“Jen?”
“My name is Rat-Girl.”
Kyle sneered. “Rat-Girl . . .” He looked her up and down. “Yeah, it fits. I’m a bit surprised though. I figured you’d be grazing in your backyard, shitting everywhere and waiting for someone to milk you.”
The imagery was like a dagger to poor Rat-Girl. She held her tongue. “I . . . I just . . . I had some help. Susan. She turned me into this . . . and then cursed me to turn back only if I perform good deeds.”
“Smart! That is smart!” Kyle snorted. “Wow, look at you. You must have done some good deeds.”
“Trying to.”
Kyle smirked. “Huh. Okay, well, Rat-Girl . . . I think I deserve a good deed. What can you do me?”
“I don’t . . . I’m . . .” She rubbed her long fingers together. “Transform or dare.”
“WHAT?!”
Rat-Girl flicked her tongue. “Choose.”
“Dare!” he yelped.
“All right. I dare you to . . . to . . .” She tapped her chin. “I dare you to be strong and brave enough so that no one else can or will prank, pants, or bully you again.”
He blinked. Kyle body slowly bulked up, muscles bulging along his arms, his legs, his abdomen. He wasn’t a body-builder, but he was fit! Acne vanished from his face. Dandruff zipped out of existence. His clothes modified, becoming cleaner, and more in fashion.
“I . . . I . . . what the hell?”
She smiled. “I’m sorry.”
“You . . . I . . . but . . .”
She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I mean it. What I did was so, so terrible. I . . . was a huge asshole and it was wrong of me to do what I did. I’m sorry.”
He looked up and down his body. “I don’t want this . . . but . . .” Kyle looked at her. “Thank you.”
She nodded.
“You should look in a mirror.”
Rat-Girl stepped down the hall a little and saw what he was talking about. “Oh.”
Her body was nearly completely human. Except for the tail, the elongated ears, the nose, and some whiskers, she was nearly human.
At that moment, Susan came bounding over, her udder flopping against her thick thighs. “Mooooo!”