It's a long and difficult journey, but Gina finally manages to drag Jen home. She promptly squeezes herself into the pool (thank God it's a saltwater pool and not chlorinated. Her gills, having been borne of a seafaring fish that made up her fish sandwich from before can handle saltwater) while Gina grabs the phone.
"Yes, hi, I've been assaulted. No, no, I'm fine, some bruising on my neck, but I don't think I'm hurt too bad. Yes, I do know who did it. His name's Kyle Smith. He lives at 321 Chestnut. Yes. I can verify that he attacked me, yes. Yes, there is a witness. Yes sir, we'll be there as soon as can be. Thank you, sir."
Then she hangs up and heads back into the backyard.
"Alright, let's do this quick, get you back to normal so we can go down to the station and get Kyle busted for good, yeah?"
"Yeah. Okay, so I say it?" Jen asks, propping herself up on the side of the pool.
"Yup. And you dare me to transform you back to normal."
"Uh, okay. Transform or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to turn me back to normal."
"Okay. Now when I say it you pick 'Transform' and I'll turn you back. Ready? Transform or dare?"
"Transform."
"Okay, you will return to normal. And now you have the curse. Now here's the plan, girl. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan, Kyle will spend the next few weeks or so in jail awaiting trial. We're gonna go visit him and lay it back on him, only we'll make sure he can never pass it on to anyone. Ever."
"You think that'll work?" Jen asks as she watches her body slowly shrink back to its normal self. After it's done, she clambers out of the pool, stark naked and shivering. "Gina, can you..."
"Towel, yeah." She heads over to the poolhouse at a quick jog and pulls out a large, colorful towel, and tosses it to her. "You can borrow some of my clothes after we clean you up."
***
Meanwhile, Kyle had run back to his house, cackling to himself in glee. He felt like such a genius! Jennifer was ruined! RUINED! All thanks to him, all thanks to...
*Ding Dong*
The doorbell? Who could that be? Gina? He peeks out from his bedroom door to watch his mother get the door. It's... wait, the police?! WHAT?!
"Hello, officers. Can I help you?"
"Ma'am, is your son Kyle here?"
"Why, yes, he's upstairs. Is he in trouble?"
"Ma'am, could you bring him downstairs for us, please? We need to have a talk with him."
"Uh, yes, but I'd like to know what this is all about." She says warily as she makes her way up the stairs. Kyle's heart is pounding. They know. They know. Gina must have called the cops and now... oh, no, oh no....
"Kyle, there are some police here to see you. What on Earth did you do?" his mom asks. He ignores the question and stalks moodily down the stairs.
"Kyle Smith?" one of the officers asks.
"Yeah."
"We received a call from one Gina Moloney. She claims that you assaulted her..."
"ASSAULT!?!" Kyle's mother shouts in shock.
"Ma'am, please. She claims you throttled her by the neck, and she has a witness who will back up this claim. We're going to need you to come with us to the station."
"Wait, you can't do this! My Kyle's a good boy, he wouldn't..."
"Mom, I did. I choked that bitch with my own two hands. I should'a finished the job, too."
"Alright, that's enough. Cuff the bastard."