"I uhh.. Uhhh.."
"Times up, that means you get both."
"For your transformation, you're going to have a severe muscle disease that'll make you incapable of standing on your own. You'll have to ride a motorized wheelchair around since your arms are going to be too weak move a regular one. Reality will adjust to accomodate this and you and I will be the only people who'll know that you used to be a healthy young woman."
"That's sick." Jen said in disbelief. "You would do that to a person?"
"Oh, not *just* that. Since you were dumb enough to let me use a dare on you as well, this miserable wheelchair bound life of yours will be the new baseline for someone else to pound you into the dirt from. You see, for your dare, during today's lunchbreak you're going to try to use the curse to make your friend Lily into a slave to take care of you, but you're going to fail. You'll announce that you're making her your slave, but the actual dare you're giving will just make her responsible for moving you around and nothing else, and if anyone transform or dares you, you will stutter until your minute runs out. The transformation you will be for her to become stronger or something, I don't know. If you try to use the curse to get back at me or improve your predicament later, you'll find words coming out of your mouth that make matters worse. And just so you can't wriggle your way out of meeting Lily, your body is going to be on auto pilot until you start the dare. Hope you'll enjoy losing your friend!"
Jennifer suddenly felt nauseous. She felt an unsettling cold seeping into her body as her muscles deteriorated to become little more than bits of string. Her body and even her head felt heavy as she struggled to keep herself standing under her own weight. Her knees gave in, and Jennifer fell backwards into an ugly, leathery wheelchair. She caught a glimpse of her new body in a mirror. Jen was now bony and pale, and her cheer outfit was gone, replaced by a baggy blouse and skirt that accenturated how much she was just skin on bones. But before she could do anything else, Jennifer blacked out.
Jennifer came to her senses amidst the disorienting ruckus of the cantine. She was in a corner of the room, looking up at Lily who was leaning against the wall. Jennifer's mouth was moving on its own, speaking with a voice that was weaker than it used to be.
"Transform or dare, Lily!"
"What, you really believe in that crap Jen? You know I'd get you out of that chair if it was, though."
Kyle made me do this! Jen screamed in her mind. Choose transform! But her lips didn't move an inch. Not even her eyes would move from their place, she just stared at her friend intently.
"Time's up, sucker!"
Lily just giggled at Jen's exaggerated behavior.
"Now you're gonna be my personal slave. You're gonna push my wheelchair for me, you're gonna help me in the bathroom, you're gonna give me a backrub if I so much as ask for it. That's right, your dare is gonna make you responsible for moving around." Jennifer felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend become increasingly uncomfortable. "Oh and for your transformation you're gonna grow a bunch of muscles so you can lift both me and the wheelchair if you want to."
Jennifer watched as Lily's body gained definition under her cheerleading outfit, gaining muscles akin to those of a proffesional athlete. Her eyes darted to her wheelchair, which had become flimsier. Something vanished underneath her right hand, probably whatever made the wheelchair move. Jennifer would now be completely dependent on others in order to move around. Still under the effect of her dare, Jennifer found her vision dart back to Lily, who was flexing her new biceps in disbelief.
"So as your first order, you will now refer to me exclusively as mistress." Jennifer said, her face forced into a mean grin. "That's your cue to say 'yes mistress', Lily. Respond."
Taking a small step, Lily loomed intimidatingly over Jennifer with her amazonian body.
"Guess what your dare really was, bitch."
Jennifer immediately regained control over her body, and her expression changed to reflect the horror that had overtaken her mind.
"The curse is real, and you try to fucking ENSLAVE me with it?!"
"I'm so sorry, Kyle made me-"
"QUIET"
Jennifer waited in horror to find out what her former friend would do to her.