... it would seem her condition would continue to develop as the days continued. Come Monday morning her skin was now noticeably pear green, and her hair spring green. With a whimpered sigh, she observed that her hips had put on a few layers of padding and her tummy had developed a noticeable round shape. She could guess pretty quickly what kind of fruit she was starting to resemble, which probably meant before long she would turn into one.
Based on reports she read about someone who had already had this bug for three weeks, this rare and exotic disease was called "carpotrophy", and it originally came from somewhere on an out of the way island just along the equator. Over the next few days, Jen could expect her swelling to increase until her body assimilated her limbs and her feet were nothing but vestigial little things in little divots. She could expect something similar to happen to her hands if not for the body shape she predicted she would have by the end of this.
This would unquestionably mean she would be unable to participate in cheer, since she would both be too heavyweight and too inhuman shaped for it. This was at the behest of her doctor, who was able to find conclusive evidence early that she had indeed contracted carpotrophy. Such was her Tuesday that week. It left her heartbroken, especially since she was still really human shaped... she'd just gotten a bigger butt is all.
That Wednesday at lunch, she was sitting at one of the outdoor tables with her two closest pals Amanda and Lexi. Amanda, the emotionally driven one of the trio, did her best to comfort Jen through having to quit cheer. Lexi, although putting up her usual facade of apathy, leaned against Jen, which was her way of showing she cared about people. The three of them have been close to each other since kindergarten, and were practically sisters in a way. No way no how would they let something like a super rare disease that was turning one of them into a fruit split them up. Even when Amanda and Lexi still did practice, they insisted that Jen be allowed to watch at the very least.
Then, Thursday came. Her boyfriend Adam had taken her to the mall to hang out. Adam was the sweetest boy Jen could ever ask for, especially for not dumping her over this condition. Jen felt safe around Adam, and that safety made her more emotionally vulnerable than she usually allowed herself to be. Over the week, she'd been getting stares from all kinds of people. Sometimes she heard them call her a freak behind her back. Adam assured her that she wasn't a freak, and nothing would make him want to dump her. Jen was the luckiest girl in town as far as she was concerned.
She woke up on Friday morning to discover her sheets feeling a little wet and sticky. Pulling off the bed covers, she discovered a huge wet spot in the middle of her bed that smelled like fresh pear juice. Was she starting to leak juice in the middle of the night? This... this warranted another doctor's appointment.