Allison spits the last bit of puke left in her mouth and looks over at Maddie and Lauren. Before Allison could even gasp, she groaned feeling an intense swelling in her shoes. She looked down at her feet and saw her tennis shoes straining on either end. “What’s going on,” she groans. Hair had started to grow up from her ankles to her knees and it slowly started to fill in thicker. “Owwwww,” she moans as her shoes rip open. Her foot lengthens quickly without the restraint of her shoe stretching her socks until a thick brown mass tears through the tip and quickly takes shape on the ground. It twists and turns nearly black as it forms into a hoof. Her other foot follows and the fur climbs further up her legs. “Kristie,” she starts, “you have to help us.”