Jennifer had meant what she said. Kyle was going to be her new plaything. And the next thing she was going to do would solidify that role.
She used the curse on Kyle, then for his transform said, “You’re going to become a total himbo. Kyle, you’ll have the body of a god, standing 6’4” and 250 pounds of muscle, and an absolutely perfect face; but you will be a total ditz, lacking in common sense. You will be very kind and gentle and thoughtful toward women, but your clothes will always be as revealing of your fantastic body as possible. You will be completely loyal to me.”
On the other end of the line, Kyle went pale. He realized what was coming. He moaned as his body began to shift and remold itself into perfection. He arched his back as he grew taller, clutched at his face as bone rearranged, cried in pleasure as his package grew to an amazing 10 inches soft.
Kyle’s button-up shirt couldn’t take much more. One by one, buttons flew off, showing big juicy pecs and cobblestone abs. His sleeves exploded to reveal smooth melon-sized biceps. His jeans struggled and finally failed to contain his growing legs and globular ass.
As Kyle’s short brown hair lengthened to curl around his ears, it turned a golden blond. He felt himself rapidly diminish in intelligence, becoming a kind idiot. His features became absolutely perfect, angelic even, including a dazzling white smile.
His clothes became a pair of khaki shorts that were a size too small, showing off his bulge and huge butt, and a white shirt with a V-neck plunging past his giant pecs. A gold necklace appeared and hung down this space. Kyle was now, indeed, a total himbo.