Jennifer was just about to make her choice, when Kyle interrupted her.
"Tsk, tsk tsk! Time's up Jennifer! And you know what they say, time is money."
Jennifer was mortified, "What are you going to do to me you freak?" she asked the tormented turned tormentor. "Now now now Jennifer, you think you'd choose your words better when speaking with someone who holds your future directly in the palm of their hands." Jennifer shuddered. She tried to retort, but she found that her mouth no longer could vocalize her words.
"So to answer the question, instead of Transform, or Dare, you will now get both. And I've got a pretty hilarious idea of what I'm going to do to you." Jennifer's mind raced, as Kyle continued. "You know, you really should be a little more discerning with how many dudes you fuck. You've earned quite the reputation as a cock wallet among the locker room. Which is fitting, because that's pretty close to what you're going to become. For your transformation, your vagina will become a wallet that you store money in, and nobody will find it out of the ordinary." Jennifer's mind raced. Her imagination couldn't quite picture what Kyle meant. He continued, "You will also no longer excrete waste. Instead, it will be change. Quarters instead of shit, and dimes instead of piss." Jennifer would have been too mortified to respond, even if she hadn't been under the effects of the curse. "Oh! And before I forget, the more money you have inside you, the hornier you will get. So you better make sure you don't get too greedy!"
"For your dare, you will forget this call, and that you have been cursed. You will go about your day as usual, however whenever you would normally go for your wallet, you will always use your vagina. Oh and when you orgasm, instead of cum you will shoot wads of money, even if you have placed none inside of you. Any questions?"
Jennifer stared at the phone for a moment. She couldn't remember why she was holding it up to her ear. She didn't remember getting any phone calls, and her phone didn't display any recent entries. So she continued getting ready for school, making sure to put on top before she felt a familiar pressure build up in her abdomen. She made her way to the corner of the room, where her change bucket was. Squatting over it, she spread her wallet with both hands and felt the relief of dimes pouring out. The musical pitch of the dimes heightening as the bucket filled. As it slowed to a drip, she wiped the last few out with her hand and looked at the bucket. She would definitely need to make her morning stop at the CoinStar on the way to school.
As she finished packing her belongings, she grabbed her lunch money off her desk. She'd get more from the coinstar, but she had exactly enough to afford the cafeteria meal, when she had no idea what her bucket would yield. Grabbing the five dollars, she roughly crammed it into her wallet, a few pennies dripping out as a result, grabbed her keys, bucket, and left.