"Okay, I obviously don't believe in this bullshit, but If I have to choose, I guess I'll go with-"
- "Too late," Kyle interrupted her "your minute is already up, so you get both. You've been picking on me for years and you don't even know my name. You think you're every boys wet dream and use that to manipulate everyone around you. I think it is high time that you learn some humility so listen closely:
First for your Dare, you will not be able to use the curse on anybody else or tell anyone about me using it on you or anything else about this phone call. Your transform will be a bit more elaborate, but I think I will enjoy it very much, you see, I have a bit of a Foot Fetish. Over the next couple of days, you will slowly turn into a foot fetishists perfect sexual fantasy girl. Your pretty little feet will become gorgeous and dainty, but it won't stop at that. I won't go into the specifics now though, that would really spoil the fun. But know this: No matter how freaky or weird the transformation gets, nobody around you will notice anything wrong. They will just remember it as the way you have always been."
Jenny did not say anything for a moment. Not out of fear but out of sheer disbelief about Kyle's crazy outburst. She almost had to laugh out loud at herself for even considering for one second that this ridiculous town curse could actually be real. She wanted to tell Kyle what a freaky little pervert he was, but he had already hung up. It didn't matter though. With his little prank call he had revealed enough of his perverted secrets to Jen to make his life a living hell for a thousand school years to come. The little freak would soon regret his stupid call.
When Jen stood up from where she had sat near the phone, she felt a slight tingle go through her body, centered around her feet.
"They must have fallen asleep. No wonder, I just got out of bed." But the call had cost her a couple minutes, so now it was time to go to school. Now where was that sock?
After another 2 minutes, Jen gave up the search and decided to just take off the other one and go in her flip-flops. After all, it was already a relatively warm spring day outside, so it was warm enough for more revealing footwear. She took of her one sock and looked at her feet. "If I hurry, I can still paint them." She decided on a classic red nail polish and quickly went to work.
While she was painting, Jen had a closer look at her feet. Jen wore a size six and a half and had slender feet. Well proportioned and feminine, just like the rest of her body. But she could not imagine how anybody could be turned on by them. They were just feet. Lusting after them was just sick. She couldn't wait to tell all of her friends about the weirdos gross fetish at school. When she was done though, and looked at her small feet and her tiny toes with their bright red nails, she felt the tiniest hint of a flutter in her belly...
Jen quickly donned her favorite pair of black flip-flops, grabbed her things and went outside.