“Time’s up, Jake!” Kyle said with a hint of defeat in his voice. “Looks like you get both.” Jake wanted to say something snarky or insulting to the pathetic nerd. But a part of him somewhat believed in the stories of the curse and didn’t want to risk something absolutely horrendous happening to him.
“For your dare, you will not be able to wear any clothing that isn’t revealing of your, shall we call them, assets,” Kyle began. “You will enjoy your attire when around other people and believe that it is more appropriate for men to wear anyway. However, a part of you will still remember how you were before this phone call. You will also convince other guys to dress like you and believe that the clothing is appropriate. You will be able to convince girls that it is okay for men to dress like that with relative ease. You’ll have to work for it a little harder with guys.” What kind of sick, twisted fantasy is this?
“For your transformation,” Kyle continued. “Your body will naturally reflect any abuse directed at you onto the guy who said it. In other words, your body will cause transformations in other guys based on their own abuse, physical and verbal, at you, including any abuse you direct at yourself. You will also slowly transform in a way that you can eventually enjoy what you are causing.”
“What the hell is this?” Jake asked, speaking up for the first time since Kyle had started talking. “Why are you doing this to me? And why the insults thing?”
“It’s simple,” Kyle said. “I had to have gotten the curse from someone else. They made me target you specifically. They want guys to wear more revealing clothes. After this, my body is transforming, and I’ll be forgetting that I had this conversation with you. The insults thing I threw in myself so that you wouldn’t have to suffer as much. Be glad that you can still talk about this with others.” Kyle sighed on the phone. “Look, I can already feel my body starting to change. Just be glad there’s nothing else being done to you.” With that, Kyle hung up the phone.
Jake just stood there with his mouth slightly ajar. What was he going to do? Suddenly, the skin on his legs felt very uncomfortable. The pants were suffocating him. He had to get them off. Without really thinking about it, he shucked the pants off and discarded them on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief. That felt better, despite the internal feeling of general alarm that he had just taken off his pants and was now standing in the middle of his house with nothing but his boxers. He glanced down at them and nearly panicked. His dick was gone. After quickly feeling around, he realized that his dick was indeed still there. It was just those pesky boxers making it hard to believe that he even had one. He shucked them off too and went upstairs to put on something more appropriate.