"Okay, we'll play this stupid game," Jennifer said. "Let's see you try to transform me into something. Like someone who actually wants to waste her morning talking to a freak on the phone."
"You and your cheerleading pals think you're so hot, don't you?" Kyle snapped back. "You think just because you've got the looks and the football team's attention you think you're the hottest group in school. Well, it's time to see just how hot you can really get."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jennifer spat. For a moment she wondered if Kyle's idea of "revenge" was to give her the body of a Playboy centerfold, and if that was the case then she didn't care if the curse was real or not. "I don't have time to listen to your perverted fantasies."
"It may be perverted, but not the way you're thinking," Kyle responded. "You're going to transform into a sheep-girl, complete with a heavy coat of black wool. And just because I'm a merciful guy, I'll spare you unnecessary ridicule by making your transformation seem completely natural to everyone except you and me. Everyone at school will act as if you've been a sheep-girl all your life.
"By the way, I recommend removing whatever clothes you're planning on wearing. The weather forecast calls for a high of around 85 today, and it would be such a shame to collapse from heat stroke."
There was a click on the phone, and Jennifer realized Kyle had hung up. "What the hell is with that kid?" she asked the now-dead receiver.
She went about looking for her top once more, and finally located it under the foot of her bed, next to her other sock. "I'll have to find a way for Martha to pull double-duty tomorrow, this place is a pig sty," she muttered. She sat on her bed to pull on the other sock.
"That's strange," she said. "I could have sworn I didn't shave too long ago." Her legs were looking a tad more hairy than she would have liked to appear in public. "Well, it's too late to do anything about it now. If I don't leave in ten minutes, I won't make it to the homeroom bell."
Usually she had plenty of time to walk the few blocks from her house to the school, but her search for her top, and more notably the call from Kyle, had delayed her usual schedule.
"Well, it's not really that noticeable," Jennifer muttered as she pulled up her other sock.