Jennifer walked to her next class until noticing a pair of girls, Rebecca and Sarah, they acted so high and mighty, total bitches in Jens eyes. As Jennifer passed them, she could hear the two giggle, it only took a passing snide remark to cause Jennifer to spin around, a firm hand grabbing Rebecca's hair and giving it a firm yank downwards. Jennifer didn't even hear the comment, but she knew it was about her, and that's all that mattered.
Rebecca cursed loudly as she followed her hair to the floor. Falling to her knees Jennifer unleashed a swift kick to her stomach as she then doubled over.
"Don't you ever, talk shit 'bout me." Jennifer barked, the slightest twing of southern drawl seeping into her voice.
Sarah pushed Jennifer's shoulder "What the fuck? Get out of here, I'm going to call the principal, or a teacher!"
Jennifer winced, not because of anything that preening bitch had said of course, but her shoulder started to bug her, Sarah must have pulled her bra strap, not that Jennifer would let Sarah know.
Jennifer spun around and quickly continued walking away from the group before she was caught by a teacher. Sarah left with helping Rebecca off the floor, the two watching as Jennifer disappeared into a sea of students.
Jennifer kept pace, groaning as her bra became ever more uncomfortable, rolling her eyes she made a swift detour to a nearby bathroom again. Jennifer walked up to a stall, grabbing her jeans as she pulled them down, they had been cut and frayed around her knees. "Fuck, must have cut them on that bitches jewelry." Jennifer muttered.
Using the stalls privacy she pulled up and off her tee and signed relief as she unfastened her bra. Jennifer looked down at the source of discomfort, her breast's had grown slightly, in all the wrong places. Her breasts were still around the C cup they had always been, but her nipples were huge, swollen and sore, her aeriola now covering a large swath of each boob. The change left them more as knobs than the perky nipples of before.
Jennifer scoffed as she bundled the bra into her bookbag. Groaning as her stomach rumbled with a sharp pain. "Ouch, maybe two biscuits was too much." Jennifer exclaimed, reeling as her stomach began to fill out. Her firm midsection growing much less so, the smallest form of love handles appearing on her sides.
Jennifer slipped back on her shirt, now a sleeveless ripped tee. "Well it can't get any worse than this fucking day." Jennifer breathed out too soon. Scratching her arm she looked down to see the faint hairs begin to surge forth to their natural unwaxed state. Jennifer shivered as the feeling radiated down. Her eyes following the change as she felt her armpits fill in, and then, like a sparking line towards a barrel of TNT, a happy trail of hair shot down from her naval before exploding into a unshaved mess of pubes. Jennifer's hand shot down to feel as her mound was overtaken by a sea of brown. The change not stopping as her leg hair began to prickle against her jeans, even feeling them on her feet.
Jennifer stood up, watching the transformation live only expediting her mental changes as she pulled up her panties and jeans. Wincing as the top button has long since been ripped from the old pair, a the rip at her knee unraveling to become a sizable hole, revealing her whole knee. Her pants lacked a belt and she was forced to constantly keep hiking up her pants every few steps. Her shirt starting to strain as her waist continued to slowly expand.
Jennifer scratched her face, using the opportunity to smell her hand where it had previously visited her groin. Wincing she shrugged and grabbed her worn out bag again and left back out into the hallway.