"This curse is bullshit, but I'll choose dare." Jen said, wondering how a fourteen year old pervert could still believe that curse exists. Although, he is a pervert, so he might want to use the curse for more than just 'run into mommy and daddy's room and tell them you want to be a cow for Halloween'.
"You chose dare, huh? Well in that case, for your dare you will begin to poop in places you aren't supposed to. You will start by shitting in front of the toilet, over the next week you will start to shit in sinks. After sinks, you will shit in bathroom garbage cans, then go to the urinals in the boys room to poop, then just outside the bathroom. Then, your new toilet will be different depending on where you are. If you are at home, or in another place with beds, you will seek out a bed. If you are at school, you will go in someone's locker. If you are anywhere else, you will just shit in your panties wherever you are. Then you will seek out dressers or closets and drinking fountains. You will continue to progress away from the bathroom, and after a year you will just shit on the ground. You and I alone will notice these changes, and you will know that you should be going somewhere else, but will be unable to remember where or how. Even if you ask someone to show you how they use the bathroom, you will believe they are doing to wrong. You will give the curse back to me with the dare 'I dare you to go on a date with me tonight - my treat' whenever you receive it. You will respond to it how I want you to, however you will believe you made that choice."
"Whatever... Transform or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to go on a date with me tonight - my treat!"
"My pleasure, Jennifer!" Kyle said smugly, "I'll see you tonight! And maybe by then, I'll have an idea for what to curse you with next." And with that, he hung up.
"Creep..." Jen muttered, before continuing to put on her clothes.
As she finished dressing for the morning, she felt the familiar pain in her gut telling her to take a dump. She could usually ignore it for a few hours, but decided to follow her body's advice and take a shit because she felt fit to burst and wouldn't see another bathroom until she got to school. Entering the upstairs bathroom, she took her usual spot in front of the toilet and started to shit, logs dropping against the cool tile of the bathroom.
Halfway through, Jen's mind caught up with the instinct that her body had been operating on up to this point, and she quickly stood up in a panic. This wasn't right! She's not supposed to shit in front of the toilet! She's supposed to... Supposed to...
To Jen's growing horror, she realized that she couldn't remember how she was actually supposed to go to the bathroom. She knew that just shitting in front of the toilet was completely wrong, but she couldn't think of any other way of doing it. She felt a pit growing in her stomach, and it took a moment for her to realize she was starting to squat over the floor again. She screamed and stood back up, then hurriedly wiped her ass with toilet paper and threw it into the toilet (she felt that part at least was right), then flushed and quickly left the bathroom, and her pile of shit, to finish her morning routine before the bus arrived.