Rat-Girl scuttled down the hall, unaware that she was keeping to the walls or that she was leaning closer and closer to the ground. She had been waddling, thanks to her rounded belly and bottom, but as she moved, Rat-Girl was moving closer to being on all fours. By the time she reached her next class, she was on all fours, moving faster and more comfortably.
“Oh shit,” she realized after turning the corner. She felt stupid, but had to admit it felt better – it felt right – to be on all fours.
Rat-Girl felt a sudden need to pee, so she scurried into the bathroom. She forced herself to stand and waddle into a stall. She wasn’t sure how Rat’s pissed, so she just carefully pushed herself onto the toilet, pulled down her panties and yanked up her skirt.
After she was done, Rat-Girl snagged her backpack from the floor and waddled over to the sink, where she began to wash her extra dirty hands.
“Damn it!” came a shout from a nearby stall.
Rat-Girl’s ears perked up.
“Damn it, damn it!” said the girl from the stall again.
“Are you okay?” Rat-Girl asked.
“Yeah, I just . . . I’m out of pads and I just started my period and it’s really bad.” The girl sounded on the verge of tears.
Rat-Girl tapped her pointed chin thoughtfully. “I think I got ya,” she said then and opened her backpack. Yep, she had a pad, right where she left it.
“I’m going to slid it under, okay?”
“Sure!”
Rat-Girl placed the pad in front of the stall, then knocked it in with her tail. The girl laughed a little.
“Thank you so much!”
“No problem!”
Rat-Girl felt an odd tingly run through her body. She gasped. She had done a good deed and hadn’t even really thought of it. She looked in the mirror as the strange tingling became stronger.
Her brownish-gray fur seemed to thin a little. Her ears were smaller, and her muzzle was shorter now, too. Even her belly seemed trimmer.
“Great.”
She slung her backpack on and scurried out of the bathroom. Being on all fours still felt the most natural, but she was okay with that. Not much longer and she could be back to normal. Then she could change Susan back. If that freak wanted to be back . . .
Rat-Girl was late to class. She scuttled in, garnering a few glances from her classmates.
“You’re late, Ms. Rat-Girl,” said her teacher, Mr. Tanner.
“Sorry,” she squeaked. ‘I just want my real name back,’ she thought sadly.
When class ended, the weird kid next to her had dropped his pen. Rat-Girl snatched it up and handed it over.
“Here you go!”
He looked at it like it (and her) were diseased. He stood up and walked off. Rat-Girl sighed, even as she felt the tingling run through her once more.
She was walking upright again, her bottom having lost some of its mass. Her breasts were somewhat back. And her hands looked nearly human.
‘A few more. Just a few more.’
And that was when she bumped into Kyle.