"But, mom, I'm not a racing greyhound! What do you mean by the greyhound tracks?"
Bad move. Jennifer felt her rump extend even further backwards, with another torso and set of legs immediately growing in. She turned around to see now three torsos. Keep in mind that she has no memory of what caused this, but at least she knows that if this continues, she might not even be able to see her tail.
"Don't be silly honey, just come down here and you'll be sent there pretty soon."
"Mom, I'm most certainly not born this way! You have my birth certificate, you have my report cards, you have me in your phone! What are you thinking?"
Another four pairs of legs grew out of her back end one by one, as she felt her behind smack against her bedroom wall. Dammit. She tried to move around the room, only to find her legs moving alternately like a centipede. To give herself more breathing room, she tried to open the door to leave her room, only to find that she cannot step back to allow the door to open inwards. She had to step her upper body sideways to allow the door to open halfway through, then make a sharp U-turn to her back until her upper torso is next to her rump, then turn around again such that she faces her backend, and walk until her rump is no longer in the way. This way, she finally orientated herself to the doorframe, and walked out of her room, and down the stairs, with her upper torso in a line with her lower torsos and her hands on the floor to avoid overbalancing herself. At the bottom of the staircase, she saw her mother with a stern look. "What's taking you so long? Come on, I'll have to walk you to the tracks, since you definitely won't fit in the car." Jen gave in and complied.
On the way there, everyone looked at her as if she were just some normal dog being walked by her "mother", even if she held Jen's hand instead on using a leash. Some passers-by even petted her head, scratched her chin or patted one of her many, many lower torsos. What could she do? Mom would chew her out if she dared resist.