Jen balked and hissed. “What – dare! Dare!” She didn’t care what happened now, just as long as she wasn’t transformed into something worse that an ugly-ass rat.
“Moooooooo yoooou can’t go by Jennifer or Jen or Jenny any MOOOOORE. Your nammme is ‘rat-girl.’ MOOOO! Everyone calls you ‘rat-girl’ and you’ll be unable to call yourself anything other than ‘rat-girl.’ I dare you to go back to Jennifer or Jen or Jenny only when you break the curse – until then, you’re Rat-Girl.”
Rat-Girl blinked. “That’s – that’s it?”
“What’s your MOOOO name?”
“Rat-Girl.” Rat-Girl gasped. She meant to say . . . to say . . . ‘Rat-Girl.’ No, that wasn’t right. She wasn’t ‘Rat-Girl’ she was ‘Rat-Girl.’ No, that’s wasn’t – that wasn’t her name.
Susan laughed, and then began to “moo.” More students that walked by shot her a weird look. Susan didn’t even seem to care. She liked it.
Rat-Girl waddled away, her tail swinging behind her. Susan ran her fingers over her own fat udder. She actually didn’t mind it. It felt good to touch and stroke, and the teats wiggled.
“Morris!” shouted Rat-Girl down the hall. Her ex-boyfriend was chatting with a buddy of his.
“Hey Rat-Girl!” Morris shouted.
Rat-Girl sighed. And hung her head. That was her name. She couldn’t remember her old one. She turned around. She still had T or D, but she really, really wanted to go back to normal. She needed a good deed.