Jen couldn't decide. Dare sounded to her like the lesser of two evils, but it still left her open to so many bad opportunities, if this were even real. She bit her lip.
Kyle chuckled on the other end, "Couldn't even think that one up on your own, huh? Well, you're out of time Jen. Now you get both."
Jen realized her mistake, and immediately groaned. "This is so stupid. There's no way any of this is real to begin with. Sorry we pantsed you, Kyle, but grow up."
"If only that were true for you. Fortunately for me, it's more true than you'll ever know. Let's start with your transformation. Jen, I hope you like getting fucked as much as you fucked me by pantsing me in front of the whole school, because you'll be feeling it an awful lot from now on. First, your pussy will get small and tight, and if you aren't a virgin, you'll become one again."
"Gross," Jen tried to hang the phone up, but found herself unable to move her arm while Kyle spoke to her.
"Just getting started, Jenny. Next, it will become so sensitive, you'll get aroused as soon as something so much as brushes up against it. You'll be wet in a matter of moments. After any sort of penetration that pops your cherry again, as soon as your vag is empty, you'll become a virgin again. You'll have to pop it every time."
"You're such a fucking freak, kid. If you don't stop this right now, I'm going to get you in so much trouble."
"Good luck with that. Just wait. Next, every time you sit down, on any surface, you will feel a huge cock slide into you. If you're hovering above a seat, you'll feel it slide out, it'll feel like someone stuck a dildo to ever chair you sit out right as you sit down. You won't be able to get off of this ride once it starts. You can slide up and down, but only to the head of the cock. Never get off. It will go away once it cums. This will be random, depending on how well you stimulate it. But you can't get up until it cums. No matter how many times you reach climax, it won't matter until you feel it spray your walls. And don't worry about other peoples' reactions. They'll know, and think it's normal, but will be disgusted if you react. And you really won't. For your dare, you won't be able to acknowledge what's going on when this happens. You'll have to hold conversations with people if they want to talk to you, and you'll have to do your best to look like you're not being filled to the brim with a thick cock. However, you'll also be a moaner, making that very difficult. And, as an additional part, once I hang up the phone, you'll forget this call ever happened. The next time you sit down, you won't know what's coming. Or should I say, cumming. You'll be totally surprised by what's going on."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Are you done, you little pervert? I'm going to be late for school."
"Oh, definitely. Have fun, Jen."
Kyle hung up the phone, and as soon as her did, Jen looked at her own phone in her hands, confused. "What was I... Nevermind." She put the phone down and went back to looking for her missing clothing. Maybe it was in the laundry room? She found a sock that matched well enough with the one she had on, and located her top in the very bottom of the clean laundry basket.
"Useless maid, haven't I told her a thousand times to make sure this is out on top for when I need it," she muttered and slipped the top on over her ample chest. She cupped her chest and looked in the full length mirror in the hall. Perfect. Now, to get her shoes.
She grabbed her backpack sitting where she'd left it the night before by the couch, tugged on some shoes, and ran out the door to her bus stop.