"More like do something with you," Kyle declared.
"What?" Jenny asked.
"No school for you," said Kyle. "Let's go discuss this at my place. I wish we were standing in front of my house."
Suddenly, they were standing in the curved driveway in front of of a giant mansion, maybe even bigger than the school. Jenny tried to reorient herself as Kyle bragged, "Only we Reality Masters can teleport -- that's what we call ourselves -- I mean, we did create new supersonic aircraft and high-speed trains for everyone, and cars put out no pollution --"
Even though he was in a much more attractive package, he still sounded like the same nerdy Kyle, Jenny thought. "Pretty big house for just you," she noted.
"My dad lives here, too, with my stepmom Katy Perry," said Kyle. "And also -- well, come on." He put a muscular arm around Jenny's waist and directed her to walk with him, not toward the front door, but around the side of the house.
"I wish you looked like you did right before you traveled to this world, wearing your cheerleading uniform," he said as they walked.
Jenny almost stumbled as her body morphed back to its old familiar self, attractive but not quite supermodel-quality, and her green-and-gold outfit returned to being a "G"-labeled sweater, pleated skirt, and sneakers.
"So here's the thing," Kyle continued. "I'm pretty much all-powerful in this universe -- limited only by the other Reality Masters -- and it turns out that I have some power throughout the multiverse. So I created this supposed 'Transform or Dare' curse in every universe where you and I have counterparts, and made sure I would get it at some point." He put his finger on an electronic lock next to a door that led inside the house. There was nothing but a landing and stairs going down.
They paused at the top of the stairs, and Kyle said, "As it's turned out, a fair number of those other Kyles decided to send you to a world like this, where everyone is powerful enough that you have no advantages over everyone. I've ensured you all end up here and not in some similar world."
His arm stayed around Jenny's waist as he directed her to descend to the basement. She suddenly realized what was going on. "Oh, my God --"
Kyle called, loud enough to be heard at the bottom of the stairs, "Girls, line up! We have another Jenny joining us." He lowered his voice to say what Jenny had just figured out. "You're now part of my harem of Jennys."
At the bottom of the stairs was a large room that was arranged like an army barracks but decorated like a teenage girl's bedroom -- carpeted, with beds covered by colorful comforters and pastel-painted walls. And standing there, looking a bit anxious, were a bunch of other Jennys.