.... Nothing. She said nothing. Like a frog in her throat she choked and not a word came out.
With a heavy sigh, Kyle spoke up. "And that, as they say, is that. You get both. Now, don't hang up. You're going to want to hear this."
Jennifer sat there with the phone dumbfounded, and waited.
"Your transformation will be the result of a marker. This marker is thick, the ink is clear, and it never runs out. Whoever posessess the marker, controls you. Anything they draw on your body, becomes permanent, and whatever they intended to draw, is known by the marker so there are no, odd or bizarre mistakes. Drawing across your knuckles for example as a way to remove your fingers, will do just that. Anyone who partakes in changing you however, anyone who uses this marker, will become susceptible to its influences as well, and will thus be changeable should someone take the initiative to do so. The only person who cannot be changed by this, is yours truly."
He continued. "For your dare, you will reveal to whoever you speak to that you indeed have such a device, and will offer it to them should they choose to accept. You will reveal what it does, and that is all, enthralled by its powers you will succumb to whatever perverted transformations they have in mind, while internally, fighting against your own judgement to accept such changes."
Jennifer just sat with mouth agape, wondering how this bizarre individual could come up with such a disgusting and wild explanation for a curse that, for all anyone knew, did not exist.
"Now, look to your left. The marker should be there, and your changes will soon follow." Click!
The line was dead, and a marker indeed, was sitting right beside her on her night stand.