Satisfied with Jane's answer, her mom went to make breakfast. "Don't take too long, we're getting there a bit earlier so you calm down before class".
Jane figured that since her mom's perception of her changes had changed, that society at large would not be bothered by a naked 18 year old parading around. Thankfully, she had a transparent hard plastic backpack that the curse didn't seem to discriminate, since it wasn't made of fabric, technically and she wasn't using it to cover herself (this curse was using her psyche against her greaaaat) . The feeling of plastic on her back was a bit uncomfortable, especially considering that the backpack was getting all lathered with her oil. On top of that, she had to really tighten the straps so that the bag wouldn't slide of her back. She looked in the mirror on her bedroom. At first glance if someone thought she was a blow up doll, Janet wouldn't blame them; only she kept her original proportions. She'd always been well endowed, so she assumed Bill preferred natural over impacts. Ugh, feeling like a sex object added to her humiliation.
"Honey, dinner's ready!" her mom's announcement made her jump. She took her tentative steps out of her room, her body swinging around like she was some sex starved slut. "Hurry up, or it will get cold!" letting out a low frustrated grunt, Jane picked up her pace. Going down the wooden stairs was tricky, she held on for dear life but kept slipping and hitting her bum on them."
Eventually, she decided crawling down was her best option, as embarrassing as it was. Once she got to the ground floor she could get up since the rest of the house had better grip.
She got to the dining table and remembered that the seats were made of leather.
Sighing in resignation yet again, her backpack promptly sliding off her body. She tried to catch of the straps, but she was too slippery and it kept going until it hit the ground.
Her mom was waiting to have breakfast with her daughter. "Sit down sweetie, I'll clean your seat after you, since you can't really do it yourself." Jane cringed at that realisation. Another thing taken away from her "Don't ask me how I know, but only the two of us know about your dare. That is to say, I've already called your school so that the staff's informed, but asked them to keep it between themselves. Your classmates won't know about your... situation, so consider that your punishment for being so rash." great, so now everyone is going to blame her for something she has no control over. This day was getting worse by the minute...