Jennifer couldn't believe this was happening; people can't just change because of some silly little game, right? That makes no sense! But the evidence was conclusive, and she had to face the facts. Either this was real, or she was going crazy. Her teacher's joke about dingoes seemed to indicate the former, but then maybe that was all in her head too? How could you tell if you were going crazy? She idly moved her tail back and forth as she thought long and hard about what she might be able to do to get out of this.
Well, maybe it wasn't so bad, yet. If what that bastard Kyle had said was true, all she had to do was keep herself from lying and she'd be fine. Nobody would ever know any different, right? As long as she kept herself honest, maybe she could stay human enough, for long enough, to figure out some way to get transformed back to normal. Yes! And then she'd make Kyle pay for what he'd done to her -- but then a sharp noise pulled her out of her reverie. "Jennifer! Jennifer, I'll ask you one last time, what is the answer?"
Oh no! Everyone was staring at her; she must have missed the question. But then, nobody could pay attention to some boring old history when they were turning into a marsupial. But what should she do? She could just answer; she'd be wrong, but it wouldn't be the first time. But would that count as a lie?
Well, to hell with it. "...Australia? Possibly?"
It was wrong, of course. The burning feeling in her face let her know that she was wrong long before old Mr. Jones said anything to her, and she was too focused on her new changes to really pay any attention to him anyhow. Her nose began to change color; it darkened quickly until it was pitch black. And then it began to pull away from her face -- it was just like Pinocchio, she thought grimly. With an audible *CRACK* her jaw realigned, giving her a bizarre furless muzzle. And yet nobody seemed to notice a thing! At least the fur growing in did not hurt; the pain subsiding made her a bit more aware of her surroundings. Mr. Jones seemed to be really concerned about her -- did he finally realize something was odd about having kangaroo student? It seemed not; he merely asked her if she was feeling alright, since she'd been so distracted and confused all morning. It seemed that he had decided perhaps just this once she wasn't being a bad student, but was really sick. So for once, she was able to give a truthful answer:
"Mr. Jones, I haven't felt like myself all day."