Jane was disgusted. Had she not known better, she'd think this was a screwed up prank. But she couldn't deny the sight in front of her in the mirror.
She collapsed on her knees crying once more at her predicament. However she was starting to get cold from the water mixed with oil dripping from her body. Despite feeling the need to pee, she resigned to the fact that she wouldn't get anywhere if she tried to do it now... With hobby legs she stood up and went back in her bedroom. Thinking about her options, she decided the only way to dry herself was to use a hair dryer. Her eyes red from crying, she kept sniffling; while the hot air felt nice on her skin, the permanent oil coating was dampening her sense of touch, keeping her aware of her curse. At least it provided some semblance of heat retention, though that was little to no consolation to Jane.
"How am I going to step outside like this?" She wondered..
As she got as dry as her oily slick body would allow, she got up; any movement seemed make her bladder react, but she desperately tried to ignore it. It was getting harder to do it.
Scrambling yet again to distract herself from her body, Jane tried several replacements for clothing that she could think of. Anything she tried using to cover herself would just slide off her body, as if her body was surrounded by an invisible forcefield. Frustrated, she eventually accepted that she'd have to go out naked today, since she didn't have the required high heels. She could salvage her current outfits to reduce them to covering 20% of her skin, but she wasn't about to ruin her clothes, since she had every intention to turn back to normal. She couldn't be arrested but her humiliation would still be very real.
Suddenly a knock on the door. It was Jane's mother. "Sweetie don't take too long, we've got to get you to school, you can't afford another tardy!" Jane rushed for the door. She kept it locked because her mom never got the message and always barged in. None of that mattered now, she had to ask for help she...
She saw the note. On her door. She couldn't stop it. Sound of paper unfolding. With tears in hereyes she knew what was coming, but she still wasn't used to this feeling of helplessness.
"Never mention my part in your changes. If asked about why you're like reply with "quote I don't know end of quote." Eat both this note and the previous one you read from me."
The dry, to the point note made Jane wonder if Bill was watching her right now. The notes seemed too convenient to have been placed randomly. Billy must have been leaving them as situations s unfolded for her.
Impatient , Jane's mother banged the floor more vigorously. "Hellooooo, I know you're in there, no point in doing the silent treatment" . Jane unlocked the door and peeked out.
"Mom... I having a bit of trouble today... "
" Oh is that one of your famous "I'm sick but can the girls come over for the night, because I'm feeling better. Because it's not gonna work."
"Jane didn't snap back like she usually does and her mom got suspicious. Looking closer, she started nothing something was wrong with her daughter."
"Your face is so shiny, is that a new moisturiser because if so I'd actually like to borrow some since I'm out."
Jane was panicking. She knew she'd have to speak up but the words she wanted to say we're caught in her throat. First because of Bill's restrictions, though she knew saying anything out against him was a lost cause, secondly, because she couldn't bring herself to let her mom see her naked.
Suddenly her mom pushed the door open pushing her away enough that she lost balance. "OK Jane what wrong with you to... day..."