The bus rocked as it rounded the corner and Jen felt her torso sway along with it, her shoulders bumping against Susan's sat beside her.
The blonde kept her eyes fixed on the back of the seat in front, pretending very very hard that everything was normal.
Because it was.
And yet it very very much wasn't.
I'm not my vagina. I'm not my vagina. I'm not my vagina.
The bus bumped and Jen rocked against Susan again, a guilty blush spreading across her. She felt hot, stifled, her panties and skirt were constructing and almost suffocating. Worse, her whole body felt too tall, her spine way too long, her head poking out so high in the air with all her senses and her brain clustered inside it felt so exposed and vulnerable. It felt like she was having to constantly balance head head, like she was holding it high and heavy on a stick.
Everything felt wrong and yet, it wasn't. Just that fact made the anxious cheerleader's veins run cold with ice.
"Everything... Okay?" Susan bumped her shoulder back and Jen frantically leant the other way, leaning her shoulder against the window, her voice caught in her throat.
"I, uh, yeah - huh? Sorry... I'm fine..."
Jen cringed as she glanced sideways and caught Susan glaring doubtfully at her face. It gave the cheerleader another dizzying sense of unease - Susan was staring at her face, which, logically she knew was right, and yet her instincts were telling her Susan wasn't looking at *her*, but a part of her...
"Are you sure...? You're not saying anything and your face is like..." Susan shifted in her seat to demonstrate , her expression dropping to sort of neutral pout, lips parted, eyes glassy. Jen realised it was the expression her own face was fixed in.
"It... is?"
Jen cringed, trying to concentrate on forcing the muscles in her face to move in a way she remembered - but it was hard. Less like she was making any emotional choices and more like she was being forced to puppet the strange appendage high above her.
I'm not my vagina. I'm not my vagina. I'm not my vagina. Jen screamed internally, as her doubts swirled...
She was just tired... that was it... and Kyle's creepy freakish little call had obviously triggered some weird trauma she was struggling to process.
Jen concentrated and managed to get her face into something she hoped was a polite smile, "Is... this better?"
She saw Susan's face drop back into a full frown, "No! That's... worse..."
Jen swallowed, relaxing her face again, "Sorry - I had a weird morning..."
"Weird how?"
Jen chewed down her doubts, maybe sharing would make her feel better, "Kyle Perkins called me this morning"
"... Pervert Perkins? Ew, why?"
Jen took a moment to think about how to approach what she was going to say next, only for Susan to shriek in conspiratorial horror, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper, "Wait... he didn't... oh god, was he like... breathing hard down the line and stuff?"
Jen shook her hips quickly, shuffling in her seat. She felt Susan's gaze snap down to her in confusion for a second before the blonde rememberer she was meant to shake her head 'no'...
"No, no! He didn't... Ew..." Jen rolled her eyes, almost wishing he had done that - it would've been easier to explain. "He... Ok, you know... Transform or Dare?"
Susan stared at Jen's face more intently, a confused mocking scowl on her lips, "I mean, yeah? Like, 'oooh, don't get cursed' - it's a stupid story, like, wait, don't tell me he tried to curse you?"
Susan held back a laugh.
Jen chewed her lip and nodded, remembering to move her whole head this time, "I mean, yeah..."
Susan's face lit up with mocking excitement, "Such a fucking loser, he thinks it's real?! Oh my god, wait - what did he say? Let me guess... Probably something gross right? Ew... Oh my god, what did he say?"
Jen screwed up her face - Susan grew more animated, "Oh, Ew, how gross...?"
"Just... really weird..."
"It must've been, the way you look, no offence..." Susan glanced around, "What did you pick?"
"Huh?"
"When he asked, what did you pick? You picked Dare right?"
Jen cringed, "I mean, yeah, obviously I said dare"
"Dare. Yeah. Okay. I guess at least then you didn't have to listen to him telling you whatever fucked up weirdo shit he wanted to do to your body right?" Susan shivered, "I mean like, ew, I get why you're sick now - I don't think I could stomach listening to a freak like that telling me he wanted my boobs to get bigger, or my pussy to grow when I lie, or..."
Jen cringed harder, this was, in fact, not helping her feel better, "Susan..."
The other cheerleader continued unstoppably, "Or, he's probably into animals or something, like, imagining him telling me he wants me to grow cat ears and a tail, or a big horse cock or a..."
Jen snapped, "Susan just shut up for a second... forget I said anything..."
With that she turned her gaze towards the window. Instinctively she pressed her hands into her lap, her palms pushing down hard on her skirt to try and hold herself for comfort.
Behind her Susan's mouth sprung closed like a trap. Her lips popping together as her eyes also snapped tightly closed.
A second passed.
Susan's eyes blinked open and she sat back in her seat with a sudden sigh, "Hey, Jen, did you finish the math homework, can I copy from you?"