"Tr-"
"Too late! Now you get both."
"..Fuck."
"I've always thought you were an attention whore, Jen. So now I'm gonna make you into the real deal. For your dare, you and your family are going to gradually become poorer. You won't end up starving, but you might have to sleep in the streets. Don't worry though, cause you get out of it. Whenever you sell your body, you and your family will become rich again. A little richer than you are now, even. But that's the only way out you're going to have. Even if you win the lottery or become a brain surgeon, you're never going to have a way out of poverty except for prostitution."
"This is really gross of you, kyle."
"Oh, but I haven't even gotten to your transformation yet. Whenever you sell yourself, you're going to look a little more like a trashy hooker. You won't become old, but that's it. People will also start to remember you more as prostitute the more you transform, and while you're not going to get in trouble, people may judge you for it. And just to prove to you that the curse is real, you're going to have your first transformation right now, without even having to fuck someone for it." -click-
As jen put down the phone, she felt a pressure building in her breasts. They seemed to be inflating, the skin getting uncomfortably tight. Eventually they stopped getting bigger, but the tight feeling didn't go away. Jen couldn't believe this was real, but at the least her breasts weren't. She started to inspect them. They were unnaturally round, and jen found some scar tissue under her breasts- presumably where her implants were inserted. Jennifer had always looked down on celebrities who had work done but now she had an uncomfortable pair of plastic tits herself.