"Okaaa-aay," she bleated to her reflection. "Aaa-aai'll go."
She shoved up her skirt, which felt a bit weird with her tail stuffed inside it. Now that her feet were uncovered once more, she saw that the woolly hairs from her ankle had grown longer the same way the hair on her forearm did. She could barely see her toes under the tangled thickets that draped onto the linoleum.
She walked back to her bedroom to slip on the cheerleading top. It felt itchy, like the straps of her bra on her wool, but she didn't feel mentally comfortable with exposing all of her new body, even if the wool was sufficient enough coverage of her private areas.
The outfit felt rather hot, and certainly looked puffier than it usually would, but she didn't care. She decided to forgo socks and shoes, as nothing she had would probably fit her new feet. She strapped on her backpack and stepped outside.
The air was thick with humidity, and the sun beat down aggressively on Jennifer as she hurried down the block. Her black wool did an excellent job absorbing heat, and her clothes did their own job of trapping it in even more. What was normally an easy walk became a grueling trek that Jennifer related to a journey across the Sahara Desert.