"Well since you are all about looking out for yourself regardless of how you might hurt others I have the perfect transformation for you. You will begin transforming as soon as I hang up the phone and by the end of the day you will be a female krogan. You will be a pretty krogan if such a thing exists, a regular Miss Tuchanka. People will notice the change as it is occuring but once you are finished nobody will seem to have any problem with you being an alien."
"What the hell is a krogan?" Jen yelled into the phone as soon as she regained control of herself. "I guess you're going to find out little miss cheerleader." Kyle sneered before hanging up.
No sooner had the phone clicked Jen felt a sharp pain in her chest followed by a squirming sensation. She put her hand to her chest and instead of a single heartbeat there were two in tandem like drums playing counterpoint. She could also feel a lump between her shoulderblades beginning to form.
"Its all in my head. That jerk couldn't have cursed me." She said out loud, mostly to convince herself.