"Dare" said Jen dejectedly.
Gillian smiled. "I dare you to love me for as long as you're alive." She hugged Jen. "Oh darling! I could never do anything to hurt you!"
Jen suddenly felt a great icky tide of love wash over her cold amoral heart, and she hugged Gillian in return.
"Oh Gilly dearest! Neither could I!"
Sam looked on, nearly ready to gag.
Jen whirled around to face him. "And I'll prove how much I love you in a minute Gilly! But first let's send this little shit of a brother to the pet cemetary! Adios Sa--!!"
Jen looked on in surprise at her brother. "I told you watch the hair!" Sam giggled, writhing out of the sheets so that his genitals could be clearly seen. His muscles, once quite advanced for a 16 year old's, had receded and left him skinny and lanky, while his tufts of arm-pit hair slowly withdrew into his skin. His face softened and grew curvier, and the hair on his shrinking, wiggling legs sank back into fuzz. Sam spoke again but his voice was unsteady and wobbled before breaking.
"You see Jen, when Frank bought the farm I decided I needed better help. So I went looking for the one person who was experienced in transform or dare."
"But--"
"But what? Your hench-bitch found me in that trap hours after she finished lugging poor Frank to the swamp. You think I was in wolf-boy form for the entire day? That was just the result of a brief conjugal session with my new friend."
"I don't understan--"
"You're not the only one who can get help Jen. You thought you could replace me. Guess what? I already replaced you. Aw, look, my pee-pee's getting small!"
He nodded toward his once dark, sausage-like penis, now shrinking downward into a pale nub. His pubes thinned down, until the curled hairs on the little bush now left began straightening and receding, until just a few long wisps were left fronting the tiny nozzle and balls. "It tickles!" cried Sam, closing his eyes in mirth and clasping his toes with his stubby fingers, his face shrinking into a small boy's.
Jen looked on pole-axed. The six year old boy on the table chirped: "See Jenny, all the big me wanted was a nice big she-wolf to put his junior in"--to demonstrate he held his tiny equipment and pointed it at her--"a big she-wolf that did everything I said. And my new friend said he was willing to be one for big Sam. But only at a price--"
Sam stood up on the bed as the chains fell off of him. He smiled like a very bright child, which he was, at the dumbfounded girls.
"--See, Kyle likes boys."
He giggled and jumped off the bed, giggling.
"Little boys!"
He ran through the hallway as the girls chased after him, all around the house. They spent a fruitless 10 minutes searching all over for the tiny scamp, until they found a slightly open window in the front hallway. They ran to the front door just in time to watch him walk in. "You little shit!" snarled Jen.
He smiled. "See Jenny, it's cause you said 'it's time'-- that's the trigger Kyle gave me. Speaking of Kyle... Do you wanna meet my friend Jenny?" He turned. "Sic 'em boy!"
A buxom multi-breasted she-wolf leapt through the open door and sprang upon Gillian, burying her fangs in her throat.