(AN to everyone: Please do not literally copy and paste someone else's post just to switch around some things, it's one thing to use a similar theme or plot line, but not word for word 'copying and pasting': it's in bad taste.)
The first thing Johnathan noticed was a pinch from his behind, standing, the naked Minotaur saw a bull's tail sticking out from his rear. The next thing he noticed, was the family pictures of himself and his family had all changed. Now showing him as a minotaur calf. Well, Kyle HAD said 'anthro bull' explicitly, and not 'minotaur' but minotaur just sounded so much more cool! He also noticed he wasn't wearing anything in any of the pictures, except in the pictures of the school formals (now king instead of queen, with Susan as his 'queen'), where he was wearing white body paint lines over his body.
Going up to his room, Johnathan found his clothes had all vanished, the space now occupied with muscle equipment. There was a crotch protective cup and a jersey but that was about it. There was some body paint where his vanity used to be. Also the boy bands flavor of the month had changed to busty swim suit models.
And he saw indeed, all his papers were signed, 'Johnathan', he realized he hadn't even been thinking about how he HAD been thinking of himself as 'Johnathan' rather than 'Jennifer.' Also slightly disturbing, was how he wasn't disturbed by that. But he didn't or perhaps couldn't dwell on it long.
Another though occurred to him, he was alone. He was the only one of his kind in existence. He wanted, no, he NEEDED more of his kind... and he knew just where to start. Susan would be a good addition to his harem later, but first, he intended to thank Kyle Perkins for his new state of being. Thank? Johnathan tried to think of himself as that slim, dainty, weak, teenage girl he had been this morning... it felt abhorrent. Yes, he'd thank Kyle in the best way he knew how.
One look up on the school directory (the keyboard actually looked custom made for his armored fingers), he knew where to go.
He wasn't thinking about his parents, he knew they'd be back late. He could decide what to do with them later. Right now, he had a harem to build.
Going outside in the buff, no one screamed, shouted, nor pointed at him as he came by, the police didn't arrest him for public nudity either.
When he got to Kyle house, he banged on the door, and shrimpy little Kyle opened the door, Johnathan bulldozed (heh) it open.
"Transform or Dare Kyle."
"DARE!"
"I dare you to transform or dare me, and when I saw dare, you dare me to transform or dare you, and you'll respond 'transform.'" There was no cosmic police force or arbitrary group or magical vigilantes, enforcing any extra 'rules' on the curse. It was like the curse itself seemed to ENJOY such loop holes.
Nature took its course, and as things came around, Johnathan this time at the response 'transform' told Kyle. "You will become an anthro cow of the same species as me. Reality will change to accommodate so no one will think anything is odd. You will be loyal and devoted to me, love me, and act in my best intents rather than how you'd interpret them. And you will use your turn with the curse to create more anthropomorphic cows for my harem. This will give you great joy."
Kyle, or rather, Kyla's transformation went much faster than Johnathan's. His clothes simply vanished, and he gained a foot in height, and as well as new muscles. His manhood withdrew and his new womanhood opened up. His body became covered in thick fur, while his fingers and toes fused into three, armored at the end. A tail dangled behind her, as a single but generous pair of breasts grew out. Her hair grew long until it reached the tip of her tail. A pair of horns, smaller than Johnathan's grew from her furry head as her ears grew large and pointed, and her face pushed out into a muzzle.
Kyla's eyes dilated for a moment, and then she smiled. "Master, what can I do for you?"