"D-da..."
"Too late Jen!" Kyle gleefully yelled into the phone. "Now I can give you bo-oth" he sang happily. "For your transform, you will not change physically, much, only enough to get your job done. You will be immortal. Your mouth will be able to spit out tickets and your pussy will be able to take in coins, or your pussy will be able to drop cans of soda and your mouth can take money depending on what you are. That's it." Jen sighed in relief. Sure, it made no sense, but she would always be able to have some soda. "But you have forgotten about the dare, miss Smith. For your dare others will see you as either a vending machine or an arcade machine. As an arcade machine, people will have to 'button mash' to get more tickets, but in reality they are working on your tits, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible. You will have an Easter egg where if a player has vaginal sex with you, you give them double the tickets. When you are a soda machine, people will input their cash, and then pick a soda, while in reality they are getting you to orgasm by fondling your boobs, at which point the desired soda pops out of your pussy. Every other month you will switch modes and location, always staying within Glendale. You will still have your basic needs, despite being immortal, so you feel better when you are fed and have drink. People will feed you and give you drinks, but you will be unable to move outside of a square yard of your starting position. Also, nobody will be able to hear you or notice you do anything that a machine would not do. Have fun!" Click
Jen stared at the phone for a second before setting it down and telling herself, "well that was weird." Before blacking out.
Jen woke, leaning against a pole, and took in the stale, sweaty smell of the dimly lit room filled with flashes and the din of many machines trying to outdo each other for people's quarters. Then she noticed that she was naked. "AHHHH!" She screamed, realizing her predicament. She tried to run and find a bathroom or something, but was quickly stopped by an invisible wall. "What... Is this?" Jen pondered, placing a hand on the solid air. Feeling around, (and stepping in some spilled soda) she found that she was trapped in a space about a square yard big. Square yard... The curse! "Ok Jen, you are naked, stuck in a small square in an arcade, and at any time a bunch of nerds are going to be shoving coins into me and mauling my tits. And I am stuck like this. For two months. Then I get to be a soda machine. Yippee! And I'm immortal, so this will continue to cycle."
"Opening time!" An employee calls from somewhere in the building, saying two words that somehow make Jen break down faster than any movie could.