Jessie wakes up with a sharp huff of breath through her lips, idly scratching at her back with her slightly more ponylike fingertips. She staggers out of bed, and half-asleep, stumbles into the shower, idly hosing herself off for the morning.
After her clumsy shower, in which she made no connection between having trouble grasping the soap with her oddly-shaped fingertips, she dresses minimally before making her way to the kitchen.
She makes nothing of it, but she finds herself craving a boal of oatmeal, and opens up the cupboard, grabbing the cylindrical carton of Quaker Oats and literally pouring the uncooked oats into her mouth, barely conscious of what she's doing before she starts chewing with a side-to-side motion.
"Wait... what the hell am I doing?" She asks herself before measuring out the proper portions of oats and water into a bowl and pushing it into the microwave.
That's when she lifts a hand to her face, and has a hard time recognizing the feel of it. She pulls back in shock, before rushing to the nearest mirror, in the hall bathroom. She examines her face carefully, taking note of the protruding mouth.
"Urgh... vision's all wonky..." she mutters. "Better get to a glasses doctor... whatever you call them..."
Taking the bowl out of the microwave, she sits and idly eats her oatmeal for a while, for some reason thinking of open meadows before happening to glance at the clock.
"Oh! Geez... I am gonna be so late..." She runs to her bedroom, leaving the unfinished bowl on the table and grabs her costume, running out the front door as she puts the body on, leaving the head under her arm as she jumps into her car and drives out to the farm.