Morph

¨What do you want, huh? Morph or Dare?¨ asks Jack E.

¨Morph,"you say, confident in your choice.

He scribbles something down on the pad. The pad then burns up into the air.

¨The fuck was that?¨

¨Guess that´s how the game works.¨

You search yourself to try to find what has changed. You can figure it out, until Jack points you to the mirror. You look at your mouth. It is a full, luscious mouth.

¨Is this my mom´s mouth?¨ you ask.

¨No, it´s my mothers," Jack says. ¨How do you know your mother´s mouth so well?¨

¨How do you know yours?¨

¨Never mind that-- your turn. Morph or Dare?¨