"Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Smith!" Kyle called as Jen's mother left her house. "I have a question for you, can you transform or dare?" he laughed.
"I'm sorry... I don't have time to chit chat. I need to get to work." She brushed him off not really paying attention to what he had said. He sat back grinning as Jen's mother made her way to the car, stopping with her hand on the door handle as a shiver ran up her spine.
"That is my cue Mrs. Smith. You had a full minute to answer my question and you didn't so you get both. Right now your daughter is a mailman but she's slowly changing back to normal. For your transformation you must sleep with that mailman before he becomes a girl or you will start transforming into an 18 year old boy at the earliest most inconvenient time. Everybody will remember what you are right now and will be shocked and possibly disgusted by the metamorphosis. Just so you don't think I'm totally cruel, even though I am, your dare is that you become so horny that you don't care that the mailman is really your daughter. So horny in fact that you will be a little hazy on the details of this conversation and won't even think to use the curse on me. See you later Mrs. Smith, though I'm not sure how much longer people will call you that."
Joan was going to curse out the young pervert for wasting her time but she was suddenly struck by an immense horniness and the pathological desire to screw the brains out of a mailman she had never met. Forgetting about Kyle she jumped in the car to hunt down the UPS truck she had seen earlier.