Sam, knowing that a dare would force both of them to forget, chose transform.
Once again, Jen lost herself to Kyle’s curse. “Grow a penis from your vagina.”
Sam moaned as something slid along her vaginal walls, then pushed through her labia. The strangely sensitive organ began to arc upward, throbbing as blood filled the length. Jen snapped out her trance just in time to see Sam’s new cock lift her skirt. In a panic, Sam pulled the skirt away to see an impressive penis jutting from her womanhood. It was almost as if she had shoved a realistic dido in backwards. With a shaky hand, she gave it a tug, half expecting it to detach. It held firm, rooted somewhere up inside.
“What the fuck did I say?” Jen said as she watched the damp cock flexing in her Sam’s hand.
“You ... uh ... well... You basically gave me a dick...” Sam said, shivering as she removed her hand. “Holy crap... It’s crazy sensitive...”
She slowly lowered her skirt, feeling the penis twitch as the fabric made contact
“Are you gonna be alright?” Jen asked.
“I think so...” Sam grinned. “But I might need a favor if this thing doesn’t calm down soon...”
Before Jen could respond, there was a hard knock on the door. “Who’s in there.”
“Shit...” Sam whispered. “That’s the principal.”
“What do we do?” Jen replied.
The handle rattled and was followed by another sequence of knocks.
“I’ve got an idea.” Sam said. “Pick transform.”
“What?” Jen replied.
“Just trust me...” Sam pressed. “Would you rather be caught?”
Jen conceded when they heard keys jingling outside.
Sam quietly, but quickly, asked, “Transform or dare...”