The three Jens spent the next four minutes trying to get to their closet, and after struggling to even get their pajamas off, they lay on the floor in their misery and frustration.
“Bodies were not meant to be controlled like this!” The left head fummed, slapping their palms against the ground in frustration. “I’m so tired of falling over!”
“You’re tired of it? Think how I feel. I’m the one who has to feel how sore our butt is.” The middle Jen snapped.
“I can feel that a little too.” Right Jen whimpered slightly. “I hate this. Do we really have to live like this for the rest of our lives?”
“...Maybe not.” The middle Jen said, thinking a little. “That whole ‘transform or dare’ thing seemed a lot like play on ‘true or dare’, right? Maybe after that jerk used it on us, we got it now. Or whoever is the original Jen has it. Maybe we can use it to fix ourselves.”
“That’s… not a bad idea.” Left Jen said. “So what, try to use it to fuse us all back together into one person?”
“And risk being three personalities all stuck in one head, without a way to make use of the curse?” Right Jen said shaking her head as much as their cramped situation would allow. “No. I think we are just going to have to accept that there are now three of us. Let’s just try to make things manageable.”
“Alright… so who wants to try first?” Middle Jen asked.
“...Not saying that you are any more Jen than we are, but you are in the middle. Try using the curse on me.” Left Jen said.
“Alright then, Left Jen, Transform or Dare?” Middle Jen asked.
“Transform.” Left Jen replied.