After Jen calmed down, she decided that she was going to get to school and go from there. She remembered that the curse was supposed to make everyone think that her change was normal, so she didn't have to worry about being viewed as a freak. She could worry about getting changed back later.
Jen twisted at her waist as best as she could. Immediately behind her waist was her gas tank. She unscrewed the lid (which felt weird to her), and saw that she did have gas in her tank. In fact, she could feel it sloshing around. Behind that was her seat, which she could just reach the front of if she bent back and stretched as far as she could. She blushed, as it felt like she was getting close to touching her privates. She wondered if they were embedded in her seat. She couldn't reach all the way herself though, so she did not know for sure. Behind that was her rear fender. Right between the rear fender and her seat, beyond her reach, was a curious switch. One position said "autopilot," and the other position said "manual control." Jen instinctively knew that the autopilot setting enabled her to control herself when driving, and the manual setting prevented her from controlling her motorcycle half, instead just being along for the ride as her rider controlled her. She also didn't have handlebars, but she noticed that her arms were perfectly positioned for someone to use them as such. Just the thought of having a rider made Jen shudder, but also oddly excited her more than she would ever admit to herself.
Jen concentrated and tried to will her engine to start, but nothing happened. She tried moving her "legs" and saw that her front wheel turned side to side, but she couldn't get herself to roll forwards or backwards. She thought for a moment, and then reached back and found her keyhole. There were no keys! She must have forgotten them inside, and surely she needed them to start her engine. She was powerless to go anywhere without them.
"Shit!" Jen said. She would have to get someone to get her keys for her.