Jennifer sat in the stall with one hand keeping her udder off her male equipment, while the other robotically pumped the erect organ. She silently cursed her sloppy lie to Amanda that caused this. A moan escaped her lips as the door to the girl's restroom slammed open. There was a brief moment of silence, apart from the masturbatory noises Jennifer made.
"Oh my god, is there someone masturbating in here?!" It was Tina, one of the shorter cheerleaders on the team. Due to her stature, she was one of the girls that'd normally get picked for stunts, like balancing on another cheerleaders' shoulders or hands.
Jen was compelled to answer. "No, I'm just milking myself." In a flash, her position switched from jerking herself off to milking her udder into the toilet.
Jennifer could see Tina's shoes approach her stall. "Why wouldn't you use a milking room?"
Changing all women to be milky and have udders had to have modified the layout of her school. She tried to feign ignorance, but that was the truth. "I can't use the milking rooms because..." What would stop someone from using one? "Because, I wouldn't be able to make it to one in time for my next class."
"That doesn't make any sense. Hand-milking yourself is way slower than--Wait a minute, I know that voice. Jennifer, you were jerking off in here, weren't you?!"
Jennifer gave an exasperated sigh. She didn't hate Tina, but this interrogation was getting annoying. "No. Unlike you, I've got regular female equipment so I can't jerk off. That whole 'Jen has a dick' thing was just a rumor." Jen's penis receded back into what she had when she first started her morning. For how long, she couldn't be certain.
"But so many people saw the second lump...If it wasn't a dick, then what was it?"
Jennifer couldn't say it was her dick, because that would be the truth. She tried to think of a lie that wouldn't deform her further, but her mind was drawing a blank. "I'm only telling you this because you won't tell anyone else, but I've got a second udder." A second mass of flesh ballooned into existence between her current udder and pussy, quickly matching the original in size. She briefly worried about becoming more of a freak, but she'd just fixed the dick. She can fix this, given the right question.
"No way. Can I see it?"
Jennifer wanted to shout no, but the curse blocked that. In a fit of rage, she decided to answer it as destructively as possible. "You should be able to see it just fine, your eyestalks are plenty long enough to see over the stall."
"Yeah, but I still have manners." Two flesh-colored tubes maneuvered under the stall's door, getting uncomfortably close to Jennifer. At the ends of each was a human eye and just enough flesh to allow it to "blink." They swayed and bobbed, as there was not enough muscle to keep the several-foot-long appendages stable. "Woah, that's so crazy! Wait a minute...You've got four teats. Are you a cow?"
She was clearly saying it in jest, yet Jen was mortified. "No" was once again off the table as the words caught in her throat, but she had to add something to prevent herself from becoming a full-on cow. What if it included mental changes, or she was no longer able to speak? If she couldn't understand or answer questions, whatever state she's in would become permanent.