Jen grinned.
"I... know!" she screamed, "But... you don't... have to... ungh... tell someone their... ungh... dare... in English... to... ungh... curse them!"
Kyle froze in shock, then began talking, blankly.
"For your transformation," he began, unable to control his mouth, "You will be able to transform or dare anyone, even yourself, as may times as you want, and choose whether they get transformed, dared, or both. You also can't be cursed by anyone else." Jen grinned, despite still shaking orgasmically from the river gushing out of her. Kyle still hadn't finished, though.
Kyle was struggling to stop talking, but couldn't. "For your dare, you'll dare me untie you, then to Transform or Dare everyone back to how they were before I cursed you... and forget about what happened... and then come back and wait to be cursed again! Plus, I can't use the curse anymore or tell anyone about what you did!" Kyle then broke free of the first dare, but had no choice but to stand still as Jen repeated what she told him to tell her. Kyle untied Jen, then ran out with a blank look on his face, cleaning up the mess he had made. Jen stayed behind.
"For my... transformation, I will be able... to control when... and how much... I produce and release juices!" She screamed, and the flow finally stopped. Using the curse, she cleaned herself off, then stepped out of the room. She knew that Kyle had a sister, Kelly, just one year younger than Jen. Now, what to do about her?