BRRZZZZT! The electronic bell signaling the end of passing period went off. Class was officially starting, and Jen was out of options.
Her eyes fell on a smaller door she usually ignored. The janitor's closet! It was slightly ajar, and would make the perfect hiding place. Jen ducked inside, leaving the door open a crack as it had been. The sliver of light showed her that she didn't have much room to move, and she nearly tripped over a bucket full of suds as she slowly allowed herself to sink to the floor among various cleaning supplies.
Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She felt like she was losing her mind as scattered thoughts buzzed around in her brain. She had to collect herself. Deep breaths. Ugh. The janitor's closet wasn't the best place for deep breaths, but she forced herself to do so anyway. Was her sense of smell growing more sensitive? No. No, don't think about that.
But it was so hard to think about anything else! Frustrated, she ran her fingers along the bridge of her nose and around the pointed tip, then back along her puffed-out lips. How bad did it look? Jen couldn't tell in the darkness. It had to be only an inch or two of growth, but it felt so strange. She pushed inward against her gums with her palm, as if she could make it recede. If anything, it seemed to push back. She gave up and slumped down with a sob.
Amid her tears and self-pity, Jen tried to focus in on one train of thought. She had spent all morning running and hiding. Why was she running? What was there to hide from? Everyone else seeing her transformation into some sort of rat girl, right? But...no one was going to notice anything different about her. Kyle had made sure of that. Kyle...could he fix this? This fur, and this weird nose, and...
Jen was lifted an inch off the floor as she felt something slowly snake out underneath her, worming its way between her skirt and panties. The tip of it touched the cold concrete floor, and she jumped to her feet with a gasp. She reached behind herself tentatively, gripped the new appendage, and immediately released it in shock. She squeezed it again more carefully, with both hands now. It felt like...like some sort of warm, scaly turd. But she didn't just feel her hands touching it, she could also feel IT touching her hands. Her tail was a part of her, and it was the most bizarre sensation she'd ever felt.
It's growth slowed and seemed to stop, or at least pause. How long was it? Jen massaged its length gingerly, feeling the tiny hairs along its length and the bone running down the middle. About two feet long? How long was it supposed to get? How ratlike would she become?
Jen's heart kept thumping wildly in her chest, which was suddenly on fire. She gasped for air. What now? Were her changes accelerating? Her eyes had started adjusting to the darkness, and she glanced down at her heaving chest. She had to find out the full scope of whatever was going on, and in the privacy of the closet she decided she'd chance something risky. Jen grasped the V-neck collar of her top and yanked the flexible material downward past her bosom, then cupped her right breast with her hand and slipped it upward out of her bra, followed by the other one. Her chest fully exposed to the cold air, Jen peered downward at a newly-grown tuft of fur filling her cleavage. Her nose could almost touch it...
The door to the closet flew open with a bang. Jen froze, her mouth wide with shock, eyes blinking in the sudden light. It was the janitor.
"What're you kids doing in here?! Get to...to..."
The scrawny, middle-aged janitor stared down at the scene before him, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. A teenage girl was flashing her hairy tits at him. He blinked. Jen did not.