Jen spent the rest of the school year thinking about what Kyle had said, what a load of crap, the curse couldn't be real she thought.
A few weeks later into the summer Jen and her family went down to Virginia Beach, it was nice and she finally got some alone time on the beach to tan. Lounging in the sun she lazily looked on as a few other women on the beach were playing volleyball. Then a man walked across her field of view. He was six foot four, and built like a wrestler.
"How I'd like some of that." Jen thought to herself. Suddenly he started walking over, seemingly against his own will. Jen stood up, definitely against her own will. They met each other face to face on the beach. She watched as his hands grabbed the sides of his head and pulled it off, her own body doing the same.
"What the hell?" he said aloud as her body took his head and placed it on her shoulders, he looked down in shock as his body placed Jen's head on his shoulders.
"I can make this work." He chuckled as her new body, wearing nothing more than a speedo, with a full erection of ten inches no less, started running East. She had started her marathon.