Jennifer thought a bit. "Well, Liz is smart. She used the 'dare' portion of the curse to dare me to curse her with exactly what she wanted. So the only way out of it is to choose 'transform' so she can't dare you into giving the curse back to her."
"Makes sense," said Kyle. "Wish I'd thought of doing that when I got you with the curse."
"Yeah, well," Jennifer said. "Neither of us is that smart. Or bitchy."
"Liz have any weaknesses?" Kyle asked.
"Only one. She's really vain. She turned herself into a beautiful Persian catgirl and made it so that everyone thinks that's normal."
Kyle snorted. "Copycat."
Jennifer frowned. "You know, you really sound annoying. But I think that's the key. Use your curse of being so unlikeable to annoy her. Talk trash about skanky catgirls. Make mewing sounds. Tasteless jokes."
Kyle grinned. "Like puns about 'pussy'?"
"Ooh, she'll hate that. If you tick her off enough, she'll curse you for spite."
Kyle looked at himself. "There are worse things to be than a scrawny geek, but if I can get the curse, it's worth the risk."
Jennifer said, "I'll wait here and watch. She should be coming out of the library in a minute or so."
Kyle nodded, then went and took a position on one of the benches, waiting as Liz came out of the library, her cloud of glowing cat fur floating about her. He began to sing, off-key and gratingly, "Oh I love littly pussy/Her fur is so warm/and if I don't hurt her/she'll do me no harm."
Liz paused. "What? Are you talking to me, you geek?"
"Am I talking to the pussy-girl?" Kyle replied. "What if I am?" He then started to hum "cat-scratch fever" below his breath.
"You're nothing," Liz said. "Just a useless geek."
"Yeah," Kyle shot back, "but at least I don't smell like tuna fish on both ends. Pussy-pussy-puss-puss-puss....."
Jennifer listened and watched him from across the quad. Kyle was world-class annoying.
Liz hissed at him. "Don't make me do something you'll regret."
"What?" Kyle taunted. "Are you going to have kittens or something, pussygirl?"
"You're just trying to get my goat," Liz said, then a wicked gleam sparked in her cat's eyes and she lashed her tail. Then she purred, "Transform or dare...."
Kyle cocked his head, playing stupid. "Transform?" he echoed. "What are you talking about, pussygirl?"
"It's a curse," she hissed, "and since you're trying to get my goat, I think you should get your own. You get to be a goatboy. A big, smelly, goatboy, all hairy and stinky, with a goat's appetites. And I dare you to eat your own shorts, then ask me 'Transform or Dare' and transform me into even more radiant of a catgirl than I am, and dare me to scratch your goat face with my claws while you stand there and take it for insulting a lady."
As she said this the energy roiled around Kyle and he started sprouting horns, and hair, and getting bigger, and bigger, until he bulked up into an anthropomorphic football player goat, with a goatee and everything. Kyle then grinned a goaty grin. "You know, pussygirl, I said, 'Transform.' I don't have to take any dare from you." He fingered his enormous and bulging crotch. "But you said I'd get a goat's appetites, so I think I'd like to eat your cheerleading skirt, then eat what's under that too...." He licked his lips lasciviously with his long goat tongue.
Liz hissed in fear and ran away while Kyle laughed his goaty laugh.
Jennifer was a little horrified. He was no longer a little geek, but was still just as annoying as an oversexed goatboy, and kind of frightening too.
And kind of sexy too, she realized as she smelled his goaty musk, which was disgusting to her human portion, but enticing to her sheep portion. "Baaah..." she bleated winsomely on instinct, hoping to get his attention.