As Jennifer's laughter boomed out, Kyle felt his clothes start to change.
He felt the legs of his pants started to creep up his legs... They had started at his ankles, but soon, they passed his knees, and, by that time, the legs had started to separate and rejoin as one, unbifurcated covering: a skirt.
Too distracted by his lower garment's transformation, Kyle didn't notice that his shirt had changed, too. Only when his skirt, which had been a pair of pants that morning, started to fuse with it did he realize that the t-shirt he had put on that morning, one of his favorites, a blue one advertising his favorite band, now had shorter sleeves and a neckline that dipped down fairly low.
As the very final fibers of his clothes merged, the color of the now single garment morphed to a light shade of pink. Kyle gawked at his new, pink attire. Almost at the very instant he noticed that his boxers, the only item of clothing (besides his socks and shoes) that remained as he had put on that morning, were poking from the bottom of his dress, he felt the area they covered start to itch and burn. As quickly as he could, he threw them off, not even bothering to take off his shoes. The underwear landed under his feet.
Kyle turned to Jennifer in anger, but before he could say anything, his knees started to shake.
"Ooh," Jennifer cooed, her laughter finally dying down, "Here comes the last part of the dare!"