"Fuck off, Kyle Perkins!" Jen screamed into the phone. "Your nerdy occult shit doesn't scare me! I know the fucking curse isn't real!" She was honestly scared, but could only run her mouth in response even as a bead of nervous sweat trickled down her forehead. She went quiet, trembling, waiting for the geeky teen's response to her outburst.
A minute passed by with an eerie silence, and Jen found herself frozen to the spot, unable to do anything. A gut wrenching feeling of the inevitable took hold as she realized that it wasn't by her will that she couldn't move. Her eyes teared up, and she waited.
"By now you've probably guessed that it -- the fucking curse, of course -- is real." Kyle chuckled. "And you probably can't move, because you wasted your minute to decide being a bitch. Dumb, Jen, dumb! So until I tell you what's going to happen, you're a living statue. Pretty cool, huh?"
Jen could only stand there with the phone to her ear, wanting to scream, cry, slam down the phone, anything.
"Oh, Jen, Jen, Jen." Kyle laughed disturbingly, snorting. "You picked the wrong guy to fuck with. You really did. So here's how it's going down, because you get both Transform and Dare! Ready?"
Jen's eyes went wide with horror. The extent of her motion.
"First, for your transformation. From this moment on, your mind and your sexy cheerleader body are now toys for other people to warp and change however they want whenever they want. For instance, if I were to say you're a bitch you'll have to obey and turn into a female dog. Or if I tell you I want you to suck my dick, you'll have to obey. Hell, if I told you I wanted you to turn into a twelve foot tall six breasted cow you'd have to do it. The best part is that you can't change yourself and both you and the world will be aware of what happens to you. Sound good?"
Jen let out a muffled cry. The tears were flowing from her eyes in pure horror. She had so many enemies... and it wouldn't take long for something to happen to her.
"Sounds like you approve!" Kyle said gleefully. "Now, for your dare, you're going to hang up the phone when I'm finished, forget about this call, forget about your transformation, and go on living your life like the enormous doomed slut you are. See you at school, Jen! I'll be interested to see what happens once people figure out they can do whatever they want to you."
The line went dead, and Jen suddenly wavered in dizziness, listening to the dial tone buzzing in her ear. In confusion, wondering why she was crying, she hung up the phone and looked around, puzzled. She wiped her eyes, feeling strange and tingly, and had to sit down for a moment.
* * *
Kyle Perkins hung up the phone in his parent's basement and grinned madly, turning to the young goth chick sitting next to him. His amusement was short lived, however, as the pale skinned girl stared at him crossly.
"Don't be so proud of yourself, Mr. Perkins." The girl scolded. "Don't forget who gave you that power, and don't forget the price you paid for it."
Kyle gulped, and lowered his head submissively. "Sorry, ma'am."
"You are forgiven, Kyle." The girl smirked. "Now, go and make sure that the right people know of Jen's... condition."