"Fine, you little shit."
There was a bit of a pause at the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, what?" Kyle responded.
"Hell with it, I choose Transform. It's not like the curse is real or anything."
"Oh you'll see just how real it is when I turn your life upside-down, you absolute bitch," Kyle seethed back, "I will have absolution for the embarrassment you have caused me in front of my crush from the chess team!"
"Yeah right, foreskin," Jennifer chuckled back, "Seriously, what girl do you think is going to like a guy with a dick as tiny as yours?"
"Oh you have no idea what my member is capable of, but that's not important. What is important is your transformation. First, your skin will turn stone gray and your blood will turn olive green. Your smooth blonde hair will turn jet black and unruly, but I'll be nice and say it'll still look sexy. You'll grow a pair of horns out of the top of your head colored orange at the base, yellow at the tip, and yellow-orange round the middle like a candy corn. Effectively, I will turn you into an olive blooded troll! Don't worry, you'll still be female, but I think you'll find trollish female genitals work rather differently.
"You will find yourself only about four-and-a-half feet tall and your face a little more rounded and cute than sexy, but your boobs and your ass will remain the same size they ever were. Also, your transformation comes with a new name, voice, and speaking pattern. As for your family... your mother will become a large, white bipedal creature that's a sort of cross between a dog and a cat, but I'll be generous and give her humanlike intelligence and speech as well as opposable thumbs. She will be your lusus instead of your parent, but you will still call her whatever you want. And since I'm feeling particularly chaotic, I'll allow you to use the curse forever instead of only once, potentially allowing for multiple people being able to use the curse at once!
"To cap this all off, you'll find that reality will have retroactively re-written itself with a slew of changes to make this work. Only you and I will know the world as it used to be, but you'll have two sets of memories to keep you safe, so don't worry. Think you understand now, little troll?"
Jen ran it all through her mind. A troll? Why that disgusting little...
"I won't let you get away with what you did to me you little fuck sucker! Get this through your think-pan, because so help me the first chance I get I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR CHUG COLUMN AND CRAM A METRIC FUCKTON OF PAIN GLOBES DOWN YOUR CHITINOUS WINDHOLE!"
Silence at the other end of the line, until Kyle began to chuckle... evil chuckle...
"It's already begun! Enjoy your new life Jennifer, or should I say... Jenfir Smiith? Ha ha ha ha..." *click*
And the phone call ended. Jen put the handset back on its charger and resumed her search for the rest of her cheerleader uniform, none the wiser to the fact that the transformation had already taken hold. None the wiser that is, until she looked into a reflective surface...