Watching the two angry teens and horny teens go at each other excited Kylie. She had a lot of fun watching how cruel and crude the two could be to each other. She liked it so much in fact she decided that she hadn't yet had enough.
"That was a great first round! Who is up for round two!" She scanned the faces in the crowd, the same people that had just watched and enjoyed the duel between Felicia and Peter had no wish to be next up. She picked two boys she recognized, mostly because of their costumes, but also because they were just plain pricks.
"Tyler and James! Up! Front and center." The two best friends walked dejectedly to the stage. Tyler was dressed up as a cowboy, James as an Indian. Kylie grinned and directed them to opposite sides of the stage. She clapped her hands for silence, and got it.
"New rules boys and girls... and other things! Listen up! Once again you will take turns changing one another. But this time you will change the entire form of the other. For instance, Tyler changes James into a hobo. James will change in form and in actions. He will remain himself in his mind for the most part but he will find himself wanting a warm trash can fire or craving half an old sandwich. Your new urges will be based on your form but you do not have to act on them! Make the other whatever you want, from shark to Santa Clause. No matter the change I will make sure you will be able to speak for your turn. Now lets get started! Who is first!" The boys looked at each other, they had been friends since first grade. James spoke up for both of them.
"Do whatever you are going to do. We will not attack each other or help you in our own torment." He stood up straighter in his Indian costume and Tyler nodded his agreement. Kylie frowned a little but it soon faded from her lips.
"Very well. I will go first! After this I'll be very surprised if one of you doesn't change your mind!" The boys lost some of their confidence, but neither spoke. Kylie snapped her fingers and both boys changed.
Stubble spread across Tyler's face, yellow and rugged. His shoulders broadened and he seemed to grow older. His skin was tanned and leathery on his face and hands. His costume seemed suddenly far more authentic. A cigarette appeared, already smoking, between his lips. James on the other side of the stage was changing as well. His bare chest grew muscled and lean, abs showing large on his stomach. His skin darkened as well but his was far closer to a red coloring. Black hair fell to his ass, tiny silver bells wrapped in the strands. His costume changed as well as he grew taller. The two friends stared at each other in shock.
Suddenly Tyler's eyes narrowed and his hand flew like lightning to his gun belt. In a blink the tall muscled Indian had his bow in hand, arrow knocked and ready. The two stared each other down, neither moving a muscle.
"Just what on God's green earth do ya think ur doin red?" Tyler was surprised at the sudden drawl he heard in his voice.
"Me? It is you who must answer that question." James answered, voice low and calm. Neither lowered their weapons. Suddenly James let fly an arrow. It bounced squarely off Tyler's chest.
"God damn boy! What the hell was that!" The cowboy rubbed his chest, clearly in pain but somehow not dead. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger three times. The bullets flew into the bare chest of James but only snapped off the skin, leaving little red welts. The Indian did not show any pain, only sneered at the cowboy. Kylie laughed.
"Well I couldn't have you two killing each other could I? But please continue, this is starting out very well!" She sat back on a stool she conjured from thin air, a bucket of popcorn in one hand. She couldn't wait to see what would happen next.