Confident that the curse didn’t exist, Jennifer said “Transform.”
“D’oh! You’re just in time!” Kyle grunted, “You know what? I can make this work. Mental transformations count so long as they’re personality changes and can’t be necessarily construed as a dare.”
“You’re not making this up as you go, are you?” Jennifer asked.
“O-of course not!” Kyle balked at the accusation, “What do you take me for, an amateur? I do my research!”
“Right,” Jennifer deadpanned.
“D-doesn’t matter!” Kyle spluttered, “Quit making me go off track! I transform you into a little something called a ‘bouncerbutt’, ever heard of that?”
“A what?” Jennifer sighed, “Alright, lay it on me, what is it?”
“For your information,” Kyle began, “It’s a condition that affects girls and women over the age of puberty, and is known to affect men who are taking estrogen supplements as they transition into womanhood. It makes your butt swell up into a meaty pair of bouncy balls that you start bouncing around on instead of walking. It also makes your boobs bigger and you start giggling like an idiot and you become a little obsessed with bouncing.”
“Oh, now I remember,” Jennifer realized, “My cousin Riley turned into one of those things last year. She’s doing just fine, thank you very much, and apart from the extra junk in the trunk she looks great. She’s not an idiot by the way, and that’s a very insensitive thing to call her. She’s just... way giddier than before.”
“D’ah, well,” Kyle stammered, “Well you’re gonna end up just like your cousin sometime... today! You’ll know it when your butt starts jiggling and twerking by itself and the growing weight brings you closer to slamming those cheeks on the ground. You’re also going to find it increasingly difficult to stop smiling or laughing as your changes progress. However big your rubbery cheeks get is going to be your new normal, and you can force yourself to walk if you want but that butt’s going to protest until it can bounce again.”
“Pfft, bouncerbutts don’t walk,” Jennifer snickered, “and even if they could they probably wouldn’t! Riley certainly doesn’t miss walking, anyway.”
“We’ll see, skank,” Kyle growled, “You’re gonna have boobs the size of your head and ass cheeks so big and round they swallow your thighs! Have fun being a bouncerbutt, Jennifer! I hear the first bounce is something special to those things.” The line went dead after that. Jennifer rolled her eyes and resumed the search for the rest of her cheer uniform. So what if she turned into another one of those bouncing big booty bombshells? It wasn’t like becoming one was a death sentence or anything. Besides, even if she did transform today she doubted it would have anything to do with the curse.