Jen knew full well what the game was capable of. Just looking at her mother, no, the person who had once been her mother, was enough to convince her of that.
The fox gave her a sly grin full of mischief and amusement. He was surely counting down the time, waiting—and hoping—she was going to not say anything and get stuck with both. But Jen knew better than to play into his games. Well, she kinda had to at the moment, but that didn’t mean she had to give him the upper hand.
Jen let out a sigh. She didn’t like being forced into this situation with this fox man (she refused to even acknowledge Sam as her mother) yet she knew she had to go with the safer option of dare. Sure, he might make her do something perverted, but it was better than being forcefully changed into something new like transform did.
“Transform.”
The word had come out faster than Jen had processed it in her brain. But the slip up was immediately recognized by both parties.
“Wait! I meant dare! Dare!” Jen frantically said, futilely trying to cover her mistake. But there were no do-overs in Transform or Dare, and they both knew it.
“My, my. Never would’ve guessed my daughter was one so eager to be transformed,” Sam said in a playful manner before letting out a deep chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fun for both of us.”