Come to think of it, going to school would give Jennifer the chance to get back at Kyle. She had the curse, and according to the stories she was able to Transform or Dare someone else. All she had to do was get within hearing distance of Kyle and she could turn the tables.
She put her shoes back on, seeing as her feet fit them almost as well as before, and that she wasn't comfortable walking the school halls in bare feet, she left for school.
Jennifer walked the halls slowly, blushing under her fur. She didn't seem to be getting odd stares from anyone, but she still felt her cow body stuck out like a sore thumb. She scanned the crowd for Kyle, but there was no sign of him yet.
Sitting down in homeroom, the girl next to her was clearly shocked at Jennifer's appearance. Her name was Trish, and she had always chatted with Jennifer since the first day of the year when they had been seated together.
She calmly told Trish not to panic, whispering to her the details of the curse and how she had transformed. Trish simply nodded her head, eyes never leaving Jennifer's enormous udders, probably assuming it was all in her own mind. Just as well, Jennifer didn't want to complicate things much further outside of her revenge plan for Kyle. The sooner he changed her back and suffered the consequences, the sooner her life could get back to normal.
It was almost noon when she found him. He was far down the hall, leaning against a locker and grinning at the sight of her ridiculous appearance. She tried to get through the crowd to confront him, accidentally knocking her udders into a few students. By the time she neared the locker, Kyle was gone.
She investigated the nearby classrooms with no luck. Then she noticed the men's bathroom door.
Deciding it couldn't be worse than what had already happened to her, she barged inside. "Everyone whose name isn't Kyle Perkins...LEAVE!" she bellowed. Her voice echoed powerfully off the walls. Two boys ran out of the room, giving her crazy looks.
"I wondered if you'd follow me in here," Kyle's voice rebounded around her large cow ears. "This is supposed to be a safety zone."
"As long as I look like this, there's no such thing as a 'safety zone.'"
Kyle stepped out from a stall to face his creation. "So what, you're gonna put the curse on me? Teach me a lesson?"
Jennifer sneered. "Transform or Dare, Kyle?"
"It's not like I haven't been through this before. You have no idea what happened to me while I was first cursed. Consider what you're going through as a cakewalk. Transform."
Jennifer paused. She hadn't actually stopped to think what she was going to do to him. Kyle folded his arms and began tapping a foot on the tile floor.
"Okay, Kyle. How does this sound? You're going to grow a tail that gets one foot longer every time you're mean to someone. It will be lifeless...that is, you can't control it. But it will be very sensitive, so if someone steps on it or a door closes on it, you'll be in a lot of pain. Let's give you three feet to start with."
In seconds, Kyle screamed in pain. He frantically pulled down his pants to relieve the pressure of his growing tail. It was thin like a monkey's, and covered with black fur. It stopped growing once it had about six inches laying on the ground.
"A pair of scissors ought to take care of your wardrobe problems," Jennifer taunted as she turned her back on him, displaying her own tail poking through her skirt and preparing to leave the bathroom.