..."Transform!" Jen snapped out. She wasn't sure why, she had been so paralyzed with fear that even though she knew that Dare would probably be better she had gone for Transform anyway. She could feel the enormity of the situation and swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Kyle could remake her, change her body, her personality, absolutely anything.
There was a disappointed pause that carried over the phone. He'd been hoping to get "Both" of course but it almost seemed like he had been hoping for Dare instead of Transform. Jen tried very hard to figure out why that could be but her thoughts couldn't navigate the tangled and tense moment. Kyle sighed a little and said, "Well, I can't say I haven't planned this out. I want you to understand that this is Justice, right? For the way you've treated just about everyone at our school." Jen tried to stay something but felt as though something invisible was stopping up her mouth in the moment, keeping her from interrupting Kyle's words and the transfer of the Curse.
"For your transformation, you will physically become an ideal target for a bully. Your hair will be curly and unruly, your teeth will be in severe braces, and you'll be flat chested and flat assed but with an unruly tangled bush and a huge mound. You'll be super tall, gawky, and awkward. Your mind won't change at all, and everyone will remember this as the real version of you. Have a good fucking life, bitch."
The phone line went dead and quiet and Jen spat out a strangled, "Fuck you!" She could feel the weight of the curse on her, a tenseness between her shoulder blades that she was aware of in that moment, a knowledge that the dangerous power of the curse was coiling like a viper inside her even as it changed her. Jen turned, a chill running through her body as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. In the mirror she could see as she herself and her room changed around her. Her body being different appeared to have a ripple effect - even if her personality was the same. Not just the clothes becoming a lot more concealing and less colorful, but the whole room looking darker and more decorated with posters, magazine clippings and drawings that seemed angrier somehow.
Jen watched as her outfit and body slowly shifted together. Her tight shirt gaining layers of baggy sweaters over a rail thin and flat torso. Her face growing gaunt and pale, covered in freckles and mouth full of metal braces large enough that she could already feel herself drooling a little more around them. Thick coke-bottle glasses shimmered as her vision blurred and then nearly corrected and her hair grew out into an unruly black curly mess. She was growing taller even as she grew thinner, up to six foot three at least but with no grace or her former athletic prowess. Her skirt, briefly a short skimpy thing that now went down just past an ironing-board flat ass, shifted into a pair of heavy concealing jeans. Even with the fact that they had been clearly selected to hide it, they still mounded up at the front around a very visible (and probably permanent) cameltoe.
Jen shuddered a bit and adjusted her clothes, the throbbing and ominous silence of her room seeming to weigh heavily on her. She had few thoughts, but a deep well of resentment and a burning disgust built within her. She would get Kyle for this, and she would get her fucking body back, somehow. With her jaw pressed tightly closed and hands balled into fists she stomped down to the garage. A year ago her parents had bought her a pretty reasonable used car. She was surprised to see that it had been replaced with a more expensive and dangerous looking black muscle car. Her backpack had the key inside so she pushed the strangeness of that aside and climbed in, bumping her head on the door as she tried to adjust her gangly and clumsy limbs inside.
She still had to go to school but she knew just what she would do while she was there...