"You never asked your second question, Laura."
"Oh, right. What do you want the pill to do to you when you transform?"
Jen scratched her head. She hadn't actually thought about that, given that until now she had been desperately avoiding transforming herself. To some extent, she forgot she hadn't actually transformed yet. Coughing up the pills seemed like a transformation in and of itself.
"Idunno," she answered simply. She turned toward the mirror, looking at herself and imagining what sorts of weird mutations would look good on her. "I don't really have any ideas for myself..." She paused. "I do have some good ideas for others, though." She takes back the spray bottle, since it seemed to be a good way to deliver the pill's effects without drawing suspicion. 'Maybe that's what I should have,' she thought, 'A way to transform people more easily.'
'Sounds good to us,' Audrey replied via their mental link as Jen walked out the door and back into the hallways, her tongue retracting once out of range of the gamer girl.
A few minutes later, talking just outside the cafeteria doors, Jen found the targets she was looking for. Dave and Marcy were a pair of friends rumored to be more than that - rumors that were definitely started as jokes, as the two were very adamant they were not a couple. Nonetheless, "The Lovebirds" became a bit of a schoolwide nickname for them, especially among Jen's circle of friends, one they thankfully had no objections to, as they found the whole thing kind of hilarious themselves.
"Howdy, Lovebirds!" Jen greeted them, causing Marcy to roll her eyes and Dave to cross his arms and chuckle.
"How've things been?" the glassesed boy responded, putting his hands back in the pockets of his sweater.
"What's the bottle for?" Marcy said, brushing her frizzy red hair out of her eyes.
"Did you know you can just *ask* for one of these?" was Jen's only answer, as she spritzed a boy who was passing by, watching his left half turn into a girl's, even his-now-their clothes changing to become a guy's outfit on the right sewn to a girl's on the left. They turned and shot an annoyed glance at Jen before adjusting the collar and strap of their half-polo-half-tank-top and wiping the stain off their half-jeans-half-shorts.
"And why did you ask for one?" Dave followed up.
Jen just shrugged. "Wanted to see if I could. Wanted to mess with some people." She sprayed them before they could respond.
"Hey, stop that!" Marcy said, her head shifting over to her left shoulder to make room for the new on growing on her right.
"Careful!" said Dave, also growing another head, though on the opposite side.
The two new heads had much dreamier looks in their eyes than their originals, and those half-lidded gazes became full-lidded as they turned toward each other, their hosts subconsciously leaning together so their new additions could press their lips together. Each friend grew a new pair of arms, the inner bottom ones reaching down for the other's crotch. Dave's jeans unzipped themselves of their own accord, allowing Marcy's new hand to wrap around his erect shaft. As for Marcy herself, her skirt simply disappeared, her hips, vagina, and butt exposed with only her brown leggings to keep her legs warm. Dave's hand plunged its index and middle fingers in the exposed pussy. Now in position, both hands began pistoning within or around their respective partner's genitals, the inner heads' makeout only intensifying if anything.
But as for the outer heads and other three hands of each? They lacked a significant reaction. "Don't just spray people without asking!" Marcy commanded from the only head she could still control.
"Consider it payback for when Dave came on my shoe," Jen countered, memories of the experience popping into her mind.
Dave blushed, "That's fair. Where've you been all lunch, anyway?"
"Why, are people expecting me now?"
"Not really-" started Dave before Marcy cut him off.
"But when you and Audrey are both missing, then we get suspicious. You're probably off concah-octing something with one of the Lauras." Marcy stuttered for a second when she reached orgasm, but otherwise didn't seem to notice it. "Probably whatever's in that bottle."
'Hit the nail on the head,' Jen heard Laura think.
"Nah, it's just water, don't worry," Jen lied, "Well, I think I'll just leave you two to discuss your date tonight."
Dave exclaimed, "It's not a date if we can't separate!... Hey, that rhymed."
The two walked off, now stuck in permanent makeout and mutual masturbation despite insisting they have no romantic attraction. And yet, they didn't mind at all. 'Mission accomplished,' Jen transmitted to the other girls, who high-fived back in the restroom.