"Kyle? You do realize that you COULD have Dared me to make you smart again," Jennifer explained, almost as if it was an afterthought. "Then you COULD have had both a hot body and brains. Just think how nice that would have been."
Kyle looked genuinely panicked.
"Stop it! Make it stop!" Kyle seemed torn between begging and demanding.
"Maybe if you ask nice, if you say 'please', maybe I will," she informed the boy, with over-the-top, false sweetness.
Kyle actually looked hopeful.
"Please? Would you please make me smart again?" Kyle requested.
"Mm-mm, no," she informed him.
Kyle just stared at her. He really was hot, Jennifer thought, studying him. Thick, broad shoulders and chest, well muscled arms. From what she could tell, his abs looked to be cobbled-stoned. Nice straight nose in a face with good symmetry, and nice and lean. His hair framed it nicely.
'Damn! I do good work!' Jen thought proudly. 'Plus, he's dim-witted enough to be easily manipulated. Maybe, after he's mostly forgotten this, I should date him...'
Kyle was back staring in the mirror. He could almost feel his intellect slipping away. It was as if he could feel knowledge being lost, sections of his brain going dead, his thinking slowing down. What should he do? How should he stop this? What made a brain, like, smart and stuff?
"Like?" "Stuff?" his thought were changing! DAMN! FUCK! He had to DO something! How could he even think when he had this much energy?! Restlessly, he grabbed his head, tangling his fingers in his long hair, pressing against his head, trying to keep his-- his-- DAMN! He couldn't think of the words he wanted-- needed-- to say!
"I would have thought your obscenity vocabulary would be broader," Jennifer commented.
Kyle realized that he had said the swear words out loud.
"DAMN IT BITCH! This aren't funny! I can, you know, feel the stuff goin' away!" Kyle told her, in a loud, deep, masculine voice the old Kyle never had. He was also looking desperate... and aggressive. Jennifer was suddenly aware of how much taller than her the new Kyle was. As well as more massive. She wasn't certain how much he weighted, but knew for certain it was much more than her, and nearly none of it fat. At most, his body fat percentage was in the low, single digits... maybe 3%.
Suddenly, this wasn't funny any more, and the bathroom seemed small, and so did she. And when had he got between her and the door? And why had she shut the door when she'd entered. (Oh, yeah. Privacy had seemed important then. No need for Kyle's mom to get curious and listen in... Clever. She always was clever.) And how DID stupid, skater boys treat women? Especially when said boy was mad at said woman? Jennifer unconsciously gulped, and realized she was very, very worried.
There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and Kyle was in front of it, looking at his face and seemed to be desperately trying to do something. Probably think.
"Um, Kyle? We should probably head for school. We--" she stopped as Kyle turned suddenly, and shot her a look.
Kyle opened his mouth and--