"If you think I'm falling for this shit you're out of your mind." Jen said. "When I tell my friends what a lame trick you tried to pull you're going to be the joke of the school."
Kyle laughed, "Whatever Jen; you didn't choose in time so now I get to give you both!"
"Uh, whatever creepoid." Jen rolled her eyes but resisted hanging up the phone. The authorities wouldn't do anything if she told them some kid threatened to curse her over the phone, but maybe he'd say something else that she could get him in deep trouble for.
"We'll start with your dare: from now on whenever your privates are bared you can't cover them again until you've had an orgasm!"
"Eeew, you are some kind of sick and twisted! Is this what you do all day? sit around imagining women cumming?" Jen shuddered.
"That's--that's just for starters!" Kyle yelled, "For your transformation your breasts will increase in volume by 80% and your bladder will decrease by the same percentage! Enjoy masturbating in the bathroom five times as often just so you can put your panties back on!" Kyle cackled some more.
"A," Jen said, "you're an even bigger math nerd that I ever thought anyone could be, and B, once the police hear you made an obscene phone call to me this morning they're going to send you to juvenile detention where getting pantsed will seem like a treat compared to what the other kids will do to you."
"Ha! No one's gonna believe a nympho slut like you Jennifer. Can't wait to get a look at your new pom-poms at the prep rally today!"
"You--" Jen glanced at the clock and saw the bus was due in a few minutes. "You freak! You've made me late!"
Jen hung up the phone pulled on her other sock. Rummaging in a drawer she found the green lycra panties that went with her cheer leading skirt. No way was she going to let some looser creep make her late for school, the prep rally was scheduled the first period after homeroom so she'd have to hustle to get ready.
Jen dug through her closet and found her cheer leading captain's top stuffed in the top of her marching boots. "Argh! I told Martha I needed this washed!" Jen shook out the top, frowning at the wrinkles, then sniffed it lightly. At least she hadn't sweated too much last time she wore it.
Jen turned around an spotted the panties lying on the bed. "That's odd, I thought I? Jen reached under the short pleated skirt and felt bare skin and pubic hair. She kept herself trimmed for her boyfriend, but was getting a bit shaggy.
She looked at the clock again, running her fingertips over pussy lips. She might have enough time... Jen started stroking harder, imagining it was her boyfriend's tongue working her pussy instead of her fingers--wait, why was she?
Jen froze in shock, fingers half embedded in her moistened cunt. She was doing it, she was masturbating before putting her panties on! That little creep--Jen looked down at her chest, fearing what she might see.