Kyle looked down in horror as his shorts and tee changed in design, his ratty black band shirt now a pastel yellow. His shorts shortening to accent his still flat male ass. His clothes now sitting in between sexes. Thankfully on the outside, the clothes still matched his age, but Kyle knew that wouldn't last for long. While he had three days before becoming an infant girl, he might only have minutes until turning into a three year old. Noone could ever predict how the cursed worked, and Jennifer wasn't specific. Kyle shuddered, he was screwed. Kyle started to move down the hall in the direction of Jennifer, maybe if he found her again he could think of a convincing lie or just honestly beg for mutual aid, after all. Jennifer had the curse first, meaning she'd always be several steps younger than he would. Kyle felt the tingle return as he winced as his boxers snapped to being white tight underwear. Kyle pawed at his groin as he straightened himself out. No doubt the first step to panties.
The change only made him move faster, he turned to look down each hallway. Where did Jennifer go? Kyle screamed to himself in his head, the tingle already returning. This was going to get bad.