"Yeah, right." Jen said, snapping out of her shock and coming back to logic. "It's just a stupid rumor, and I'm not playing your fucking game. You'll be lucky if I don't call the cops for harassment." And she slammed the phone back down onto the base. At least, she tried. When she let go of the phone, it didn't drop. It hung on to her hand like it was part of it. Suddenly, a loud screeching voice came from the phone: "LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME!" It was Kyle's voice, but magnified so loud, African Elephants would need hearing aids after this. She couldn't take the screeching voice any longer, and put the phone back up to her ear. "You still think it's a 'rumor', Jen?" Kyle said in a gloating, annoying way. "Now, you get both. For your transformation, you will become my immortal sex slave. You will mature to 21 years of age, and have a bombshell body with these exact proportions: 40 F cup breasts, 60 inch hips, 20 inch waist, and 5 feet 10 inches tall. I will be able to change how your body looks by saying "change". You will change into whatever form I want. For example, if I say "change", you could transform into an anthro cow, or a giantess, or a gainer lady. When I say "revert", you will return to your 21 year old form, which is your base form. You will lose all your previous memories, and adopt these new ones: You will believe you have always been a 21-year-old immortal sex slave who will be able to transform to my will and always be ready to sexually please me in any way without hesitation. When I die, you will be loyal to my oldest grandson. When he dies, you will be loyal to his oldest grandson, and so forth for the rest of time. If there is at no point a grandson in my bloodline, you will become a full male and go to the oldest granddaughter, and continue the line. Your gender will change depending on the oldest grandchild, and you will keep this pattern up for the rest of your life. You will not be able to become pregnant unless I or one of my grandchildren says you can be. You will also not wear any clothes besides a bra and panties unless I or one of my grandchildren says so. Also, nobody will remember the previous you and they will believe you have always been my family's transformative sex slave. For your dare, I dare you to drop everything and run to my house. you know where it is." And with that Kyle hung up.
Jen's mind went fuzzy for a moment. Her old life was wiped from her mind and replaced with thousands of years of sex slavery that she didn't bat an eye at. Her mind was crammed with several physical transformations she had and would be turned into. She came to and realized she was in an unfamiliar location and was clothed. "Oh, Master Kyle would not want this!" She said as she tore off her cheerleader's uniform to reveal her normal pink bra and panties. They were slowly filling up with her expanding proportions. Her height shot up to 5 foot 8 inches. Her breasts expanded to F cups. Het waist thinned to 20 inches. Her hips and butt expanded to be 100 inches around. Finally, her face matured and a layer of permanent makeup was flashed onto it. Her hair grew down her back as her transformations were complete. A sort of second sight emerged from her, pointing her in the direction of Master Kyle. "Holy smokes, how did he get so far away?" Jen said, dashing out the door to meet her master.
And no man, woman or child batted an eye at the 21 year old, well-endowed woman running down the street in her underwear