"Transform!" She blurted in a panic.
"Excellent," Kyle replied. "Exactly one week today I will have you for a dinner. It will be a delightful evening and a delicious meal."
"I said transform, not dare, moron", Jen replied.
"Ah, but this is a transformation. Because YOU will be the meal! Over the next seven days you will slowly transform into an animal of my own choosing. Nobody, not even your parents, will think anything of your decline into beasthood. Eventually they will lead you to the butcher's slab, and I will be there to collect my delicious dinner. I might even invite your best friend over to join me. Marie, is that her name?"
"You're a twisted fuck", Jen said, and slammed down the phone. She was short of breath, panicked by the call. Perhaps she should call the cops? Not for now, she thought. She had to get ready for school.
As Jen sat on the edge of her bed, doing her hair and makeup, she just couldn't shake the call from her mind. What kind of a sicko would think of such a thing? It was all nonsense of course, she told herself...
That is, until she saw her feet.