"Transform." Jake tried to sound confident, but couldn't quite manage it. The hesitation he was feeling couldn't be completely hidden, the shock of having the town's supposed myth seemingly begin to take shape in front of him. Even if Kyle was lying, Jake felt compelled to play it as safe as he could.
Besides, what's the worst Kyle could do with a measly transformation? Taking a dare could torpedo Jake's social life, leaving him to never recover.
"Perfect," Kyle says, making Jake freeze once more.
"You will become dependent on the first man that speaks to you today," he begins, obviously proud of him inventiveness, "and will find yourself becoming a slime. But not just any slime - you will have to live within a man's testicles from that point on to be able to survive."
Jake immediately attempts to protest, but the sound is immediately caught in his throat. The curse, perhaps? Preventing him from interrupting the bearer of his fate?
"You'll absorb that man's cum as your only sustenance, and for every hour you spend outside his body, you will have to rest for two hours in your new home so you don't dry out." Kyle pauses once more, sounding immensely smug. "If you're lucky, you might even find someone who likes the feeling of you wrapped up in his sack."
Finally, whatever's been blocking Jake's throat clears.
"You can't be serious! How the hell am I supposed to live like that?!"
"Exactly. I suggest you find a host soon." The satisfaction in Kyle's voice is both immense and obvious. He hangs up with a click, leaving Jake holding the phone as he blankly tries to process his fate, dial tone droning in his ear.