It takes a few minutes before you've experienced just about everything your new bovine-looking tail can do. You can hang it low, swing it high, even thwack it against a wall. To your surprise, it feels oddly satisfying to thump it against your body like a cow would when swatting flies. Though having a tail still feels weird in the sense that you didn't have one before tonight, the feelings from your tail start to feel almost as normal as those coming from any other part of your body. In fact, you notice that you do feel normal, in every other way at least. You no longer feel the witch's magic around you, or any sort of nausea or pain: just your head, arms, torso, legs, and tail. It begins to dawn on you that you're probably stuck like this: almost human, but not with a not-so-human, not-so-subtle extra trait.
Oh well, there's not much you can do about it at this point. You can't exactly hide out in the bathroom forever. Sure, it may be the middle of the night, but someone would eventually find you here. It's time to dress back up and head home.
Sliding your tail down your pants leg for the first time is easy enough at first: just like dropping a rope down the drain, except furry. The hard part is keeping it in there and keeping it hidden. It really is uncomfortable to hold your tail still for too long, just like it feel awkward to hold a fist after a while. If you move it more than the tiniest bit, though, it stretches your pants in a glaringly obvious way. And the tail already ripped your pants once, so you have to be very careful not to over-stretch them again, and extra careful to keep your tail away from the existing hole. When you think you've finally got the hang of it, you set out.
You don't even bother acknowledging the gas station bathroom's customers-only rule. You march off down the highway in the most robotic kind of motion, hoping to make it home before dawn. You can plan your next move after a good night's rest. Maybe surgery to get your tail removed would be nice? Then again you don't really want to admit you have this to ANYONE. It doesn't matter right now. You should really count yourself lucky that you didn't entirely become an animal, at least not yet anyway. Right now, you just want to get home.