Since Mr. Peterson had kept her until the actual bell for the end of class, Jen was forced to walk through the halls between classes while everyone else was moving to their next class. Jen tried to keep her eyes forward, plodding along as people grew bug-eyed and pushed themselves into the walls to avoid touching her. Unlike before, she was clearly the focus of everyone in the hall. She could even hear passing conversations of those she passed, asking a friend or muttering to themselves about the cow fur covering what was previously normal skin. She wasn't sure if it was intentional, or if her new ears made it easier than normal.
As Jennifer walked, she began to feel a creeping numbness, but she ignored it as best she could. It started at the tips of her feet, but it slowly crept further until it controlled the entirety of her feet, up to the heel. Her last class was on the opposite side of the school, and she didn't want to be out in public for whatever was happening.
Her steps slowly became less determined as her heels began to hurt, and her toes bulged at the end of her shoe. Each step became less steady than the last, as it felt like her foot was too large. She teetered, then propped herself against a nearby wall. She really didn't want it to be true, but she knew what was likely happening in there.
She knelt down, sliding the shoe off her foot. It didn't take much effort, as there was no meat or padding to her heel, any more. On the other hand, her toes were huge, and black enough to be visible through the sock. She slid the sock off, and her suspicions were confirmed. In place of her human feet, she now had cow hooves. They looked severely out of place, even though she had the right fur to pull it off. They were just larger than what would've been proportional to a human body, but rather they were intended for a full-grown cow.
After repeating the process with her other foot, she gave a careful step forward. Fortunately, it was like walking on much easier high-heels. Unfortunately, there was a reverberating clop with every step, because she apparently wasn't noticeable enough. She wanted to blow off the last class, or to cry her eyes out in the bathroom until the school day was over, but something pressed her body toward her final class. Could it be the dare?
She plodded forward, people now looking at her bare feet, or hooves, as much as her ears. She internally prayed that the sickness was over, because she didn't want the last part of Kyle's curse to affect her. She had no idea what people would do if they saw her more as a cow than as a person, but it could only end badly.
The final bell rang as she moved through the doorway, which made the ten steps to her desk all the worse. Everyone else was already seated, and she had to endure their withering gazes as she took her seat. Even her History teacher, Ms. Scott, interrupted herself to stare at Jen, only to continue after a pregnant seconds-long pause after Jen sat down.
Jen tried to reassure herself as best she could. Only one hour left until she could go home. The dare only required she come in today, she can call out sick for the rest of the week and let this thing blow over. And when she gets over this virus, she'll go back to normal. All she needed to do was have the virus not do anything else.