"Are you seriously trying to cast a magical curse on me because of a dumb joke? It's not like you had any social standing in the first place! Why are you taking this so seriously?"
"Clock's ticking Jen, transform or dare?" Kyle smiled through gritted teeth.
"Kyle, as far as revenge plans go, this is about the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. I'm hanging up now."
But for some reason, she couldn't. An odd compulsion froze her in place. Feeling confused and alarmed, she simply froze up. What was going on?
"Time's up! That's a shame, looks like you're getting both." Kyle said with glee.
"Let me begin. Since you apparently think I'm taking a 'dumb joke' too seriously, let's give you something silly. For your transformation, you're going to turn into a ball. That's right, just a ball of flesh about the size of a basketball, and just as bouncy too. You'll keep your face and your hair, and I'll even let you keep your genitals and anus so that you can perform basic bodily functions, but they'll be severely reduced in size to the point where they're barely visible."
"What the fuck?" gasped Jen. This time she really considered hanging up, but as before, she felt an odd compulsion to let Kyle finish.
He continued.
"You'll get around by rolling and bouncing. Don't worry about it hurting too much, as a ball you'll be extremely resistant to pain and damage. In fact you'll be borderline indestructible. People will react to your new form, but in an extremely casual way. They'll just see it as silly and amusing and perhaps even cute if you're lucky.
Next, your dare. I'll keep this one simple. You won't be able to curse me back, nor will you be able to explain what happened to you. That's it!"
Jen's patience had run out at this point, and as she took a sharp intake of breath in preparation for a tirade of insults, she noticed that her grip on the receiver was loosening.