"Transform," said Kyle, swimming in fake confidence.
"Right. A transformation," said Jennifer.
She began to glance around her room, looking for some inspiration as to what she should turn him into. She wanted it to be as much of a shock for him as was possible, without it being so overwhelmingly dramatic or deforming that she couldn't sit back and enjoy the aftermath. Her scanning eyes settled on a poster she had of Ms Dynamite. A sly grin crept onto her face.
"For your transformation, Kyle, you will become a particularly well-endowed twenty year old black woman, with appropriate personality traits and clothes," said Jennifer.
"You...you bitch!" Kyle squealed.
On his end of the line his friends were just staring blankly at him, wholly unaware of what had just happened. Kyle looked at them, panicked, as Jennifer's end of the line fell dead.
"Get out!" he yelled, "Get yo' asses out!"
He looked terrified as he ushered his friends from the room and into the hallway, before locking the door behind him, and sliding down it, his head in his hands. His entire body started to tingle and go numb.
"Why would she do this...?" he asked the ether.