Kyle opened his mouth to speak his reply, but Liz hardly gave him the chance. She pounced, knocking him to the grassy turf. She clamped a hand on his mouth as wavy tendrils of red-brown hair floated down over their heads. She stared at him with the wide eyes of a predator who just caught her prey and was ready to eat him for dinner.
"Time's up," she smiled. She got up off Kyle's stunned body and waited a moment for him to pick himself up. "You get both parts of the curse. For your transformation, you will grow a collar and a leash which will be permanently fastened to your body. I dare you to be my willing and able slave, at my beck and call 24/7. Are we in agreement?"
Kyle stood there, his calm expression refusing to fade into surprise or fear. "No, I don't think so."
"What?" Liz shouted. "What's going on? You should be under the curse's control! Where's your collar?"
"It's not his collar," Jennifer called. Liz's eyes shot to the bleachers behind Kyle, where Jennifer had appeared. The sheep-girl was twirling a black leather leash in her hand. Liz could see one end of the leash disappeared into the thick wool on Jennifer's neck.
"How?!" she choked, incredulous.
Kyle reached into his ears and pulled out two small yellow bits of foam. "I swiped these earplugs from the shop room. I never heard the curse. I was reading your lips this whole time."
"But I did hear the curse," Jennifer said. "And I picked transform only." She smiled a slightly buck-toothed overbite smile. The ball was finally back in her court.