nubs they were just moments ago.
She stumbled as the spell surged through her with a pulse of sexual energy. Her enemy was nowhere to be found. Alara stood alone in the middle of the square, looking almost bow legged atop her new skinny legs and prominent, if not shapely, feet. Her tiny, dark nipples hardened. If it weren’t for her long hair and lack of male parts, any observer from afar would have thought she was a boy.
The last thing the spell stole was her feminine voice. With a pop the spell concluded, leaving her with a perfectly androgynous voice, plain lips, flat chest, ultra-skinny build, and too-big feet. Only moments ago, she had been a tall, busty woman with undeniable femininity. But that was before she lost this round. There was still a chance she could win in the end, but these changes were permanent. She would be living the flat-chested, androgynous life for the rest of her life.
Tears fell onto her featureless chest as Alara wondered how it was possible that she was now considering ways to stuff her shirts when she got back home. She absent-mindedly fiddled with her abnormally long inner lips, realizing she now had to hope to find a guy who didn’t mind flat girls. She knew her exes up to this point wouldn’t fuck her new boyish form if she paid them.
A great wave of post-curse weariness overcame her. She fell to the ground, her legs sprawling awkward. Hazily looking down, she realized that this was the sight she would be seeing during sex for the rest of her life: her spindly legs spread out, her big feet in sight, her skinny pussy isolated in the great space between her thighs.