At last the bus pulled up to school. Jen dashed out almost before the bus driver could open the door -- she had to stay far away from anyone and everyone, and find some place to hide out until school let out. But where could she hide?
Her eyes darted around the school entrance. A few other students were starting to mill around as the buses emptied, and staff monitored the halls for any mischief. Without other alternatives at the moment, she dove into the nearest restroom, entered a stall and locked the door. "Maybe I can just stay here," Jen thought.
Trying (and failing) to remain calm, she pulled out her pocket mirror again. As much as she was horrified at the thought of watching her own humanity deteriorate, she just couldn't help herself. And who could blame her? She needed to know.
She sighed. No further developments yet. Well, wait, that wasn't completely accurate...the long, thin razor cut on her shoulder was now almost completely hidden by new growth of that damnable grey fur. It had grown back already?! Jen cursed and flung the razor onto the tile floor with a clatter. No use even trying to remove it, apparently...
Suddenly Jen was jolted back to reality by a loud burst of flatulence from the stall next to hers, followed by an indescribable smell. She nearly threw up in her mouth. "Hello? Is someone else in here? If so I'm sorry," said the voice from next door. They started mumbling excuses about their diet, but Jen didn't stick around to hear any of it.
Stumbling back out in the hall, there were now hundreds of students pushing and shoving their way to class around her, but for the moment Jen didn't care. She was just glad to be out of that restroom. She coughed and retched into her hand, hunched over, desperate for fresh air. Was it just from the smell, though? She was finding it difficult to stop coughing, and a bizarre heat was radiating through her head. Her face felt strange, like...like it was bulging forward slightly with each cough.
Her eyes shot open wide with realization. She kept her hand cupped over her mouth and ran it back and forth, gingerly prodding her lips and nose...something was different. Jen crossed her eyes inward. Her mouth HAD pushed forward further than it used to be, and her nose felt slightly damp, with a faint cleft in it. It was the beginnings of a muzzle. "Oh no...oh no oh no oh nooo, I can't let anyone see this," she stammered.
Still with her hand covering her face, she pushed through the crowd of students, which gradually thinned as they began giving that strange girl with the hairy shoulders a wide berth. She tore off down the hall, not sure where to go next.