"Transform." And then he spat on the ground in front of her. "Do your f-ing worst."
Jennifer picked up the sheet he had drawn of the monster he'd turned her into. The care and feeding sheet caught her eye, specifically the name on the top.
"You made me into one of your alien species? From your dippy little sci fi novels?"
The color in Kyle's face seemed to fade a bit as he saw her reading the sheet. "They're not dippy. Hurry up and get this game over with."
But Jennifer finished reading the paper. Apparently, the creature he had turned her into was the queen form of a hermephroditic hive species. Asexual reproduction was mentioned more than once, as was the need for social interaction among members of the species. But the telling term was written in Kyle's clear handwriting.
The aliens he had designed had a hive mind.
"Fine. Kyle, your transformation is to become another member of this species...a normal, average member, according to the concepts of your own imagination." She said, and smiled, exposing lots of sharp dangerous teeth.
Kyle turned completely pale...and slowly the telling blusish tinge emerged on his skin.