Jen whistled to herself as she walked to school, taking in all of the sights and sounds of spring in her quaint town. That is, until she bumped into a tourist holding their map upside down...
"Oh, sorry, miss! Didn't see you there!" the tourist apologized.
"It's ok!" Jen said, trying to keep her cool. It most certainly wasn't.
"Say, you live around here?"
"No, just visiting! Is there anything I can help you with, though? I know my way around the area from my countless visits here as a child."
"Well, I need help getting to the clam museum, down by the harbor?"
Jen knew exactly where this was, but had no interest in actually helping the man who had interrupted her walk. She began, "well, you need to turn right, then go two blocks, turn left and go for 3 more blocks. After that you'll find the port, where you'll turn right again and go down the (nonexistent) boardwalk until you reach it. It's at the very end!"
"Thank you, ma'am. If I may be so bold, could I get your number, in case I get lost again?"
"Sure! Its 123-456-7891! Hope you get where you're going!"
"Thank you, and you too, ma'am!"
The two parted ways, Jen snickering as the tourist wandered off. Soon, though, that curious feeling began again, and Jen turned and watched her ass stretch incredibly far back. She didn't know this yet, but the curse saw each number in her fake phone number, each set of directions in her bullshit mapping as an individual lie. She watched in horror as her body spread longer and longer, pair after pair of legs growing behind. Soon, however, the changes were complete. Jen couldn't even tell how far back her body went anymore, all she knew is that she was long. Jen continued her trek to school, now with 40 pairs of legs.
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Once Jen reached the school, she was met with the security guard. As Jen had had to walk to school, along with her altercation with the tourist, she was now late; being late meant she would have to deal with the school security guard, infamous for his quizzing of late students' whereabouts. She was none the wiser, however, as she walked up to him.
"Miss Smith! Where have you been!"
"Well, sir, I-I'm sorry I'm late! I overslept, slept through my alarm in fact! Neither parent could drive me to school, so I had to walk!"
"Jennifer Smith, do not lie to me! We both know your parents never could drive you, what with all of your legs and all!"
"Oh, right, I knew that. Well, I still overslept!"
"And why should I let you in today, Miss Smith? This is the sixth time this month you've been late!"
"Oh, please let me in! I have a very important test today—it will define my entire education! I also have three presentations to give and some other students to tutor, and cheer practice after school! Please let me in!"
"Well, alright, but I will have to call your parents, to alert them of your new detention!"
"Please don't give me detention! I promise I'll never be late again, just please don't!"
"Too bad, Miss Smith, the rules are rules and you know this! Now what are your parents phone numbers?"
"Well, my mom's work phone is 123-456-7891, and dad's is 198-765-4321. The home phone is 111-111-1111!"
"Thank you, I'll be alerting your parents to your delinquent behaviors!"
"That's ok, thank you for letting me in, it means a lot!" she said through gritted teeth, annoyed that this man was wasting her time.
"Remember not to be late next time." he said, unlocking the door.
Jen walked through. And walked through. And walked through. And walked through. Long did it take for her elongated body to enter the school, especially now as that tingling began again. "Why does this keep happening?" Jen thought to herself, looking back as she became even longer. She soon settled into her class, however, curling up in the back as she normally did.
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Jen now has 85 pairs of legs, stretching 84 feet behind her.