"You really think that curse really works?" said Jake.
"I'm not finished. For the dare, you're going to never use Transform or Dare back on me."
"You can't even keep your own story straight, pussy. If I picked Transform, there's no Dare."
"I... Oh, shit." Abruptly Kyle hung up.
What a faggot, thought Jake. He really believed that... But something felt strange. He instinctively put his hands to his crotch and didn't feel anything. No, that was wrong, he did feel something, but not his junk. It was all wrong. He looked down. He was no longer wearing the same jeans. The ones he had on now looked wrong, and then there were the socks. He was wearing a pair of woman's stockings, on a set of perfect feminine legs and feet.
He glanced into a mirror as he walked. He was walking like a girl, a sexy girl. It would have looked hot on one of the cheerleaders, but it was all part of him. What could he do?
He raced to the closet. Pants and skirts. Women's shoes, many with high heels. The transform was real.
He recalled the other part of the transform. He could hardly imagine himself being attracted to guys, but a brief image flashed through his mind of a guy kissing him and pulling down his pants to expose his femininity. He tried to forget the image, concentrating on a girl he knew. He had no idea what to do after that... he had to get to school, but if he did he would be a freak in front of the whole class. No, wait, they would think it's normal. But he'd still think he's a freak. Maybe he could find Kyle and force him to reverse it, but he didn't even know what Kyle looked like. He could be anyone, even an attractive... No, best not think about that.