After Spanish class, Jen pounced on Susan. Not literally. But in a burst of excitement, she could hardly contain herself.
“Do any more good deeds?” Susan asked, smirking and playing with the tuft of fur at the end of her tail.
“No,” Jen replied. “Hey Susan . . .”
“What?”
“Transform or dare.”
Susan’s eyes widened. She stared at Jen, flabbergasted. “I told you, you can’t use it to lift your curse - ”
“You didn’t answer,” the humanoid rat replied. “So you get both.”
“Shit!” Susan said.
“I dare you to ‘moo’ randomly, sometimes even interrupting yourself. It’ll feel really good to ‘moo,’ and you’ll find it’s harder to resist it – and while it’s normal for you to be cow girl, it’s not normal to be a mooing one. And as for transforming, well, you wanted to be a cow, so I think you should have a big udder to match those fat tits.”
Susan shoved herself against the lockers. “Moooo!” she bellowed. A group of kids walking down the hall snickered and pointed.
Susan put her hands on her lower abdomen, feeling the tremendous new weight that was forming. She pushed down the top of her cheerleader skirt and out hung a melon-sized cow udder, complete with four thick teats.
“Wow,” Jen said, flicking one of the teats.
“Stop it MOOOO!” Susan grunted.
“Well. Guess I’ll see you after school.”
“Moooo,” Susan said and found herself loving how easy it was to just make a dumb animal sound. “Mooo, Jen!”
Jen had just started down the hall when Susan called her name.
“Transform MOOOOO or dare!”