Liz slowly backed away from them. "Very clever. But it's too late. I've got the cheerleading squad ready to vote on a new captain."
"Kyle," Jennifer called playfully. "Transform or Dare?"
"Transform," Kyle replied. "And make it good."
"Your body now has the ability to stretch to impossible lengths and retract like a rubber band."
Liz decided to make a full-out break for it. With cat-like dexterity she sped down the field away from the two most dangerous people on the planet.
"This is going to be fun," Kyle said as he shot his arms out fifty or so feet. He felt no pain as his skin, muscles and bones stretched like taffy, just a mildly pleasant tingle in his arms. He wrapped them around Liz several times and pulled her all the way back to the bleachers, pressing her tightly against his body.
Jennifer watched Liz squirm for a moment. "All right, Liz," she walked slowly around Liz and Kyle like an interrogator. "I thought you were my friend. A true friend. But I guess fame is more important than people you can step over to get it."
"Look who's talking," Liz spat. "You're always making fun of people 'lesser' than you. You're just as mean-spirited as I am."
"Maa-a-a-aybe," Jennifer bleated. "But certain..." she pulled a lock of wool on her forearm, stretching out its curls to find it was a good nine inches long. "...things I've experienced today have made me think about how wrong I've been." She looked at Kyle, and though the curse was preventing him from saying it, his eyes told Jennifer that he was pleased to see her personality changing for the better.
Kyle extended an arm to cover Liz's mouth. "Liz, Transform or Dare?"