"Why should I help you, you rapist creep?" Jen had never been more angry in her life. She had never believed in the town curse but it was the only explanation for what happened to her. Your tits don't just suddenly fall off out of nowhere. Sure, she had pantsed the little creep, but the Kyle had been such a rude jackass with his demeaning comments to all of the cheerleaders, like he was better than them because he was getting straight A's. It's not like her grades were that bad. Besides, there's more to life than just studying for tests and watching Star Wars or whatever.
"You're right, I don't deserve it, but you're the only one I know who can pass the curse back to me."
Jen thought about it for a minute. On one hand, he absolutely did not deserve her help, no matter how desperate he might be. On the other, this could be the perfect chance for revenge on the dork.
"Please, I'll do anything," Kyle begged. "I'll do your homework for the rest of your life. I'll pay you every cent in my bank account. Whatever you want!"
"Why do you need me to give the curse back to you so badly?"
"Don't get mad. Or don't get madder, I guess. I'm the one who broke into your house and stole your boobs, butt, and pussy. But I must have screwed up somehow because they all attached themselves to me and then my dick fell off and now I don't know what to do. Seriously, you've gotta help me."
Jen couldn't stop herself from laughing. No wonder she couldn't feel her missing parts anymore. Now they were part of someone else. "It serves your right, having your dick fall off. Not that you were going to get much use of it anyway, you creep. Maybe you're better off that way, so you can't do to anyone else what you did to me."
"No, please!" Now it was Kyle's turn to cry. "I swear, I will never do anything like this ever again."
Jen thought about it. "I'll help you out on one condition."
"Anything!"
"You have to take both. Otherwise, I'll hang up and get one of my friends to use the curse to fix me. You need me way more than I need you."