“…it is time to talk to your mom about your problem. I want you to go to you mommy and tell her that you had an accident, just like a toddler would if they were in the same situation. Then I want you to tell her I want to talk to her and hand her the phone. After I’m done talking to her, you can hang up the phone, but from now on you will call me every night at seven o’ clock, just so I can check up on you and have some more fun.”
Jennifer trudged downstairs, the load she was carrying in the back of her pants made it uncomfortable to walk. She entered her kitchen where her mom was busy preparing dinner.
Tracy, Jennifer’s mom, was in her mid forties, and although quite fetching earlier in life, a stressful career and raising a child on her own had caused her to age not so gracefully. She wasn’t obese by any stretch of the imagination, but it would definitely be fair to describe her as frumpy.
“Ugggh. What is that smell?!?” her mom asked before Jennifer could get a word in.
“Mommy, I had an accident” was the only way she could respond.
“An accident? What are you talking about?” her mom questioned.
“I pooped in my panties”, she was forced to explain. “Here,” she continued, “Kyle wants to talk with you”
And with that she handed the receiver over to a very confused looking Mrs. Smith.
“Hello?” she asked into the receiver.
“Mrs. Smith. Do you mind if I call you Tracy? I just wanted to ask you a quick question.” Kyle responded.
“Who is this?” questioned Mrs. Smith.
“Transform or Dare, Tracy?” Kyle snickered.
“What? What are you talking about? Who IS THIS?” Mrs. Smith continued to question.
Mrs. Smith had never heard of the curse before, she moved to Glendale when Jennifer was just a baby and missed the urban legend factory that was East Hampton High.
Kyle judged by her reaction that she didn’t know of the curse or of the one minute time limit before he would be able to inflict her with both. All he had to do was stall.
“I’m your daughter’s friend, Kyle Perkins we go to school together at East Hampton.”
“Well, Kyle,” Mrs. Smith cut in. “I didn’t give you permission to call me by my first name. When I was young we were always taught to have respect for our elders…” at this she launched into a droning lecture, but it wasn’t long before the minute timer on Kyle’s stop watch expired.
“Your time is up, Tracy. That means you get them both.” Kyle interrupted.
Flabbergasted by his impertinence, Mrs. Smith could do nothing but stammer.
“First, Tracy, I think I will give you a well deserved reward. After all, managing a career and raising a child all by yourself certainly must have been hard work. Therefore, I transform you into a MILF. You are going to have a hot body and not look a day over thirty.”
The onset of the changes was quite rapid. She was about to lecture Kyle further for his rude behavior when she caught her reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator door. Tracy was in shock at the appearance of the woman staring back at her. She was young and lean and dressed in a tight outfit that really showed off all of her assets.
Kyle continued, “As for your dare, my quarrel is not with you, but with your daughter. Therefore this dare is intended to punish her and not you. By now I’m sure that you realized that your daughter has had an accident. I therefore dare you to punish her by putting her back into diapers. You should humiliate her as much as possible: change her diapers in public places, talk to the school nurse about having her change Jennifer when she is at school, point out to complete strangers that she is wearing a diaper, hire her fellow schoolmates to come and baby-sit her when you have to work late. In generally just use your imagination to make it as embarrassing for her as possible.”
With that, Kyle hung up the phone and the new and improved Tracy Smith turned to her daughter with an admonishing look in her face.