For a moment there, both Jen and Kyle think nothing happens; perhaps the curse can't make heads or tails of two consciousness in the same body, with one controlling the other's voice. "You fucked up big time, bitch." Jennifer quickly signed, ending it with a middle finger. Eyes wide, Kyle fears the worst, but a chance sensation makes him realize his success. "It matters not what you say, Jennifer." He coyly states, gaining complete control of their sexy body. Surprised, Jennifer's thoughts are wrought with agitation. 'No fucking way! How did this prick manage to do this!?' "Oh man, I can't believe this worked!" Kyle moans, flicking his nipples through the tight top their body wore. "Ah, y'know, it was nice while it lasted..." he told his companion. "Or not. Bye bye!" Kyle tightens his muscles and flexes, using the new ability from the transformation to send Jennifer's consciousness out of their shared body.
Jennifer felt herself be released completely, her consciousness amassing as a sort of pale fog; one which was sent flying away from Kyle and what used to be her body. 'Damn it, you bastard!' She screeched, only Kyle could hear her cry though. The path Jen traveled sent her right into a nearby bus stop bench; she fazed inside it, and now took control of it. Thanks to her shit luck, the bench was bolted to the sidewalk, so Jen could only stay in the bench as the Kyle left, now with an amazing body all to himself. He moaned, now pleased that everything below his neck was all to himself. "Erika deserves some thanks for this." He jokes, though plans to never speak to a jerk like her ever again.