Kyle interrupted Jennifer before she could answer. “Actually, no, I’ve decided that you’ll get both, so don’t bother answering.”
“What?!” Jenny was exasperated, “You can’t just do that, can you?”
“Turns out I can, darling,” Kyle answered flatly, “So shut up and pay attention.
“For your transformation, I want you to be a head shorter than you are now. You’re boobs will be as big as your head, your butt cheeks will also be that big. Your legs will be that wide all the way down to your feet, which are going to be flat pads with cute little toes. Your arms from shoulder to elbow will get about 50% thinner, and from elbow to wrist get that much thicker, with your hands blowing up to match. Your eyes will get cartoonishly anime-like and much more expressive, and your face and head will morph accordingly. Your whole body will develop a black outline, and your skin will be shaded without gradients, and only in two or three shades max not counting the color black. Also, in pitch darkness your eyes will be perfectly visible to anyone. Lastly, you’re going to pretty much be 20% hornier than you are right now. This concludes your transformation into a cartoon harlot. At the end of the day you’re still yourself, just cel shaded and down to fuck more frequently.
“For your dare, your actions, some of your thoughts, and any further transformations will be connected to a notebook that I just so happen to have in my hand. Anything that I write about you in this notebook will come true. If I write that you jump, you’ll jump once. If I write that your boobs get bigger, they will. If I write that you like pineapple on your pizza, you will. Get the picture? Typically the most recent entry in the notebook will override any older contradictory statements, so I can keep messing with you in new and exciting ways. And, just so you don’t do anything that will stop me, the notebook is indestructible, so don’t even think about it. To cap off your dare, you will forget that this phone call happened, forget that you got cursed, so that way your transformation will freak you out even more. You’ll have no idea that I did or am doing anything to you unless you find out some other way, be it because someone told you or because you caught me, I don’t care.
“This concludes your curse, have a nice time being my bitch, Jenny!” He hung up. Jenny blinked, the conversation wiped from her memory, and returned the phone to its cradle. That’s when her transformation began.