Later, in retrospect, Kylie would not know why she instinctively shouted what she did. She always figured that in this moment of anger and best-served-cold revenge, she'd pick something disfiguring or embarrassing or, frankly, anything but what she shouted. Perhaps it was something from the depths of her freshly female body that had left her disorientated and unable to follow through with something malicious, but whatever it was, the words that fell from her mouth surprised them all.
"I command you to transform into the perfect boyfriend for my new body!"
"Uh, Kyle..." started one of his friends, but Kylie shot him a sideways look that any naturally born female would have been proud of.
From the other end of the line, Kylie heard commotion, and the sound of the phone being dropped and hitting the floor. With renewed confidence, she hung up the phone and propped herself up against the wall to try and collect her thoughts.
*
Jennifer knew she shouldn't have pushed her luck. She shouldn't have been so arrogant. She should have picked dare. But whatever stupid sense of pride had consumed her, she was paying for it now. She barely had time to register anything that was happening as she was being attacked by an overwhelmingly strange sensation. She'd fallen to the floor what seemed like eons ago. Every so often she'd feel a spat of difference - her shoulders wider, her hair shorter - but for the most part it was like she wasn't really here, and this wasn't really happening.
She passed out.
Then she awoke.
She wondered if it had been hours, or merely minutes. Sprawled out on her back, staring at her bedroom ceiling, she dared not move. Emitting a faint moaning noise, she was forewarned to the truth of the situation as she heard the low growl of a man purring at her. She felt...strange. Different proportions. Different signals.
Pulling herself to her feet, she decided that she would have to stop thinking in terms of "Shes." So he decided that first thing was first, and he should see what he now looked like. Who he now was. Luckily there was an abundance of mirrors in Jennifer's - no - Justin's bedroom, and it didn't take him long before he was staring into his new face.
What he saw was...well, it was certainly male...