Jennifer looked down in horror as the floor was rapidly approaching to meet her, the shift in her balance causing her to fall over. Cursing, she slowly climbed back on her feet, looking in horror at her new body. She had no spine! Jennifer flailed her arms as she tried to feel her body. It was much more rotund, her ass now situated just above her shoulder blades, her breast's now dangling over her groin. Nothing else seemed to have changed about her body, her limbs and head still obviously expecting there to be a torso connecting everything. Her naval now sitting just above her clit.
"Oh my god...." Jennifer breathed out in disbelief. "I'm fucking Mike Wazowski!" Jennifer kicked the chair that was in her room in anger. This was not how she expected her morning to go. Minutes ago she was the hottest chic in school, now she looks like someone bolted limbs onto a stitching of someone's head, a pair of tits and a damn pussy. Jennifer shook her head, she didn't know how any of her organs survived, but obviously they were still working.
Jennifer tried to take a few steps, her center of balance much more top heavy, causing her to teeter back and force with each step until she was able to grasp herself moving. "I'm going to kill that creep, as soon as I see him I swear to God it's on sight." Looking at her new clothes Jennifer winced, her shirts were barely crop tops, except now they truly did just cover her just like a shirt would normally, the same with her pants, they rid straight up to her torso like she was some 90 year old fart, there just wasn't any space to shift them lower, her hips now just under her armpits, unless she just wanted to flash everyone. "I can't believe this, it's gotta be a dream." Jennifer shook her body, still attempting to reject what was now staring her in the mirror. A knock on the door as it then immediately started to creak open. Jennifer spun around and saw.