"Wait a minute, guys," Kyle stammered. "I'm a victim of this too! Jennifer Smith did this to me!" Kyle left out that he started it on her in the first place. "It's her
fault!"
"Oh, so that's what happened," Jeff said. "Still, you didn't have to use it on us."
"And your minute is up!" Russell announced with a grin. "You didn't decide, so you get both changes from both of us! I've been thinking about this all day. I don't
care if Jennifer turned you into a sissy. You tried to make me one! If you're gonna like guys, you better look the part. I transform you into a beautiful girl with
breasts twice as big as the ones you wanted to wish on me!"
"No!" Kyle yelled, but it was already too late. His cry came out with a female's voice. Kyle was helpless to do anything as his shirt stretched tight with the growth
of his new breasts. The hips of his jeans also grew tight, but the waist felt loose, as did his sneakers. Kyle
stared at his arms as they became thin and smooth, with slim and soft hands.
Russell roared with laughter as he watched the transformation and Kyle's stunned, frightened expression. "You are a pretty one, Kyle! I thought about daring you
to give guys blowjobs. Or worse. But I've decided to play it safe. Now that it's back on you, I dare you to never use the Transform or Dare against me or Jeff ever
again!"
Kyle's heart sank. Not only was he trapped as a beautiful female, but now he had lost any influence he might have had against them. There was only one glimmer of
hope. While Jeff hadn't been nice by any means, Kyle knew he was smarter and better than Russ. Jeff would still be angry, but maybe he could be reasoned with.
"Jeff, please, I'm sorry," Kyle began. "It was Jennifer's fault! She's the one who messed me up. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm already stuck like this. Please,
don't... don't do anything terrible to me."
Kyle did his best to look at Jeff with soulful, puppy dog eyes. Jeff didn't reply, but looked thoughtful.