“… Transform, fucker.” She spoke, deciding to call the young man’s bluff. It’s a myth right, this transform or dare shit she’d thought. A fairytale someone with too much time on their hands made up solely because they’re a loser who has a stupid sense of humor. She was smug in her ways as Kyle barked his orders on the other side of the phone with a smile in his tone.
“Alrighty. Remember a few months back, you tripped Patrick Burnstein while he was waking out of class and he left out a huge fart? You immediately groaned in disgust and made him the laughing stock of the class.”
Jen held back a chortle as she remembered the good times. “What’s your point, asshat?” She hissed.
“Well, it’s your turn. Every time you step foot on school grounds, you will let out a constant, buzzing, loud fart. If you try to hold it in, you will inflat-“
“Okay fucko, get off the line. If you’re just gonna call me and say stupid shit then go somewhere else. Your dick is tiny and your imagination sucks.” She’d had enough, she put the phone back in the receiver as she rolled her eyes. How could she take that seriously, even for a moment? It was in that moment, to her relief, she found her missing sock and panties. After a few shimmies and a bit of a shake, she found herself out the door and heading to the football field. She didn’t pay any mind to the slight gurgle her stomach gave as she neared the grounds.