Kyle was reeling; he had ALL the power here along with the control of Sandra's body, something Jennifer is not happy about at all. And while this series of back and forth revenge may not be considered socially healthy, who was he to deny his human desires.
"Alright Jen," he taunted, wiggling his wide mature hips for emphasis. "You want me to use the curse to fix things? That can very much be arranged. What do you say: deal?"
Jennifer's eyes lit up at the proposal, the prospects of a return to normalcy overshadowing the complete lack of specificity in Kyle's words. "Absolutely!" She exclaimed.
Licking his thicker lips, Kyle began to speak, "Transform or dare?" He asked.
"Both!" Jennifer blurted out without thinking.
"Perfect." He murmured. "For your transformation, you'll find that most of your entire wardrobe will be swapping with mine, with all of our new clothes fitting our bodies, resizing as needed. However, all your shoes, socks and foot jewelry will not swap with my current footwear courtesy of your mother, but instead be added to my wardrobe. Instead, you'll just receive copies of my old guy shoes and socks, exactly like the ones your mom in my old body has." The swap of their attire was quick and easy, Jennifer looking appalled at the gross boy clothes adorning her body. Kyle was loving having his mature female body wearing tight, revealing female clothes. Jennifer had worn a black miniskirt with a pink tube top today, showing off Kyle's slightly chubby belly and squeezing his E cup tits tightly together. Under his skirt was a black g string, nestled between his shaven pussy lips and providing slight stimulation just by being there. The shoes he was wearing before were now returned back to his closet at home, with him now sporting Jennifer's black platform flip flops on his mature dainty feet, raising his height to slightly over six feet tall.
But that was only the curse's first half... "For your dare, you are to reciprocate the curse back to me immediately after. I will choose transform and you will say that my new milfy body wont age any further, in fact becoming slightly more youthful in appearance, removing any age related wrinkles and tightening up my body. You'll make my tits grow up to a size M, which won't ever give my body soreness or strain and won't ever sag more than just a bit, so they don't look fake. You'll also make my height grow to a natural six foot, and my hips, thighs and butt will also grow up to three times bigger than they currently are. And just for the hell of it, you'll have my lips grow 4 times bigger to be plump DSL's and my pussy lips will grow 2 times more plump, but the interior will be slightly tighter. All my clothes will still fit my newly changed body, but be slightly too small, though not enough that they will be uncomfortable or rip, no matter how much I move. And to top it all off, no one will still be able to notice the changes except for me and you." His long winded transformation was enough to satisfy Kyle's fetish. Not only would he be Jennifer's mom living his life, but also become a curvy eternally milf aged bimbo that will have tight clothes to always accentuate his sexy body.
Within minutes, the curse switched hands and then switched back again. Kyle moaned lustfully at feeling his milf body grow as Jennifer watched in horror. Her mother's now tall and bimbofied body was forever stuck under the control of a horny guy who would dress it like a slut at his leisure.
"Thanks for the help, sweetie." Kyle mocked with the motherly talk. His now absolutely gigantic tits spilling out the top and bottom of his tube top nearly smacking Jennifer in the face. "But mama's gotta head to class, she only hopes she can squeeze her perfect booty and hips into her seat." With that, Kyle turned to walk away, his wider hips swaying and his bigger ass completely visible from under the miniskirt. Licking his plump lips, he twitched from each step as the platform flip flops slapped his soft soles and the g string rubbed against his thicker, more sensitive pussy lips. Thankfully, he made sure not to bang his head against the top of the doorframe, a potential circumstance thanks to his new base 6 ft height, added to by his 5 inch tall platform flip flops.
"Good god, I've created a monster." Jen sighed.