"Time's up, you get both!" Kyle proclaimed with glee.
Jennifer's heart sunk. She didn't believe the curse was real, but for someone to be invoking it with such confidence...lost in thought and frozen in fear, she didn't respond.
"Everyone knows how proud you are of your tits. Ever since you hit puberty and they started getting more and more attention, you've used them to string along at least half the males at the school. But I don't think you've ever given them the proper attention they deserve. For your dare, you will develop an unconscious habit of fondling your breasts, and you won't realize that you're doing it until your pussy is soaking. Everyone around you will perceive this as normal, and you will forget this conversation and go about your day as normal." Jennifer was too shocked to respond. She didn't notice one of her hands already snaking its way around her left breast.
"For your transformation, your breasts will grow in size until another woman drinks from them. When they drink your milk, they will also contract your subconscious fondling. However if a man drinks from your tits, his life will become that of a woman, and he will contract the same condition. If you ever want some cock you better make sure that your partner doesn't try to suck your udders! Any questions?"
Jennifer moaned (?) slightly as she cursed him out, "You sick pervert! What, is that your fetish or something?"
Kyle just chuckled over the phone, "No, but it'll be your soon enough. Have a fun day." She could hear his smile through the phone, and it made her sick to her stomach. Then Kyle hung up.