"You'd better be sure" grumbled Sam. "What are you doing?"
Jen had walked across the room and sat down at a desk. Sam and Kyle's eyes avidly followed her.
She scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper and got up. She walked toward Kyle and bent forward to his face, smiling sweetly.
"Well, Kyle--I'm going to enjoy this." She untied him and removed the gag. Kyle was nervous and said nothing.
Jen handed him the card. "You will call this number with your cell phone, and say exactly what is written on the card. No more and no less. When you are done, you will come into the family room and tell us. Do you understand?"
He nodded, having no choice thanks to the dare. Jen smiled and patted him on the head. "Good boy." Kyle smiled back.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted Sam, as Jen walked away. "Don't you hate this guy?"
"Come with me" she said, dragging him with her into the family room.
"Are you going to leave that little geek alone--"
"He has to do what I tell him. Now common."
He let her escort him out of the room. He could hear Kyle speak a few words into the phone, but only heard him say "Hello?" before he was out of earshot.
In the family room Jen and Sam helped themselves to their deceased parent's liquor cabinet. After a few vodkas they were feeling frisky and were in the middle of some heavy petting when they felt extra hair on each other's bodies, as the changes began. They paused as Kyle came back into the room.
"Well?" Jen said. Her eyes had turned yellow and her ears were pointed, with down covering the tips. Several bulges underneath her shirt indicated budding pairs of extra breasts.
Kyle's face was curious. "I've done what you've told." Sam glared at him with yellow eyes of his own. Coarse hair extended up in an unbroken mass from his unbuttoned shirt collar to his sideburns.
"Good boy" said Jen, again giving Kyle a smile. "Take off your pants and put them on the chair. You'll need them again when you transform back...."