(Author's Note: It's time to restart a story arc for this thing. A nice mild bovine transformation fetish for something other that is way too extreme. You know who you are.)
Jennifer keeps a hold of the phone in her hands, trembling. She thinks to herself, 'Oh crap.. oh crap.. oh crap.. This can't be real?' She then speaks into the phone, "Buzz off you little twerp."
Kyle, on the other end, chuckles, "Is that all you can do? Time is running out. You better choose now."
With the rush to do something, she blurts out "Transform!".
Kyle speaks darkly, "So... transform it is then? I was hoping you wouldn't pick anything so I could do both. But, transform will do. You see Jennifer... you probably don't remember anymore. I wasn't always a nerd. I used to be on the football team, until... *she* did something about it. But I'm not here to talk about that."
Jennifer almost screams into the phone, "Look you little jerk, I'll call the cops on you for this prank call and get you into more trouble!"
Kyle laughs hard over the phone, "You go and do that. You girls are all the same. All of you... just... fat little.. heifers. Hmmmm. Yea.. That does sound good. Cows.. Oh yea. My teammates may never remember me, but I'll give them the best gift ever. The pick of having all of the girls they want at the school."
Jennifer again speaks into the phone, "You little... That's it, I'm hanging up." Or... at least she tried. That's weird, she just can't move her arm to hang up.
You could almost practically see Kyle grinning over the phone, "So... for your transformation, my dear... oh I better get this right. You will, over time, slowly transform into a big fat cow. But... not all the way. You'll never fully be an animal. But... you won't be alone. as everyone in school will join in on your curse. As you turn more and more into a cow, reality will change around you and me. You and I will still remember what we were, but everyone else will think it's normal. It's going to be a blast seeing the school slowly change into a ranch. And, I can finally get my revenge on you... and... that... fat cow. So... Jennifer, have fun being a fat cow. Because.. I know I will. Oh.. wait.. just to make sure, all the guys at school will be bulls. I do NOT want to screw up this curse." Then, he finally hangs up the phone.
Jennifer just stands there flabbergasted. The nerve of that pimple faced nerd! He called her a fat cow. She huffs and slams the phone down, "Ehhh.. screw it. He's not worth it." She looks around looking for that other missing sock. "Now where is that..." She would of spoke further except for an very odd warm tingling feeling starting up...
She looks down at where the warm feeling is coming from. Oh my! She's . . .