Jennifer turned around in a flash, fearful that Susan had heard what she said. Instead of her master, however, it was only the diminuitive form of Kyle Perkins. Not so diminuitive anymore, thanks to Jennifer's shrinking. They were at eye-level now.
"Guess you couldn't keep your mouth shut after all," Kyle said. "Go on, insult me."
"You fuck," Jennifer said, then clapped a hand over her mouth. She had meant to say "suck," but the bite had obviously changed the word. "Forry. I meant to fay--"
"I got the picture," Kyle said, eyeing her body for signs of a change. When none came, he gave her a puzzled look.
"Fings changed," Jennifer said, then quickly tried to explain her present situation through the annoying bite in her mouth.
"So she's stealing my revenge plan..." Kyle said, rubbing his chin in an overegsagerated way. Jennifer wondered if she would have simply been better off if she had kept the curse to herself and dealt with the cow changes. After only a few seconds worth of thought she realized it would definitely have been a better choice.
"So anybody who holds your collar controls you?" Kyle smiled, eyeing the dangling leather from her neck. Jennifer's heart skipped a beat, and she looked around for some way to make a quick exit.