“Tran-” Jake said, before dropping the phone as Kyle screamed as loud as he possibly could, right into Jake’s ear. He picked up the phone and roared, “What the fuck was that, you little fag?!”
Kyle’s reply was eerily smooth, sending a chill down Jake’s spine as he replied, “Time’s up. You get both, Jake.”
“I was saying ‘transform’ before you tried to make me go deaf!”
“No, you didn’t manage to finish the word, so now you get both,” Kyle said. Was that true? Had the geek planned this whole thing?
“Whatever, it’s not like this is real or anything,” Jake scoffed, his voice sounding a lot more confident than he felt. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t let Kyle know how afraid he actually was, and awaited the teen’s reply, feeling compelled to listen though he didn’t want to.
“We’ll see. For your transformation, you’ll become a twenty-five year old humantaur. You know what a centaur is, right; creature with a horse’s body but the torso, arms, and head of a human where the horse’s head would be? That’s what you’ll become, except instead of a horse it’ll be a human, so you’ll have another torso growing out of your shoulders. Will you walk on all fours or stand taller than everyone else, I wonder? Maybe you can do both; it’s just a doubled human body after all. For your dare, I dare you to become infatuated with me while still remembering everything, so enraptured that all you want to do is use the curse on me, and hoping I don’t answer, so you can transform me to be a humantaur like you are, and dare me to use the curse again, or fall in love with you, or whatever your new feelings make you do,” Kyle said simply.
Jake opened his mouth to say something, when he felt his whole body tremor. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, but he could feel everything changing. First, what fat remained on him melted away as his muscles grew larger and more defined, as his features becoming sharper and his body grew slightly taller, until he was at least six feet tall.
Next, he felt a pain below his neck, and groaned as he felt like he was stuck in a tight vent. He dropped the phone to claw at his neck, panting as he felt his pecs and shoulders stretching, as if someone were trying to rip the top half of his body add at the pecs. Soon, he realized he wasn’t feeling just his neck anymore, but his abs, while also feeling his neck. He looked down to see that he had indeed grown a second torso, with the arms of that one scratching at his neck while his original arms clawed at his new abdominals. The new torso was naked, while his shirt had torn to make room for it, leaving its tatters hanging down his shoulders, not quite falling off but definitely not being worn properly either. He gasped out loud as he saw himself, amazed and horrified at what had happened to him.
Jake jumped in shock, and hit his head on the ceiling. He winced in pain and lowered himself to his hands and knees so that he was “standing” at his new height before the extra-human change, with his second torso bent at a slight angle so that it still felt comfortable. He turned to look at himself and noticed the fallen phone, rage filling him as he realized that he was a complete freak!
Seething, Jake picked up the phone and started to scream. “What did you do to me, you fag?! I’m a freak!” His rage suddenly melted away as he heard Kyle laughing, finding the sound melodious. He was livid, but also torn because it was Kyle who had done this to him. Kyle. He was still angry, but all he could suddenly think of was how much he wanted the dweeb, how he wanted to hold him, and kiss him, and spend time with him, and hope against all hope that Kyle might return his feelings. And yet that thought repulsed him beyond anything else. He wasn’t into Kyle; he was straight! But just thinking about Kyle’s scrawny frame had his heart aflutter.
As Jake thought more and more about Kyle, he began to realize that this transformation was a gift. He could hold Kyle and touch him all over. He could give Kyle a ride like a horse. He could tower above anyone that might try to pick on his love and pound them to a pulp. No! This was wrong! This want a gift! But then the thought of Kyle as a sexy humantaur entered his mind, and he didn’t care what his memories told him; he wanted a mate, an equal, a lover.
Jake moves himself and grabbed the phone with his lower right hand, passing it up to his upper right without having to bend his torso at all. “Kyle? Are you still there?” He was disgusted at how hopeful he sounded, and how his feelings were betraying him.
“I’m here,” Kyle’s high-pitched voice replied. Jake felt his heart skip a beat and cursed himself for it.
“Kyle Perkins, Transform or Dare?”