"Sorry, Sarah. Your minute is up.", The voice on the other line said.
"What the hell are you talking about?", Sarah responded. This was starting to creep her out.
"You had one minute to choose transform or dare. You took too long, so now you get both."
"Oh please.", Sarah replied, her anxiety vanished. "Everyone knows that's just an urban legend. I'll be going now."
"If it's just an urban legend, why hang up?" The voice asked.
Sarah hesitated. "Alright, I'll indulge you. But this better be good." At the very least she might get some entertainment out of this moron. Maybe she could even find out who he is. She'd love to get the boys on the football team to make his life a living hell.
There was whispering on the other line. It sounded like the person was talking to someone else. This time, the voice of a female was on the line.
"Alright,", Started the new voice. It sounded like she could barely contain her laughter. "For your transformation, your breasts are going to gain a cupsize, and your hair will lighten to platinum blonde and gain a foot in length. For your dare, I dare you to act more and more like your idea of a stereotypical blonde bimbo every time you try to tell someone about the curse." The voice had stopped laughing, but now Sarah thought she heard satisfaction in it's place.
"That's it? Boring. Bye, dweeb. Better hope I don't find out who you are." Sarah hung up the phone, exasperated.
