Luckily, with everyone grabbing their lunches the bathroom was deserted. Jennifer headed over to the handicapped stall and closed the door behind her. As she closed the door, Jennifer noticed that her once smooth arms were getting fuzzy. She was growing goat hair.
Panicked, Jennifer ripped open the bag and pulled out the breast pump. She tore open the box and pulled the thing from the container. She hastily assembled the pump as the hair on her arms grew ever thicker. As Jennifer fastened the cup onto the pump, she felt a sudden pop in her right hand, followed by another louder one. She tried to move her fingers, but they were slowly fusing together into a hoof. Jennifer quickly ripped her skirt off and used her still functioning left hand to press the pump to one of her engorged teats. The massive teat was much too large for it, but Jennifer hoped it could somehow work. She then quickly flicked the on switch with the forming hoof that was her right hand.
To Jennifer’s dismay, nothing happened. She flicked the switch several more times, but nothing happened. The pressure in her udder was unbearable, and small beads of milk were slowly running down her teats. Suddenly, Jennifer felt popping in her left hand and lost her grip on the breast pump. It loudly clattered to the ground and rolled out of the stall. Jennifer screamed. She tried to poke at her large milk filled teats with her forming hooves, but she just couldn’t squeeze any milk out of them.
Jennifer slumped to the ground and watched as her arms continued to grow more hair and her new hooves began taking shape. This was it. She was going to turn into a goat, and she hadn’t even had time to get back at that jerk Kyle.
“Jen?” a voice called out. “Are you in here?”