“Time’s up! You get both!” Kyle interrupted, following up with a stereotypical evil laugh, “Got a question for you, Jennifer… do you like chickens?”
“I… What?!” Jennifer spluttered into the receiver, “You kidding me?! Those stupid birds with their annoying clucking and shit?! No, I don’t like chickens. I hate chickens! My cousin lives on a ranch where they raise chickens and their clucking kept me up at night when we went to go visit them! The only reason I liked their ranch was because of the horses. Chickens are good only for eggs and meat as far as I’m concerned, otherwise keep them the fuck away from me!”
“I see… I see…,” Jennifer could hear the nerdy freshman grinning maliciously through the phone, “Then I know for sure you’re gonna hate what I have planned for you. Your Dare and Transformation are intertwined, Jennifer. For your Transformation, I plant a second identity into your brain, which will transform your mind and body when subconsciously triggered by the sound of a chicken, whether real or an impersonation. When you hear that noise, Jennifer Smith the East Hampton Cheer Captain will be replaced with Jiggly Jenny the Chicken Girl.”
Jennifer scoffed, “Seriously? Nice try, geek-pubes, but that’s not gonna happen. Go ahead, describe ‘Jiggly Jenny’ to me. This’ll be good for a laugh!”
“When Jiggly Jenny takes over,” Kyle explained, “your whole body will transform. First, you’ll tuck your hands into your pits and flap your elbows like chicken wings. Next, your breasts will fatten up and become two feet in diameter each, weighing you down and forcing you to lean forward. You’ll squat your legs as your butt and thighs swell up and become as fat as refrigerators. Every movement you make like this will make your fatty assets wiggle and jiggle like gelatin. Your right butt cheek will be branded with a tattoo that reads:
“I’m Jiggly Jenny! Grade-A Bird Brain! Just ask me to cluck and please rub my butt!”
“Next you’ll start acting like a chicken too, bucking and clucking as you gleefully talk about how you’re a big, bouncy, jiggly chicken butt. You’ll strut like a chicken and think of yourself as a big dum-dum. You’ll bob your head like a chicken and try to use your mouth instead of your hands unless someone tells you to. Your butt will be extremely pleasurably sensitive and you will itch to have it rubbed and fondled and even fucked, plus you’ll insist that rubbing it brings good luck. Last, you can lay huge chicken eggs on demand with your butthole instead of your pussy.
“When Jiggly Jenny’s face is splashed with water, you turn back into normal Jennifer Smith, normal body returned and all until the next time you hear clucking. You will have no memory of being Jiggly Jenny, and she will have no memory of being you. In fact, you will forget that we even had this conversation. Ta-ta, Jenny. Talk to you in a few seconds!”
The instant Kyle hung up, Jennifer suddenly felt like she’d blanked out for a few seconds. She supposed she must have picked up a wrong number and was about to go back to getting ready for class when suddenly her phone rang again. She picked it up and answered it with a curt “What?”
All she heard on the other side of the line was Kyle Perkins crowing like a chicken, and her brain shut off.