"Everyone knows the curse is fake. Transform, give it your best shot." Jen said.
"Fine. Have you ever played Zelda: Wind Waker? You know that talking boat? For your transformation, you'll become a variation of that boat. You'll still need to to eat, drink, sleep, and go to the bathroom. You'll still be able to breath but it won't be needed. Your breasts will triple in size and will produce several gallons of milk per day. You'll be immortal, you're wood will never rot and you will never grow old." Kyle said. Jen heard a click.
"That was weird." she said. She took one step and fell to the floor. She looked at her legs, they had fused into a single wood column. A wooden platform immediately grew from what used to be her heels. T the back was a tiller, and underneath the surface was curved like that of any other boat, with a rudder at the back. It could easily break off if she was propped up on solid ground. Wooden walls shot up 2 feet above her floor. The wood had spread up to her naval, but she still had full mobility above the thighs. Jen began crying, stripped of her humanity. Her breasts swelled, shredding her bra and her top. Milk dripped from her nipples. Now fully transformed into a half-boat girl, she laid there on the floor, crying her eyes out.