Kyle had dashed away in discomfort leaving the girls to what they came there to do, as find Carla some proper fitting clothes to wear; if she wanted to go home. “Hey look here, his closet is as neat as a pin!” Jen said as a still distraught Carla slowly strolled into Kyle’s messed up bedroom.
“Here, try these on for size,” Jen said, as a teary eyed Carla then gawked at what was a pair or her jeans, one of her blouses, and a girl’s panty, all held there by Jen. “Kyle still has something in his heart for you, he keeping your clothes as separate from his.”
Carla grabbed at the clothes what Jen offered, and she turned, as walked then to the bathroom, having to step over the leavings of a young man changing into being a herd bull.
“This whole house sticks of bull crap!” Carla grumped, as said loudly as she was getting dressed.
Jen was still poking about in Kyle’s bedroom when she heard what Carla said, and Jen mumbled softly to herself, “Dear girl, you might as well face the reality, as soon you will discover the scent of bulls as provocative!”
Again Carla let go a scream of fright, “What are these, Jen, my ears, my ears, their turned black, as are cow ears, and sprouting fur!”
Jen rushed toward her friend, as swung round the doorway entrance and stopped, as stood there looking at Carla, she holding her long hair back to better see her changed earlobes.
“Jen it has begun, that bastard doctor has poisoned my body, I… got cow ears and a cow cunt!” A newly distraught Carla exclaimed. Yet as from where Jen stood, the changing of Carla had begun showing more cow-like differences. As Carla stood with her old pair of panties covering her bottom, she gawking at her cow ears, Jen noticed a blackened stripe of skin along Carla’s spine. A step or two as coming closer to where Carla stood leaning over the bathroom counter and sink, she staring at her new ears, as Jen began a visual examining of the black strip of cowhide blossoming.
The black stripe began somewhere under the long hairs on Carla’s head, as trailing the length of his spine, to an obvious lump where soon a bony tail should protrude.
“Jen, Jen how can I return home with ears like these?” Carla bemoaned, “I look weird and still feel strange all though my tummy. What, you are staring, what, has something more begun…,” Carla said as she twisted her torso toward the big mirror, and saw what Jen was gawking at. “What is that, can you rub it off?” Carla asked, obvious she thought, or hoped it was but some streak of dirt.
“No…, it will not rub off, it, its black cowhide, and is at present growing black fur.” Jen said as she reached her right hand to give the stripe of black a stroke, she feeling the sprouting line of fur.
Carla turned to look as stare at Jen, a frown of real worries had her face expressing her sense of horror. “You might as well drive me back to the research facility, as if these changes continue your best friend might become a female Minotaur!”
“Whoa there, now let’s not rush to such sordid ideas as that,” Jen said, she holding a forlorn hope that if medical science could begin such changes, then a good doctor might find a way to slow the changing, or stop it to go no further. As then there are plastic surgeons that could bob her ears.
“You must be tired, why not go to his parent’s bedroom, the door is closed, and take a nap. I want to go find Kyle and see if he owns any intelligence.” Jen suggested, as Carla stood and stared into the mirror.
“I don’t know what I will see when I awake, I am very tired, and sleep sounds good, but my, my ears and…,” Carla said, she almost in tears, “What when I wake up?”
“We, you and I will tend to that if it happens after you get some sleep!” Jen said with a forceful tone to her voice.