"...rabbit!" Kyle laughed, once. Well, more of a snort. "You'll look so damn precious I can't even imagine it!"
"Kyle, for the last fucking time, I'm going to hang up the call, and--"
"You might as well. Might be your last chance." Another snort. "For your transformation, after you hang up, you'll transform in the ways I'm thinking of now as soon as you hang up, with the world changing to accommodate. For your dare, you'll go to school like nothing's wrong every day for at least a month, and won't be able to talk about your changes. Have fun with--"
Jennifer didn't bother to wait him out any more before slamming down the receiver. What a creep, she thought. The fear was fading with the call over - she was clearly herself, not a rabbit or whatever Kyle had been claiming.
And then she felt the itching.
Her arms and legs itched fiercely, especially underneath the sock she was still wearing. She barely hesitated a moment before ripping it off, the sensation a little better if not totally soothed. There was a bit of tingling other places - the top of her head, her mouth, her chest - but the worst was her limbs.
She stood, clumsily, planning to get to the bathroom and find lotion, but her legs felt strangely weak and she ended up settling into a crouched position, panting. What was happening?
When she glanced down at herself, she almost screamed.
Her feet were growing out, dramatically, while the rest of her leg shortened. There was no pain - just the terrible itching - but the sight was horrible. After a few moments, a layer of cotton candy pink fuzz began to build around her altered leg and her arms, and she noticed with dim horror that her fingers seemed shorter as the fuzz grew over them.
There was a pressure around her chest, strong, and before she even thought about it she was pulling off her bra. Her breasts jiggled a little more than usual as she got them off, but she could barely think about that. Everything about her felt so wrong. When she bit down on her lip nervously, even that felt strange, although she couldn't place how.
It was when she realized that she was deaf that she finally blacked out.
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Jennifer woke with a groan, stretching, feeling her limbs cramp oddly. She'd had the weirdest dream - Kyle had called, and then there had been something about... rabbits? She couldn't remember.
She tried to sit up, but something felt wrong. Her arm didn't quite collide with the floor. Finally she managed to get into a crouch, but it still felt strange.
Then she caught sight of herself in the reflection of the kitchen window.
Her face was mostly unchanged - her front teeth were too large in her agape mouth, and her hair looked shorter and softer, but she was otherwise her old pretty self. That was where the resemblance stopped. Two long, soft ears protruded from the top of her head, covered in pink fur, falling almost as long as her hair. Her breasts were huge, looking like they had to be fake but somehow attached to her chest, easily the size of basketballs. Every motion made them jiggle and wiggle.
Worse were her arms and legs.
Her limbs were those of a rabbit - short, with massive feet at the back legs - and were covered in downy, sickeningly pink fur. She lifted a forepaw to stare at it, horrified, realizing that she had almost no dexterity in the paw. In a moment, images of all the things she couldn't do crossed her mind - opening doors, typing, picking up things, dressing herself. She was starting to tremble.
She had to hide, she thought. Get away. Get to safety. Panic was settling in heavily, and somehow her instincts of fear seemed much sharper than before. She turned away from the glass, going to run -
- and hopped, instead, landing hard, her breasts jiggling almost painfully as she made it to ground.
Another touch from Kyle, she realized. Even moving would be hard with her legs unable to do anything but hop and her breasts so heavy and soft.
Finally, she gave in and huddled on the floor, trying not to cry.