"I don't know," Claire said. "I can't really think of anyth--ah--AH!"
"Claire?" Jennifer shouted. "Are you okay?"
On the other end of the line, Claire sneezed. During the recoil, she felt something funny in her back. Like she hadn't only sneezed out of her mouth. Turning around, she saw a few long strands of fine silk tangled behind her on the floor. One of the strands ran up to the spinner in her abdomen. It was barely visible except for a silvery shine as light bounced off of it.
"Um...hang on a second," Claire uneasily rested the phone on the desk and carefully bent down to examine the strands. She was afraid to touch it, but something in her mind reassured her everything was fine. As her thin fingers picked up one thread, she realized it wasn't the sticky kind used in spider webs. She really could make this oddly beautiful thread.
She paused again, still unable to completely get her mind around the idea that she was mostly spider now. She concentrated on the new muscles in her spinner, and with a bit of concentration, managed another spurt of the silk.
"Well, that's certainly...weird," she thought. Then she sneezed again. "Now what, some kind of spider-sickness?" She looked around and realized that her room was somehow incredibly dusty. In fact, it barely even looked like her room. The bed and most of the furniture was still there, but all of her personal artifacts had somehow disappeared. She ran to the closet and found that it was empty. The room seemed to have been vacant for a long time. "What's going on here?" she asked herself.
"Jennifer?" Claire said after finally returning to the phone. "This is really weird...my room isn't my room anymore."
"Huh?" was all Jennifer could say.
"Somehow, all of a sudden, I looked around and this isn't my room. All my stuff is gone."
"Maybe you have a different room now," Jennifer thought. "The curse changed my reality when it changed me."
"Hold on," Claire said as she again put down the phone. For whatever reason, she had to confirm this was even still her family's house.
Meanwhile, Jennifer was stuck in her own room waiting on a dead phone line for her friend to return so she could finally give her the curse and end this whole thing. All she wanted to do was help Claire out, but it just seemed to be making things more complicated for both of them. Jennifer was still keeping an eye on her growing wool, which was getting close to the size of the coat she had first received that morning. The cute hairdo she had received was looking much more disheveled now. "I hope she gets back before this goes too out of hand," Jennifer worried.