"Transform... Or dare?" Jennifer asks Kyle, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. Her face, which at this moment, Kyle is staring at as if in a daze.
"Oh... Transform, please..." he seems to her as if he were expectant... Hopeful, even. This shakes her for a moment, but only a moment. Time to get back on task.
"You will slowly become a walrus," she starts, allowing a pause to let the reality of it sink in for him.
"Wait, walrus? Why?" he seems genuinely shocked.
"A walrus," she continues, ignoring his plea, "one who as of right now has lost the ability to say 'transform or dare' and as such can't curse me back."
"What?!? Jennifer, please! Take it back! Don't you see why I did this to you?" he drops to his knees, and she can see that tears are welling up in his eyes.
"I don't know and I don't care. You ended my life, so I'm ending yours. Better get somewhere where walruses live, Kyle. Unless you'd rather live in a zoo."
"I did it because I love you!!" he screeches, pounding slowly widening fists into the sand. Already his face is looking thicker.
"Because you love me? You ruined my life because you love me? Are you retarded?"
"I thought, I thought if you were a freak, you could learn to love an outcast like me, that I would offer my companionship when nobody else would and you'd make me like whatever you'd become so we could be together! Don't you see?"
"So you thought that because you turned me into a fish woman I'd turn you into a fish man and we'd live happy ever after?" Jennifer asks. Maybe if things were different, she'd take putt on him. But they're not. She'll never see her family again, her friends. They'll wonder what happened to her, eventually assume she died and if she did go to see them, they'd never recognize her.
"Yes!" Kyle howls as his canine teeth begin to lengthen into tusks.
"Well, that's ridiculous and you're crazy. Goodbye, Kyle. I hope you're happier as a walrus than you ever were as a person. Just consider yourself lucky I've given you the whole animal form and not half."
Jennifer turns around and begins walking to the water, returning once more to the ocean that is her home. She'll have to find a cave, a rock hollow, something to take shelter in for the night.
"Wait! Don't... Nnyuh! Don't weave me, pwease!" Kyle wails, his walrus blubber growing in and straining against his thin human body. His steadily lengthening tusks are making speech difficult. His legs are slowly dwindling into rear flippers, making walking difficult. After many more hours, he'll be a walrus.