“Well…this is all nonsense so go ahead and do your worst you little prick!”
“Feisty eh? But let’s see how long you can hold that attitude for.” Kyle gave his pre-prepared response to Jenny’s expected reply. “You see, time’s up now, so I can hit you with both if I so wish. And I do have one I’ve been working on that will rewrite EVERYTHING you‘ve ever known.”
“Whatever. I’m hanging up now.” Jenny scoffed as she hung up the phone, or at least, tried to. “Wha…”
“Sorry, but until I’m done, you can’t let go.” Kyle proclaimed with a little smugness in his tone. “I did my research you see.”
Now Jenny was beginning to feel the panic setting in. The Curse? It was real?
“W...wait…” She tried to make Kyle see reason.
“Nope. But since I’m so nice, I’ll at least let you know WHY I’m doing this.” Kyle cut in. “You see, I’ve been watching you for a while, your privileged lifestyle, with the fancy clothes, your own car, a live-in maid. And how you look down, beat down on those you deem your lesser, how you believe that you deserve to be well-off and others don’t, that you honestly ‘earned’ your right to live like that. And I have just the move to take you down a peg, or two, or forty-seven.”
“Wh-What are you…” Jenny was now unable to keep her voice from shaking.
“And as I said, I did my research.” Kyle interrupted again, knowing he would love the next part as much as Jenny would hate it. “The Curse you see, doesn’t have to be specific to just the target individual, I can go further if I so desire, all the way to a Global change if that is what I want. And I do.”
“Quit stalling and get to it!” Jenny screamed, wanting this nightmare call over and done with.
“As you wish. Now listen carefully as I won’t repeat myself. For the Transform, I’m adding a new species to the world, Lizard-Men, of which you’ll be a part of, and I won’t. They’ll come from thirty-five percent of the human population which will be changed in accordance with Family Lines. Bipedal, plantigrade, standing and walking like humans but with the claws and heads of lizards. Up to two tones of scale colour, green, brown, and blue as the main colours with tan, green, and blue-white for underscales if of a different tone. What else? Oh yes, while males have their ‘tools’ internal, I’ll be kind and let the females keep their breasts, in fact, yours will be a nice hefty 50HH. As for how this world works the Lizard-Men will very much be, Second-Class Citizens, at best. Segregated, last in line, stuck with all the menial jobs others don’t want. Refuse collection, waiters, maids, sewage works, maybe some trucking. Things like that. Are you following?” A lack of response outside of heavy ragged gasps signalled Kyle to press on. “And you might want to forget about the good clothes from now on, as discarded ragged remnants will be the best you can hope for, I do assume of course that you’ll even have that much to wear, so I hope your soles can handle the ground since footwear will be something you WILL find yourself longing for. I’ll also be making the world a different time, say, 1950’s. Thousand-Foot Hydrogen Airships, Chevy trucks and Bel-Airs, no more internet and cell phones. And don’t you worry yourself, you and I, we will be the only ones to remember what things used to be like.” Kyle finished with a cruel chuckle.
“You…you…can’t…” Jenny was positively whimpering now, her missing sock, panties and blouse completely forgotten as she hugged herself tight.
“I think I just did. And now for the Dare.” Kyle coldly stated. “For your Dare, you, will be unable to change this world I made, or permit anyone else to. You’re stuck in it, for good. One or two in it, other than me and you perhaps, but, no more. All of which will begin the moment I hang up.”
“No…no…” Her whole life, every luxury she had, could have wanted, the fine cuisine, the maid on service, parents willing to give her what she desired. All gone?
Tears trickling out of her shut eyes, all she heard was the monotone of the phone now that Kyle’s rewriting of all she’d ever known began to take effect, already feeling her skin become rough and swelling in places. Her skirt and bra becoming torn and fading away, her hair disappearing in clumps.