"This is ridiculous." Kyle muttered under his breath.
Kyle didn't believe a word about the curse, he was rather more concerned about his missing pants. He spent another 20 or so minutes rooting around his room for anything he could wear, but his search turned up nothing.
Sighing, he made his way to his sister Beryl's room. Beryl was 2 years younger than Kyle, a rebellious teen who habitually kept a cluster of different clothing items littered about her bedroom floor, almost two layers thick. It would be a tight squeeze, but Kyle was sure her jeans would fit him.
He pushed her door open a crack, cringing as the door creaked open slightly more loudly than he had expected. Luckily Beryl was currently in the process of taking a shower, and probably couldn't hear anything.
"This is so ridiculous. Damn that girl, I can't believe it's come to this." Kyle thought to himself as he held up a pair of Beryl's skinny jeans.
Would they really fit? Up close they certainly looked small. At this point Kyle had completely forgotten about the "curse", he was far too mad about what he was being forced to do.
As he stepped into the legs of the jeans and tugged them upwards, he spat a few coarse words regarding than Jennifer girl. He'd see that she suffers for this ridiculous prank. He uttered another curse when the jeans refused to go up past his thighs. They were simply too tight.
But wait, he had spoken too soon, it seemed with each tug the jeans seemed to fit better and better, until finally he was able to pull them all the way up, and close the fly button.
Kyle felt an extreme tightness and uncomfortableness around his crotch, it was no wonder, these were women's jeans. He paced around a bit for a few seconds until the feeling mysteriously subsided. Strangely enough, the jeans now seemed to be a perfect fit! He walked over to Beryl's mirror to check how he looked. Just because they fit didn't necessarily mean that he didn't look ridiculous.
There was his reflection, looking back at him. Everything up top seemed fine, nice handsome face, perfect blonde hair, an athletic frame. But that wasn't what he was concerned with. He struck a few poses as he checked out his lower body. He looked ridiculous. The jeans were so tight as to be form-fitting, and gave his lower body a strange looking shape, almost like a woman's. His hips, butt and thighs looked... curvier. It was not really a surprise, they were made for women after all, but he had hoped they would be at least passable. Oh well, he couldn't wear these for much longer anyway, they made his crotch feel numb. Sighing, he unbuttoned the fly and pulled them down. He was shocked when the source of the numbness was revealed.
His cock had disappeared, replaced with a furry mound, below which a small cleft formed. The pubic hair above his new vagina was not its regular light shade, but pitch black. Black like Beryl's hair. He suddenly remembered the girl on the phone's so-called "curse" and spat out a few choice words.
"Shit! Fuck!"