“Fuck off, dipshit,” Jennifer snapped, “God, you’re so stupid, thinking you can take revenge on me with magic. I don’t care what Samantha says, magic ain’t real and neither is the town curse thing, so fucking get over yourself and leave me alone. You got pantsed, big whoop. It’s not like I kicked your dog or whatever.”
“It was a lot worse than that and you know it,” Kyle shrieked, peaking out the phone’s microphone, “I know the curse is real because one of the football guys dared me to go commando that day, so don’t tell me what is and isn’t real about magic!”
“Oh yeah, I was wondering why you didn’t have any underwear on,” Jenny realized for a moment, “Kind of a treat seeing everyone laugh at your micropenis though! I almost pissed myself laughing!”
“God, could you be any more of an insensitive bitch?” Kyle growled, “Doesn’t matter though, because you didn’t make a choice, so now you have to have both! So here’s what’s going to happen to you. For your transformation, become four and a half feet tall, grow a cute nerdy pair of buck teeth and get nerdy braces, gain a round, pudgy gut and chunky legs, and grow a pair of really huge boobs. Like, really huge, disproportionately huge, like you’re smuggling a pair of watermelons under your shirt. Those new boobs are the main attraction for your transformation, because they’re gonna lactate like crazy, and if you don’t take care of them they’re liable to soak through your clothes. Constantly dribbling a little bit and spraying when you squeeze your tits. Oh, and your wardrobe is going to be a little nerdier, but still cute, all sweater vests and mini-skirts and striped panties and floppy thigh highs.
“Your dare comes in two parts,” Kyle continued, “First, I dare you to suddenly possess a ton of stereotypically nerdy knowledge, everything from biology and chemistry to anime and video games. I want you to be able to excitedly gush about it for hours, info dumping about whatever topic you love at the slightest opportunity. Second, I dare you to humiliate yourself sometime at school today, and make it public and an accident. And I want you to get off to being humiliated, like hands-free orgasm when you get flustered and embarrassed enough, and I want your tits to spray like open faucets when you orgasm.
“One more thing about your milk,” Kyle added, “It’s the sweetest, creamiest milk anyone’s ever had and it’s going to be very valuable. I want you to be more than happy to share, especially straight from the tap, and I’m gonna change reality to make it socially acceptable for you to breastfeed people in public and for people to want your milk. No point in making milk if it’s not gonna be drank.”
“All that?” Jenny asked flatly, “All that for getting pantsed by a cheerleader? This sounds less like revenge and more like an excuse for you to bring some kind of weird sex fantasy of yours to life. Is that what this is? Is that what this was all about?”
“Doesn’t matter what it was really about,” Kyle spluttered, “What matters is that I got back at you! Have the changes taken effect yet?”
“Like I would tell you,” Jennifer growled, too focused on yelling at the nerd calling her to notice the nerd she was becoming, “You’d jutht love that, wouldn’t you? You’d love for me to give you a play by play of my body shrinking down while it gets fatter and my titth blow up like huge water balloonth and start making milkieth, wouldn’t you?”
“Sounds to me like your teeth are already transformed by now,” Kyle smugged. Jenny, stunned by his response, experimentally ran her tongue over her teeth. Sure enough she could feel braces on her top row, and that her two front teeth had grown into cartoony Timmy Turner buck teeth, poking over her lower lip like a cute cartoon squirrel.
“ACK! MY TEETH!” Jenny shrieked, “MY BEAUTIFUL TEETH! I jutht got rid of my braceth two years ago!”
“If you think that’s bad,” Kyle taunted, “you’ll wanna look at the rest of yourself.”
“The rest of my… self?” Jennifer looked at herself in the nearest floor length mirror. “No no no no NO NO NOOOOO!” she cried as she saw her new body. Just as Kyle promised, she was suddenly four and a half feet tall, she had leaking tits the size of watermelons that looked ridiculous on her short and stout body, and she had a round and pudgy stomach held up by thick and chunky thighs. She also saw her cheer uniform mutating and changing around her into a decidedly more nerdy outfit. Yellow sweater vest over a green blouse that stretched comically around her chest, a green and yellow plaid miniskirt, floppy knee high stockings, and overly cutesy green and yellow converse sneakers. She could see dark circles forming on the chest of her sweater vest as her milk was already starting to soak into her clothes.
“KYLE YOU FUCK SHIT!” Jennifer screamed down her phone, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed already?” Kyle snickered.
“Embarrassing doesn’t begin to describe how I feel right now,” Jennifer barked, “This is completely out of line, dumbass!”
“Well we’ll see how your tone changes when you get to school today,” Kyle shrugged, “You do have a dare to fulfill, don’t you? Or is someone too chicken?”
“I’ll show you chicken, chicken!” Jennifer shouted before hanging up, “Great! Now I have to deal with looking like a stereotypical cartoon nerd all day. I look like Tootie Swanson from calculus ‘cept with bigger tits. God, just thinking about being seen like this is embarrassing… why does that excite me though?”