To her horror, Jennifer's changes weren't finished yet. The black suit quickly invaded the rest of her arms and covered her hands. She felt her fingers being forced together, then she lost almost all feeling in them. She saw her hands melt and bulge into a more round shape. In a few seconds they adopted the look of horse hooves.
"What the hell is going on?!" she screamed. She swatted the air with the new hooves, helpless.
Then she felt the strange latex crawl up her neck and onto her face. "No. Oh god no!" Her vision was clouded for a moment as it sheathed her entire head in its skin-tight grip. She couldn't breathe. Her ears and face felt like they were being stretched. Then she felt the substance dive into her mouth and down her throat, invading her insides. She writhed at the awful tunneling sensation. Then her vision was restored, and her lungs began to work again. She rolled over onto her stomach. Her hair fell about her, no longer the seductive blonde locks they once were, but thin rubber-like strands black as night, growing in a thick, limp mowhawk out of her head, neck and upper back.
She tried to scream again and choked. Her vocal chords weren't working. Her throat felt caked over with the sludge. All she could do was breathe in and breathe out.
Jennifer pounded the ground with her hooves. She tried to pull herself toward the school, but it was hard to get a grip on the pavement with her smooth hooves. She twisted and shimmied to make some headway, knowing full well how ridiculous she looked but not at all caring. She just needed someone to help her. Anyone.