Katrina remained silent for a full minute much to Adam’s delight. “Time’s up Katrina,” he sneered. “And I have a combo that will suit you just fine.”
“Yeah, sure you do weirdo!”
“Oh, you doubt me? Katrina, do you know what hypertrichosis is?”
“No,” she replied, wondering what the hell Michael was talking about?
“Of course not, you’re even shallower than the turtle pond at school. You never really developed a personality, have you. You’ve always been so sure of your family’s wealth and your own physical beauty that after seventeen years, all you really are is a superficial brat.”
“Yeah? Well, screw you!” Adam laughed at this.
“Katrina, I’m going to go easy on you. Much easier than you deserve. I’m going to kick your hormones into overdrive. You’re going to grow a beard Katrina You’re going to grow a thick bushy black beard that will be impossible to remove”
“Yeah, right!”
“I’m not through. You’re body hair will start getting thicker, and will grow over more of you, and it will be impossible to remove by any means. The curse is this Katrina; you have until your nineteenth birthday to find a man who will love you for who you are. If you cannot, your whole body will be completely covered with long, thick, curly hair, and that is how you will spend the rest of your life. If you can, both you and your husband to be will be covered with hair…but it will go away after five years. The transformation will begin…soon.”
“Adam are you crazy?”
“Perhaps, but considering the absolute crap you put me through, it’s understandable. Your dare is this: you cannot tell anyone how you got this curse, but you will be unable to lie about the nature of the curse. You will have to find a man who is willing to go through what you are for five years. And finally you will believe everything that I have just said. Goodbye, Katrina.”
The line went dead.
-CYOC