"...you'll grow a tentacle around your mouth!" What?? Jen was speechless, but before she could interrupt, Kyle continued.
"For your first lie, your mouth will become an octopus-like beak. For your second lie, your nose will disappear, becoming your first tentacle. Another one will grow next to it, and so on and so forth until eight wet tentacles stretch across your face and ring your mouth. After that, with each tentacle you grow, it will merge with another, causing it to lengthen. Your two center ones will always be the longest, and your outer ones shortest. As they grow longer, they'll also thicken, potentially outgrowing your body if you keep your habit up..."
"Wh-what the Hell, Kyle?!" Jen finally interrupted. The fear in her voice was palpable, and Kyle laughed.
"Uh-uh-uh, I'm not done!" he said in the most annoyingly revengeful voice Jen had ever heard. Jen wanted to gauge out his throat hearing this nasally nerd talk to her like that!
"They'll have suckers, and like regular octopus tentacles, they'll each have their own neurons. Sure, you can control them, but often they'll move on their own, acting on your deepest instincts. Hope you don't have a dirty side, Jen." God, she wanted to gag. She was disgusted by what he was in insinuating.
"For your dare, Jennifer, I dare you to lie 4 times after I hang up! Oh, and just so this isn't *too* hard on you, everyone will always remember you as having these tentacles. I can't say for certain if they'll think it's normal, if they'll think you're a freak, but at least they shouldn't be too scared when they see you. You'll also be immortal, and after you turn 20 your aging will be 1% as fast as it used to be, becoming 1% of that each year until you hit your equivalent of 35, when it stops! Have fun at school today, Cthulhu!" Click.
"What the hell was that?!" Jen yelled, angry and disgusted by what Kyle had said to her. What a pervert! Just as she put her phone down, intent on getting ready for school through her spite, she felt a compulsion. She had to lie.
"My name is Millard Fillmore, I work in a factory, I'm 59 years old, and I love mowing the lawn! Oh my God what did I just say?!" She covered her mouth after her outburst, but was horrified as it started to tingle, her lips hardening into a beak under her fingers. She recoiled in terror as her teeth disappeared, her beak and mouth becoming lined with sharp teeth-like claws instead. Then her nose began to itch....