Just then, someone else came into the bathroom. Jennifer and Susan froze when they heard the door open.
“U-umm… excuse me,” came a trembling little voice, “I-I don’t mean to interrupt, but…” That voice belonged to a small Freshman girl, dressed in an oversized sweater, a plain skirt, chunky sneakers, and rectangle rimmed glasses. She stared at the two round cheerleaders as though a mouse might stare at a hungry cat.
“Uhh… who are you?” Jennifer asked.
“I… I’m Janet,” the Freshman said, “I’m on the chess team. I just needed to… you know…” She gestures her head towards one of the stalls.
“Pee?” Susan asked.
“EEP! Don’t be so casual about it!” Janet squeaked, “I’m not… you’re not gonna tease me for feeling squeamish about talking about… that, right?” The chubby cheerleaders shook their heads, and the girl quickly scurried into the stall. After a minute or two, she came out and went to wash her hands.
“Say, Janet,” Jennifer initiated while Janet tugged at the paper towels, “You wouldn’t happen to know a nerd by the name of Kyle Perkins, would you?”
“Uhh… w-well,” Janet stuttered, “I just moved here around the start of the school year, so I don’t know a whole lot of people here. B-but I think I know who Kyle is. Isn’t he that boy who got pantsed last week?”
“That’s the one,” Susan said, “matter of fact we were the ones who did it.”
“Y-you two… p-pantsed him?” Janet trembled, “Oh no… y-you’re not gonna pants me are you?” Jennifer was about to interject, but stopped herself when she supposed that she probably would under normal circumstances.
“Hold on a moment,” Janet realized, “Weren’t you both skinnier yesterday? How in the heck did you-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Jenny interrupted, “Let me explain. First, do you believe in magic?”
“I believe that magic is science we can’t explain,” Janet said.
“Close enough,” Susan supposed, “Listen, you just moved here so you wouldn’t know the local legends yet. Basically Glendale used to be a witch town, and the witches came up with a cursed version of Truth or Dare that makes you transform into whatever the person who initiated the game can think of. When we say anything, we mean anything.”
“Y’see,” Jennifer continued, “today I found out that the curse is real, and that it was Kyle’s turn to initiate the game. He made me into this fatass shape, dared me have permanent permission to initiate the game, and to turn my friends and family this shape too!”
“W-well I’d say he gave you jerks what you deserve!” Janet bit back at them, “Serves you right for bullying people like you do.”
“Okay, punk, y’know what?” Susan growled, “Transform or Dare?”
“SUSAN!” Jennifer shrieked.
“W-wait, what’s going on?” Janet stammered.
“Listen to me,” Jennifer insisted, “You have to pick one or the other or both. If you don’t pick, then after one minute you’re forced to take both!”
“What?!”
“Clock’s ticking, chess girl!” Susan said.