Jennifer pulled on her top, and ran back.
"Okay, I'm ready." she said, and cleared her throat as her voice cracked.
The others looked at her strangely, but they packed into Stephanie's van. Jennifer tried to tune out the feeling between her legs. It felt sick and dirty and erotic and entirely new--and this wasn't the time to explore it further.
"So it sounds like that freak Kyle's mom pitched a fit about what happened." Charlotte started as they began to drive. "And now she's calling for some sort of payback. They're talking about taking you out of the squ--"
"Ew, gross!" Shouted May. "What the hell is wrong with your legs?"
Jennifer looked down. Her legs looked...dirty. No. They were covered in stubble, as though she hadn't shaved for a couple weeks. As she watched, they got harier, and their tone went from soft and sleek to muscular. She pulled off her shoes--they felt tight, now--and she could see her feet were much the same, broad, masculine, coarse and hairy. She thought back to the feelings in her crotch, and her hand--she tried not to think about the way the hair on her arms was a little darker, a little thicker--brushed her mound--or where it should have been. A tiny, hard little point met her palm, instead, and she jerked her hand back as if burned.
"What's happening to you?!" Rachel asked.
"I..." Jennifer's voice was deeper, now, like a boy in his early teens, and she--she had to think of herself as she, despite the slowly emerging tent in her skirt--took a breath, crossed her arms under breasts that were definitely smaller than they were five minutes ago, and she could only think of one way to explain it.
"Girls? Transform or Dare?"