"Okay, Kyle, I choose Transform, " said Beryl with a smile. "Do your worst."
Kyle thought about it for a while. He needed to do something that he could easily prove, something that was physical. He looked at Beryl, and he couldn't see anything wrong with her. She looked pretty attractive to him, and he couldn't see any physical defect that needed improvement. He looked down at the small, tight jeans he was wearing, and then he remembered one thing Beryl hated about herself - she was short.
Beryl was barely over 5 feet tall. Kyle thought that was great for her, and made her look cute. But Beryl hated being short. Everyone treated her like a small child, regardless of her age. She wanted a tall and womanly figure like a model. And now, Jeff decided he would let her live out her dream.
He wasn't exactly sure how tall Beryl wanted to be, so he intentionally left the terms of the curse very vague. "Beryl, for your transformation: for today only, you will gain one inch in height from every person you touch."
"Ha, ha, very funny. You know I'm sensitive about my height. " said Beryl. She was hoping that the curse was real. Getting a little taller would have been great. But she expected something spectacular to occur when Kyle finished his curse - lightning and thunder, maybe some blue sparks shooting from Kyle's fingers, or even a strange feeling coursing through her body. But after Kyle finished, nothing happened. The curse was just an urban legend like she thought, and her weird brother had just been messing with her.
"No, it's true, I swear. Try it, and you'll see, " said Kyle.
Beryl arched her eyebrow, and looked at her brother quizzically. Either, he really believed it was true, or he was a very good actor.
What the hell, what have I got to lose? she thought. It will only hurt my pride if he laughs at me. And then I'll tell Mom he was teasing me again, and he will really get into trouble. But if it does work.....
She reached over and poked Kyle on his bare skin.