Liz giggled evilly, then purred, pleased that her plan had worked so well. But she was also wanting a bit of revenge on Jen, who'd sent the stupid twerp Kyle off to steal the curse from her. But if Jen wanted the curse back, she might as well get it with interest.
"Kylie, listen to me," Liz instructed. "I want you to go up to Jen the sheep girl and tell her 'Transform or Dare.' And if she picks dare, I want you to dare her to come use the curse on me, but only in a nice way that I'd enjoy. And if she picks transform, have her turn into a really studly ram dude, 'cause I know that being a guy would freak her out even more than being a sheep. But if you can, try to delay her so you can hit her with both barrels and both transform and dare her. Got that?"
Kylie the ditzy catgirl cocked her head and continued twirling her long blond hair around one clawed finger. "I think so..." she drawled slowly and gave Liz a vapid look. "Transform or Dare? That's what I go ask the sheepgirl, right?"
"Yes," Liz snapped. "But you're not--"
"Wait, wait," Kylie interrupted. "I think I got it." Kylie furrowed her furry brow, trying to concentrate. "Now, if I dare her, I say something like 'I dare you to curse me with the nicest, happiest, bestest curse I could possibly have' and if I transform her, I say, 'I want you to transform into a really hunky dude, like a big football player, cause we cheerleaders love football players' and then she couldn't be on the cheerleading team anyway, cause she'd be a guy, right?"
"Right!" Liz, or really, Laz, roared, the curse of ditzy Kylie taking effect, transforming Liz the sexy catgirl into Laz the hunky catdude. He took stock of himself, then said, "You're really a ditz sometimes, Kylie."
Kylie giggled girlishly. "I'm a girl!"
Laz rolled his eyes, caught by his own curse. "Transform or Dare?" he asked Kylie.
She giggled. "I'm not that much of a ditz, Laz. You don't have to remind me--that's what I'm supposed to ask Jen!"
"No, you don't understand. You passed the curse back. Do you want me to dare you or transform you?"
Kylie giggled. "Surprise me! But after that, can we go shopping?"
"Whatever," Liz said, both tired of the banter and spurred by the curse. "I dare you to be as intelligent as you are ditzy right now, and you should transform into whatever you were before you were first cursed, but even better, and you'd be really rich too so you can go shopping all you like."
Kylie stood, stricken, then the ditzy look peeled from her face as the fur fell out, then the features turned into that of geeky Kyle, then morphed up into studly hunky football linebacker Kyle, then morphed into super studly super hunky super linebacker Kyle, dressed in the latest fashions, custom-tailored for his massive frame, with gold Rolex on his wrist.
Kyle looked down at himself. "Cool beans..."