"Uh oh Jenn, looks like your time is up. That means you get both," cackled Kyle as he prepared to unleash his perverted wrath.
"Hurry it up you four-eyed freak, at this rate I'll be late," responded the angry Jenn. She could have hung up at any time, possibly saving herself
from the curse, but hearing Kyle try to use the supposed curse on her was just too juicy of an opportunity. How would he destroy himself this
time? What sick, blackmail worthy words would he spout she could use to haunt him?
"First for your transformation," began Perkins as he prepared to read off a long an thought out curse. "From this moment your libido will increase
a fair deal meaning you'll be even more of a slut than you usually are-"
"Why you little-" began Jenn only to be cutoff herself.
"No, Miss Smith. It is my turn to talk! Now shut up and take your punishment. Also, from now on you will transform into a sock lover. No matter
where you go you will wear socks, the more colorful or odd, the better. You will love smelling, wearing, playing with socks. Also just for some
spice, whenever you touch someone they have a chance of gaining this same curse and if you touch a guy they will change into a girl if they
contract this curse. As for you dare, your socks will dictate how you act. Different socks will have different effects on you so I recommend you
find out what combo allows you to act the way you usually do. Also, if you happen to have sex with anyone, you will have to switch socks with
them and they will happily do so. Any questions?"
"You little perv-" Jenn was cut off once again, this time by the sound of a ring tone buzz signaling Kyle's quick hang up. "Oh, when I get to
school, Kyle is so dead!" Jenn then stomped off to her room to gather the last few things she needed for school.