"I've had this plan for a while, to get back at you and you bimbo bitch friends," Kyle sneered. "For your transformation, you're gonna gain an ability. Everyone that you touch, and anyone that touches you, is going to transform into a hyper curvaceous, sex fueled bimbo. They'll think of nothing else but sex and dick all day long. They'll physically need to have sex, and will find anyone they can to make it happen. Their IQ is gonna drop below 85, and they'll become real stupid bitches. Their bodies will become hyper exaggerated; massive breasts, fat asses, tiny waists, the whole nine yards. Any guys you touch will become females to facilitate the changes. And everyone you touch will also gain your ability to transform people, so the cycle continues..."
"For your dare," Kyle went on, "you'll have to touch at least one person an hour. Any kind of touch, whether it's grabbing their shoulder, smacking them, even lightly brushing against them will transform them. If you don't touch someone new within an hour of the last touch, the effects of the touch will rebound into you, and you'll become a sex crazed bimbo just like the others. Sound like fun?"
"Wow..." Jen said, finally able to speak. "Were you stroking your tiny dick coming up with that?" And set the phone down before he could reply, turning it off.
Jen went back to looking for her sock, now beginning to get anxious. She was about to be made late over a sock. Martha really was fucking her over by taking her break today.
Eventually, she found the sock in her shirt drawer. Not where she would have thought to look for it. After finding the sock and her other disparate articles of clothing, she had to get to school, and luckily, her boyfriend was already outside, ready to pick her up.
Dante was the quarterback for the East Hampton Bonackers. He was a towering figure at 6 feet 5 inches, and 250 pounds of muscle. He and Jen started dating this year, and had already broken up and got back together twice since then. Everyone highly doubted they'd last the whole year.
"Babe, what took so long?" Dante called as he saw Jen bounce towards the car.
"That bitch Martha took off today, and she didn't even have the courtesy to gather my clothes before she left," Jen ran up to the car, sliding into the passenger's seat. "I'm seriously regretting hiring her."
"Hey, don't blame yourself, baby," Dante replied. "It's Martha's fault for ditching you on such an important day like today.
"Yeah, you're right, hunny," Jen sighed, leaning over and kissing him on the lips. Both recoiled at the static shock that they received.
"Ow, you shocked me!" Dante yelled.
"Well, you shocked me back," Jen responded.
"Then I guess we're even, then," Dante replied, throwing the car into drive.
The rest of the car ride was silent, as Jen wasn't looking to piss off Dante this soon, and Dante was busy being fixated on his lips for whatever reason.
The two pulled up to school, but only Jen got out. "Don't you have classes today, hun?"
"Uh, no... It's an odd day today, and I only have morning classes on even days," Dante replied, frequently licking his lips for whatever strange reason. "Besides, I'm feeling kinda funny. I might need to see the doctor first."
"Okay, well, I hope you get better," Jen replied, leaning in for a goodbye kiss. Dante kissed much more passionately than he had earlier than the day.
Then Jen walked into the school building, and Dante drove off, neither realizing how much lighter pink his lips had turned.