Jen didn't want anyone to see her like this, so she ran up the stairs back toward her room, finding it increasingly easy...or at least necessary to move on all fours. Or rather..what had been her room. She still had hands, and was able to open the door, with some difficulty as a quadraped, but inside it was completely different.
The clothes she'd destroyed had vanished, the posters on the walls...all of her things were gone as if she'd never been there. It looked clean and neat.
It also looked like someone lived there...just not her. There'd been nothing in the curse that said someone would take her room. But if she was the family pet...why would a pet have a closet full of clothes?
She heard footsteps on the stairs, and ran to hide...not yet ready to be seen by anyone...slipping under the bed.