I walk past my mother, who like the other days treats my new features as if I've always had them. I expect her to hand me my lunch, but she instead dumps out the contents of the garbage can into a paper bag and gives it too me, smiling. I force a smile and take it, before departing for school. This was strange. Usually, despite the fact that I am slowly looking like a feminine rat person, people treat me like a person. Now... I'm worried what school will be like.
At school I notice other changes. For one, my locker is now disgusting! Just a mess of garbage, half eaten food, and things so old and disheveled I can't even identify. Normally I kept my locker nice and tidy, but I guess I'm a literal pack rat now.
Later, in class, as I sat down in my desk, the teacher called out, "Jeraldine, you know that's not your seat." I looked behind me, assuming he was talking to somebody else, but slowly realization came to me. I guess my name is Jeraldine now.
"Go sit where you're supposed to.", the teacher points behind me. I turn to see a pile of wood shavings in the corner. What?
"We can't have you sit at a desk on account of your accidents"
Before I even comprehend what he's trying to say, I feel my bowels move on their own accord, and against my will, I defecate right there and then, standing in the middle of class. Several students groan, but even worse most don't even seem to care, as if this is a common occurrence. What is my life now?
The teacher catches my attention. "See, that's why. I know how you feel about wiping yourself, but please go to the bathroom and do it so you don't leak all over the room."
Wiping myself? Why would I have something against bathroom hygiene. Then again, I did just shit on the floor and seemingly eat garbage, so maybe I just have no manners in this new reality. Sighing, I go to the lady's room and get out some toilet paper, but something comes over me. I suddenly have a strong indignation to removing the feces off myself. It feels wrong, like it's removing my sent from the room. I like my sent. It's a sign of who I am! Before I think any more I realize where my brain is going and shake my head. What the hell was that? My mind just went into a totally different headspace!
Now I'm scared! The curse never affected my mind before. Who knows what I'll think next. I exit the bathroom, only to discover...