“Both,” Jennifer answered, rolling her eyes, “because I mean, fuck it, right? It’s not like magic is actually real or anything.”
“It really is, Smith,” Kyle spat back, “and since you chose to take both, allow me the pleasure of thanking you for letting me live out one of my favorite sexual fantasies… vicariously through you anyway. I transform you into a latex suited super heroine called Latex Ranger!”
“Wut?” Jennifer asked, dumbfounded.
“I made her up recently for a webcomic I’m working on in the Comics Club at school,” Kyle explained, “She’s a sexy powerhouse with a phat booty and rockin’ tits who can jump super high and deadlift mountains. She’s even bulletproof and fireproof too! She’s dressed from the neck down in a blue and pink latex catsuit with matching boots and gloves that she changes in and out of through magic. For your transformation, you get all of that as well as incredible flowing hair.”
“For your dare, I want you to basically be a super heroine. You’ll find yourself grappling with all kinds of weird super villains who will end up doing weird things to you, the world, or both! Those weird things are usually weird kinks and fetishes and stuff like that. Everything from weight gain to bondage to whatever else under the sun! You’ll usually beat them in the end, but they might get a really good shot on you first. Otherwise, yeah, feel free to do all kinds of comic book chicanery as Latex Ranger, my guy! That about concludes it. One last thing, though. You’ll change into your superhero mode automatically when you see the signal in the sky, which you have now. Okay bye.”
With that, Kyle hung up. Jennifer pocketed her phone and shrugged. As far as curses went, that didn’t seem too bad. Of course, she was only half paying attention, so she didn’t catch the twists in his description. Never the less, she still needed to get ready for school. Final practice before the weekend’s football game was that afternoon, and coach would take away her captain position if she didn’t show up with her uniform for it.