She looks up at the ceiling, trying to keep her gaze away from any animals that might pass the window or indeed from looking at her al to bovine friend.
In the corner of the room, infrequent dusting allowed webs to accumulate looking up into the silk stucture Susan idly notices a spider climb across the webs and looks away quickly.
"Susan, if you change me back I will do the same for you. It will be easy."
Looking down at her hands she tries to resist the pull that draws her fingers together into a smooth hard mound of chitin.
"Okay then bitch, Transform or dare" The process moves up her arms and begins to envelope her arms in a hard shell of black laqure.