“Dare.” Jen hoped Kyle was too unfocused to really think of a good one. She stared at him, his eyes wandered
between her and his bathroom mirror, attention split between his new musculature, her breasts, and her dare.
Her reply seemed to puzzle Kyle. “Uhh, I was kinda hopin you’d say Transform. Fuck it. I was going to turn you
into a big-titty’d slut. But since you said dare, I fucking DARE you to fuck the entire varsity basketball
team by tomorrow, then go tell all of your friends.”
Jen was horrified at this prospect, but felt relieved it wasn’t anything worse. Within the parameters of the
dare, she could make it out to be a joke among her friends. She also had the option of keeping the team quiet
by daring to do so or transforming them. She felt quite pleased with herself as she reasoned all this out
quickly. She found it amusing that Kyle thought he had trapped her, forced her to embarrass herself beyond
belief, while in fact she knew just how to get out of it. Jen realized that she had done something Kyle would
never be able to do again – use her mind to avoid exploitation: with his big pecs, ripped arms, cut abs, and
dissolving mind he was the perfect target for all sorts of trickery and deceit, and would be for the rest of
his life. A twinge of sympathy gave way to her evil sense of humor. She decided to torment the poor boy,
knowing that the old Kyle was still present, but disappearing quickly.
“Well, aren’t we a smart ‘fella? You’ve really trapped me haven’t you?” Jen cooed patronizingly.
“Hell yea! You’re gonna be the talk of the town!”
“Ooohh, ‘talk of the town’,” she mocked. “Those clever phrases are pure evidence that our old, nerdy Kyle is
still in that leaking noggin of yours! How long before you’re completely gone, I wonder.”
Jen reveled in the horrified look on Kyle’s face. He looked slowly down at his big, muscluar hands, clutched
them to his head, his broad fingernails white with effort. He stared into the mirror. “NO. I’m NOT. I’m NOT
LETTING THIS HAPPEN.”