Kyle looked desperately at his friend, chest heaving while he braced himself against the door as though the zombie apocalypse was behind it. He had asked Fred here to try and help somehow, but he suddenly didn't know how to handle this - what would he tell Fred? What would Fred really be able to do? What would Fred look like with a pussy-neck and some nice curves?
Kyle instinctively shook the head he no longer had at that last thought. Dammit, this curse was seriously getting to him.
"So, Kyle, what's the deal? You didn't call me over just to show off your new body, did you?" said Fred as he took in his friend's new form. "Never pegged you as someone to go so unconventional..."
"Show off- I'm a headless dickgirl freak, Fred, and I didn't exactly ask for this, you know!" Kyle shouted. "That Jen bitch from the other day called me up, said 'Transform or Dare', and when I picked 'Transform', she detailed out this sick lesbo fantasy and I got turned into it! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!"
Fred furrowed his brow. "Transform or Dare, huh? That would do it, yeah. Do you remember anything else about her, uh, 'sick lesbo fantasy'?"
Kyle groaned. "I don't fucking know; 'pheromones' that make people want me, I won't really like dudes but I can fuck them and transform them to be like me, something about 'futanari' that dudes could become when they change, nobody caring about these changes or what I wear, and a whole bunch of other shit." Kyle sighed, seeing Fred's disappointingly calm attitude on the matter. "Given your non-reactions to all of this, that last part seems to be true, at least."
"Yeah, I guess I should find this more odd, but it just feels like you got new glasses, or a haircut. Or more like a headcut, I guess," Fred amended. "So, what do you want to do, man? We're running out of time before classes start, so unless you want to call in sick, we should get going soon."
"What I want is to get back to normal, Fred! I don't care if everyone else in the world is cool with this; I'm not! If there's any way I can stop being a freak, I'll take it!" Kyle was getting desperate. "Can't you think of anything?"
Fred turned away, bringing a hand to his chin. "I dunno, man. T&D curses don't go away on their own, as far as I know, and it's not like we can just call up the local exorcist or something. If you haven't asked 'Transform or Dare' to anyone else, then you should still be able to curse someone else - you could ask me, change or dare me, then I could ask you back and get you changed back to normal. Assuming it lets me ask you back so easily, anyway." Fred looked back at Kyle, who was once again picturing Fred as a headless dickgirl like himself. "Though if I were in your place, I don't think it would be all that bad. Especially if I could turn other guys into hot chicks like you. Not that you're a chick, man, but- you know."