"The curse isn't real, dumbass," Jake said, smirking. "And when I see you at school, me and my buddies will beat your faggot ass up."
"How frightening," Kyle replied sarcastically. "Too bad you'll be otherwise preoccupied. Since you didn't choose in time, you get both. For your transformation, your sweat, saliva, cum, and anything else that comes from your body will contain a virus that cannot be stopped except by a Transform or Dare from me. The virus will place your transformation on anyone, male or female, who comes in contact with it. First, you will become a gay man. Second, you will turn into the living cock of the first infected man to fuck you. If it's an infected woman-turned-gay man, you will turn into a living pussy. Humans still have to survive, you know. The person you fucked will then be unable to be turned into a cock or pussy. No one will find this strange after someone has been changed except you or me."
"Wow, do you masturbate to these fantasies, you sick freak?"
"I'm not done! For your dare, I dare you to become so horny with the only way of release if your closest friend fucks you. I also dare you to hang up the phone and forget this entire conversation until I tell you to remember," Kyle added.
"Whatever, loser," Jake said, hanging up the phone. "That faggot is going to... Wait. Which faggot? What was I talking about? Oh there's my other sock."
A car pulled into the driveway, and Jake smiled, recognizing his best friend's car immediately. He grabs his stuff and bounds down the stairs. He opens the door to see...