The razor felt icy cold on her skin as her heavy wool was sheared off her body. A female assistant of Dr. Tisdale's, a girl named Valerie, was performing the task in a plain white room with a speckled linoleum floor. Jennifer wasn't comfortable with stripping naked at first, but she decided it was for the best. After all, she was getting over a million dollars for this stuff. Once the wool on her body was removed, Valerie made a few passes across her head and shaved most of her curly hair off. She left a decent amount untouched so that Jennifer had a cute, tidy wool hairdo that looked rather like a fancy poodle's.
"All set," Valerie said as she shut off the razor. After Jennifer had put her clothes back on, Valerie let several workers into the room to sweep the wool into bags labeled "100% Pure Jennifer Wool" She wondered if she could walk into a department store and see those same words on the tags of black sweaters. She couldn't imagine herself wearing a sweater made out of her own body hair...and for that matter, she couldn't believe anybody else did, either.
"We'll see you in three months, Jennifer," Valerie said as they left the building.
"Three months?" She thought to her self. "Of course, wool doesn't grow that fast." She looked over to Dr. Tisdale, who was writing a check to her mother.
"That's two million, twenty-three thousand dollars," he said. "Always a pleasure."
"That's my Jennifer," she heard her mom say.
"...But I know a way to make it grow faster," Jennifer thought. She was already forming a plan to get even more money.
***
That evening, Jennifer called her friend Claire. "I missed you at school today," Claire said. "You'll have to make up a science test."
"Forget the science test," Jennifer said. "I'm rolling in dough over here." She peered over to the piles of unopened shopping bags she had spent the afternoon acquiring. Apparently her mom always took her to the mall right after shearing to spend some of their riches. The rest were deposited in Swiss banks to fund Jennifer's future, and possibly to buy her way into an Ivy League university.
"I know, I know, you're rich," Claire's tired voice rolled over the phone. "Stop rubbing it in. Money can't buy everything, you know."
"But it can buy almost everything. Listen, I have a plan to make even more, and you can even get in on it." Jennifer told Claire all about the Transform or Dare curse Kyle had put on her...though she made sure not to say the words of the curse and accidentally put it on Claire before she was ready.
"So here's the plan," Jennifer said. "I give you the curse, and you give it back to me transforming me to grow wool ten times faster. In return, you get to be or do anything you want."
Claire was silent for a moment. Jennifer wondered if Claire was even going to believe this far-out idea, especially since she herself hadn't believed at first, either.
"Oh what the heck," Claire finally responded. "I feel stupid for saying this, but if it's gonna get me whatever I want I can't just say 'no,' can I?"
"Great!" Jennifer said gleefully. "What do you want me to transform you into?"