Before Amy could think or say anything about Lina's new skunk ears, she saw them twitch and pivot toward the bathroom door. Lina spun around and grabbed Amy, stuffing her into one of the stalls.
"Don't say a word!" Lina hissed as she crammed into the stall with her and locked the door. At the same time, the bathroom door burst open and a group of giggling girls could be heard entering. Judging from the number of voices, Amy guessed there were three or four of them.
The giggling quickly turned to shrieks and moans. "Eeew! What is that?!" One groaned. "It smells like a skunk!" another shouted. The girls scrambled out the door even faster than they entered, and the bathroom was quiet once again.
Amy continued panting her mix of surprise and pleasure. In the confines of the stall, she was again confronted by Lina's enormous furry tail.
"Why does it smell so awful to them, but so good to us?" Lina wondered aloud.
Amy didn't answer. She was too busy rubbing her whiskered cheeks across the tail's voluminous black fur.
"That feels nice," Lina whispered. Obviously she was just as distracted by the scent and their changes as Amy was. They spent several moments in silence, pressed against each other and inhaling the scent deeply.
Experiencing no more changes, both girls were slowly coming around to the reality of their situation.
Amy finally stopped stroking Lina's tail. She turned away, thinking that staring at the stall's graffiti-filled wall would help her concentrate.
"We can't stay here," Amy said.
"We can't go out there, either," Lina responded. She began stroking her ears, still unable to believe what was happening to them. "That perfume is changing us."
"It stopped, though." Amy looked at her hands, which were showing the familiar signs of swelling from yesterday. Now they were much worse, and with the presence of a skunk's ears and a tail on Lina, Amy finally realized that her hands were turning into thick claws. Her nails were stubby talons, and the black fur had covered most of her hands. "We'll sneak out," she suggested. "Between periods when the cafeteria is empty."
Lina didn't respond. Both girls knew it would be another fifteen or twenty minutes before the bell rang, and they had to stay confined to the stall in case anyone else entered the bathroom.
Amy felt her own ears and realized they hadn't changed like Lina's did. She also saw Lina's hands were still perfectly human. Lina's hair was totally jet black with two distinct white stripes running its length. She knew somehow that her own hair must look the same.
"Maybe, the longer you use it, the more it changes you," Amy suggested. She was trying to concentrate on what was physically happening to them rather than the new desires and instincts forming in her mind thanks to the perfume's intoxicating aroma. Just as it had yesterday, the smell was dissipating into a barely perceptible odor as her nostrils became used to it, but its presence was still felt in her thoughts.
"We both used the perfume for a day. You just gave both of us a second dose. Maybe with each dose it goes faster."
"Maybe," Lina finally spoke. "But is that a bad thing..." She carefully turned herself around in the confined space to face Amy. "Or a good thing?"
Amy was simultaneously turned on and deeply troubled by the look Lina was giving her. Lina reached down and clasped Amy's furry hands. Her fingers stroked the short black hair and Amy shivered at the sensation.
"I'd say it's good," Lina whispered with contentment in her voice and in her eyes. Amy was hard pressed to agree.