Rachel was settling into Jennifer’s room when she heard her phone buzz. It was Samantha calling.
“Yo, Rachel,” she said when she picked up her phone, “You at Jennifer’s?”
“Yeah, actually,” Rachel answered, “Just felt like I had to.”
“Same with me and Chiffon,” the goth cheerleader concurred, “I was just goofing around with her, and now our butts are bonded together. I ain’t ever been antsy like that before, y’know?”
“I feel you,” Rachel nodded, “I’ve been reading up on it, and it’s more common a thing than you might think. I... I think Jennifer and I are soulmates now. Riding on that ridiculous ass of hers is therapeutic. I don’t think I could give this up!”
“Me either,” Samantha agreed, “and you know how Chiffon and I were like before now. She used to be my bitch, but now it’s like... I’m her bitch? Or like, we’re each other’s bitch? I have no idea. Even just being near Chiffon calms me down, and I think there’s something to it.”
“Same here,” Rachel mused, “We should sleep on it and talk more tomorrow. It’s Saturday then, and we should get together and bounce around town.”
“Sounds like a date,” Samantha chuckled, “See you two then!” She hung up.
“Ray-Ray? Who was that?” Jennifer asked from her bouncerbutt cup.
“Samantha,” the newly christened rider answered, “She and Chiffon bonded too. Guess we still have a lot to learn about your condition, girl.” She started brushing her friend’s hair, eliciting a few giggles from her bouncy companion. Her giggles made Rachel think of a horse nickering, but that could just be her imagination.
“Yeah, like how I tested negative five months ago and still wound up boingy,” Jennifer said, “The statistic is supposed to be only one in five girls turn into a bouncerbutt, right? And of the one in five, one in ten transform even though they tested negative. My cousin explained all this to me a while ago. I gotta be like a one in a million!”
“That’d track,” Rachel nodded, “You’re one of the one in a thousand who’s legs turned completely into booty flesh. Even your toenails disintegrated, huh?”
“Mmm hmm,” Jennifer nodded, “and I no miss them one bit. Heck, maybe I could see Mom go boingy like me! Hee hee! Just think, this morning I was just your average everyday high school girl, and now I the bounciest in all of East Hampton, probably in all of Glendale! I no know whether it was because I got cursed or not, but I no see this booty like that. Maybe I was always meant to be boingy!”
“Umm, Jenny,” Rachel stated, “Could you back up a bit? Did you suggest that you’re a bouncerbutt because of a curse?”
“Well I certainly no think so,” Jennifer rolled her eyes, “Some little microdicked geek called me this morning and made me play Transform or Dare with him. What a loser right? He said he was that weedy little freshman we pantsed last week, I think it was Kyle? Yeah, little dweeb thought that game is actually magic and tried to curse me or whatever. Sorry, but even if it were real, I highly doubt that was what made my heinie blow up.”
“J-Jennifer, what if it was the town curse?” Rachel considered, “Not that what happened to you is a bad thing, but we can’t discount it as a possibility until we test it out. Let’s play it and see what happens.”
“Pfft, okay sure,” Jennifer snickered, “Uhh... okay! Rachel, Transform or Dare?”