The dizziness was still with Wendy Tomlinson as she hurriedly gathered up her books and dashed out of the Langley Hall bathroom.
It was silly, she told herself, dismissing her earlier suspicion about the moon. It was probably something in the water. The town's pipes were old, and they'd had water purity problems before. Everyone was just seeing things.
The aching in her jaw and joints had increased, as had the itching, but she tried to ignore it. Reaching the door to her dormatory hall, she ran her student ID through the scanner and opened the door, stumbling into the building.
Her feet were like lead as she climbed the stairs, but finally, she reached her floor and turned her key in the lock. She hastily went in and slammed the door, throwing off her windbreaker because she was too hot.
Then she noticed her roommate, Carla Zuckerman, was home.
Carla, it seemed, had gotten the same idea she had, and was spending the evening in the nude. Wendy wasn't sure if Carla had changed further than she had or not, but perhaps the changes were simply more obvious in the places her clothes covered.
Languishing on the couch, Carla was a sight to behold. Her blonde hair had somehow faded, lightened subtly until it was an ivory white shade, hanging wild and unruly behind her. Her eyebrows had done likewise, pale wisps pointing shaggily upwards on her forehead. She had the same faint downy tufts of hair the other girls did, sprouting in stark white from her shoulders and chest.
An impossibly thick ruff had overtaken her pubic hair, veiling her privates in a lush white mound of what had to be fur. Her legs were entwined with each other, as Carla rubbed together calves that were impossibly hairy.
"Welcome back, roomie."
"God, Carla, put some clothes on! What if I was bringing back guests?"
"Why Wendy, they wouldn't see anything in here that they couldn't see out in the hall. Go take a look."
Wendy raised an eyebrow skeptically, then turned and opened the door. Her jaw dropped immediately.
She wasn't sure how she missed noticing this on the way in, but her hall had turned out in full force in their confusion, and while some still preserved modesty in their underwear, the vast majority of them were naked. It was a circus, some of them sobbing, others consoling, still others seeming to revel in the changes that had been visited upon them. All of them were as far along as Carla. So, she had to imagine, was she. Wendy slammed the door again and eyed Carla warily. Her roommate's ease with this turn of events was disturbing.
"Was I right?"
"Yes, but how?"
"Because I wanted to, and let's face it, you do too."
Wendy looked a little frightened by Carla's assertion.
"Oh, come on, Wendy, strip down and we'll go out in the hall and watch the show!"
Though she didn't want to admit it, Carla was right about her discomfort in clothes.
Clumsily, she removed her shoes, finding that holes were starting to be worn in the toes of her socks. Peeling off her socks, she found the cause, seeing that her toenails had grown longer and sharper. Pulling down her pants, she saw her legs covered in shaggy auburn hair, as well as the thick tufts that were poking out of the edges of her panties. Pulling her shirt over her head, Wendy noticed that her breasts were ill-confined by her bra. Taking a deep breath, she unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, following that with sliding her panties down her legs. It was quite a relief, she decided, running a curious hand over the lush growth about her netherlips.
"That's more like it," Carla said, "Shall we join the party?"
Still somewhat bewildered, Wendy answered, "Yes. I'll be damned if I don't want to see where this is heading."
With that, she sighed wistfully, and went with her roommate out into the hall.