Jen tried to follow the jocks that slapped Cam's huge asscheek, but she lost them in the sea of students in the school hallway, so she grudgingly went to her next class, Advanced History. She would teach them a lesson later, hopefully.
Jen had her eyes on her target since the start of her History class at 10:30.
Pam was a cute but quiet and reserved, antisocial loner of a girl who was exceptionally smart, sitting almost at the front of the class and constantly being harassed by the four bitches that sat behind and around her, whom Jen had once hung around with for a bit until ditching them.
Their leader, Emily, a tall, gorgeous, busty and white brunette with a foul soul, always found something to pick on Pam about, whether it was her hairstyle, her clothes, small breasts and buttocks, face, Puerto Rican heritage, etc., and never stopped from the moment she set eyes on Pam at the start of school. Somehow, Pam had enough courage, or hate of Emily and her three bitch sidekicks, to completely ignore every stupid thing they did to her or tormented her about and maintain straight A's for the past 2 years.
Jen was hoping that, with a transformation, perhaps the four bitches might just stop picking on Pam.
11:00 came by when the History teacher was making pretty much the entire class crack up over a joke about Italy's attempts at colonization before World War Two, save for the four bitches and a sleeping student who was sitting across the room from Jen.
Now Jen sat diagonally to the left of Pam, and when she smiling at their teacher's joke and looking down to write some notes, Jen took her newly coughed-up pill and dropped it into Pam's barely touched Starbucks' Caramel Frappe.
Pam looked up at her teacher again to listen, and after a minute, reached for her Frappe to drink, . . . only to have it snatched by Emily, who snickered and took a big gulp and stealing the drink's straw before tossing the drink back at Pam, who barely caught it. The three bitch sidekicks snickered as Pam gave all three and Emily, who was making her stupid pout face, a death stare before taking a sip of her drink from the cup's side.
Jen was intrigued about what would happen if two, or multiple separate individuals were affected by the same pill, and this provided an answer.
Emily was busy whispering into a red-faced Pam's ear a third insult against her transgender mother before Jen noticed her speech became less and less coherent. She turned around and saw Emily making her stupid pout face again, but with her mouth open, and her lips forming an "O-shape" as she continued to (attempt to) speak, saliva dribbling out of the lips and down her chin.
After a few more seconds, the speech turned into just air blowing through the oddly shaped lips, before it began to sound like flatulence as Emily's lips rounded and puckered into an asshole.
Pam seemed unaffected until her body appeared to be pulled towards Emily's as they fused, back to chest. Their bodies reconfigured, along with reality, in front of Jen's amazed eyes, and a classroom full of unfazed students . . . and a teacher.
The two girls' legs fused together and shortened into nothing as Emily's body twisted around, spine configuring to Pam's as the two girls' hips disappeared.
Reality finished reconfiguring as the two girls lay across two chairs, using two desks to accommodate their new, shared body.
The girls were legless, conjoined at the stomach, but not in a way Jen would have expected - they looked like CatDog. Their upper torsos were facing away from each other, sourcing from a single, shared stomach area where their conflicting skin tones - Pam's light, cocoa skin and Emily's tan blended together. Their spines were aligned. No semblance of a pair of hips or asscheeks were anywhere on their shared body.
Pam and Emily's bodies had no extra additions, buffs, deductions, swaps, or replacements, other that Emily's new asshole.
Pam had the exact same AA-cup-sized breasts, the exact same grey J-Crew sweater blazer that she wore over two Goodfellow-brand long-sleeved shirts, the exact same small, silver choker necklace, and the exact same black hair tied into a messy bun. Her slightly-freckled, petite and pleasant but strong face had nothing new about it, except its expression. The red-hot anger was gone and a more happy, relaxed expression resided on her face. Her eye-bags still remained though.
Emily had some rather radical changes. She had no makeup at all on save for bit of eyeliner, a major step down from the huge amounts she had previously used pre-transformation. Her usually styled brunette hair was now just hanging from her head in waves, tucked behind her ears and kept out of her eyes by a new, large, navy-blue beanie she sported. She now donned a cute black cloth mask with white stripes on her face, keeping both her nose and her puckered asshole out of sight - Jen felt bad for her upon thinking about farts.
She also had black skater gloves on.
Her provocative sweatsuit-ish outfit was now gone, replaced by a baggy maroon hoodie that covered everything, even her still-large DD-cup breasts.
Emily had done a complete flip-flop. Nothing from her previous occupation as an absolute tormentor remained, her fingernails were now unpainted, and only one earring remained - a silver dolphin earring that hung from her left ear.
Emily brushed a stray hair away from her face and continued to take notes along with Pam. She reached into her/their backpack to grab their pencil pouch when the cuff of her sweatshirt was pushed up by her desk, revealing huge, well-toned muscles that she was quick to hide upon noticing, pulling down her sweatshirt sleeve.
Emily glanced around the room quickly, blushing slightly when her eyes met Jen's.