In front of her was Martha, dressed in the garb of a stereotypical french maid. Any other
day Jenny would have burst out laughing but today it was just too much.
"Ok" said Martha, "Laugh if you want."
"Huh?" asked Jenny. This wasn't part of the curse?
"It was a dare, ok?" said Martha, "I have no choice but to wear this."
"A dare?" asked Jenny, "Why are you following a dare? Wait, you mean..."
"It's a special kind of dare" said Martha, "And not just the double kind."
"Was it a Transform or Dare?" asked Jenny, her ears standing up as she hoped that this
was her chance get back to normal.
"You know about it?" asked Martha
"Yes" said Jenny, "Because of it...." she could not continue what she wanted to say. She
wanted to tell Martha everything and ask her to change her back, but alas, it seemed this
counted as fighting it, which Kyle had made sure she couldn't. As she fell silent her tail
twitched in frustration.