"Whatever," Kyle said. "Your time's up. You get both. For your transformation, you won't be able to talk unless someone has their hand on your boobs or butt. You won't be able to concentrate on high level thinking like math and stuff unless something is moving in and out of your pussy. Everyone but me will think this is normal, you'll still remember the change but nothing will feel weird about it. It will be normal for men's dicks to be hanging out, so you'll have plenty of concentration help. And finally, your mouth will transform into a pussy. You won't be able to sleep unless there's a real dick in your mouth. You'll still be able to talk, though it will be pleasuring to do so. Also, instead of getting pregnant, your mouth will emit many times the semen you collect, as you talk."
Holy crap he was insane. He could not honestly be this perverted, could he? I felt my mouth start to change.
Ever since I started puberty, I'd been like this; I still remembered when I first got my boobs, when my father would fondle them slowly as I sat on his dick at the dinner table, completely naked. I've lived off a diet of sausages and hot dogs since; nothing else pleasures me enough to go down.
"For your dare," he said, "first I dare you to always either go to school naked, or wear clothes with a hole in the crotch so people can fuck you when you need it. There are product lines of pants with discrete holes for people like you, with a hem around the hole and everything, so don't worry about making them. Finally, I dare you to be fully aware of the fact that you've changed, but only have positive emotions towards the change and towards me."
Oh. Oh wow. He's right, I did change!
"Thanks so much for this," I begin. "Reh oh uhh or ih," actually comes out. I feel warm, happy pussy drool on my chest.
"Sorry, I guess this means you can't talk on the phone," he said. "See you at school." *click*.
I hung up the phone. School! I had already been almost late when he called. I needed to get going! I grabbed my bag and hurried out of my room.
"Mo-om!" I yelled. "Aah-aah!" Drool was accumulating on my shirt. Being me was great.
Mom came into the living room with a book in her hand. She set it down and hurried over to me. She hugged me, putting her hands on my bare butt and kissed my mouth; I gasped at the pleasure. "Are you ready to go to school, darling?"
"Y-yes mom. Oh my god. Can I come first?"
"I don't think so, dear," she said, "but I'm sure you'll have plenty of orgasms at school." She took her hands off my body and grabbed her purse from our dusty bookshelf. "I'll drive you to school so you're not late."