Jen was decidedly uneasy. "You're what?"
Kyle shrugged his shoulders."I'm kinda inexperienced with it."
Jen was very confused. Things were definitely NOT going as planned. She also realized they were wandering away from Sam, not towards him like the two of them had talked about. She knew she ought to be guiding Kyle towards the stand of bushes and trees just off of campus, but her curiousity demanded satisfaction.
Sam's mood had gone from concerned to frustrated as he watched them walking away. He wondered what they were talking about, and why Jen wasn't following the plan. "Stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath. If she wasn't going to follow the plan, he certainly wasn't going to let it spoil his fun.
Simply the thought of transforming and killing made him grow hard,initiating the beginnings of the change. He fought the urge to stroke his member, instead using his now sharpened senses to focus once more on their conversation.
"Inexperienced with what," Jen asked. "You mean sex? Don't worry," she said with a coy smile," I'll take the lead."
"No, that wasn't what I was referring to. I'm still inexperienced at transforming." Kyle smiled broadly as he saw the shock on Jen's face.
"Ex-excuse me?" Jen stammered.
Kyle dropped his bookbag on the ground and began rummaging through it, pulling out a folded piece of paper, but making it a point not to open the paper itself. "You realize the only way I was able to use transform or dare on you is because I had it used on me, right?"
"Well, yeah. Of course,"Jen replied, though the idea had never dawned on her until moments before.
"It's a very specific curse. It relies entirely on wording. If the user words it very vaguely, the curse can manifest in many ways, mostly dependent on the subconscious interpretation of the victim. However, if the wording is very specific, there's only one outcome. Understand so far?"
Wheels were beginning to turn in Jen's mind. Sam wasn't the only one to figure out a way to turn the curse beneficial. Her heart began to pound as she realized that she no longer had the upper hand in the situation. She got set to signal her brother, but then stopped, unable to see him. How far had they wandered? Jen nodded numbly, her mind running a million miles per hour.
"Triggers, Jen, that's the key to the game. The person that picked me understood that." Kyle took off his glasses, putting them in his backpack. Unfolding the paper, Kyle stared at it intently. Moments later, Kyle's body began to twitch, and the paper fell from his hand. Jen's eyes fell to the paper on the ground, curious as to Kyle's trigger.
The picture was printed on photo-quality printer paper. It was a picture of the full moon.