Jennifer had better things to do than listen to some dumb kid and his crazy schemes. "Just give me whatever, dick."
"That aint how it works, Jeni. You get both now." Kyle paused for a moment to form the words. "For your transformation, you're going to have a curse of sorts. I know how much you're proud of your twiglike body, but the truth is, nobody's gonna get turned on by a stick. From now on, every day, you will gain weight. Today, it will be one pound. tomorrow, it'll be two pounds. the day after, four pounds. It'll continue like that for the rest of your life, until you die. For your dare, You have to find one of your cheerleader hoes with the same level of narcissism, and do this exact same transform or dare scenario to them, including the part where they find someone else. This is gonna be so fucking fun, Jeni." Kyle hang up immediately.
Jeni, not thinking too hard about the conversation, moved on with her day, not noticing her bra got a little bit tighter...