Lisa could very easily see Jen's face falling and her cheeks growing pale. Lisa sighed inwardly, "Something so trivial and she overreacts as usual..."
"You know," Lisa said out loud, "I wouldn't have noticed it if I wasn't looking really closely, so it's not a big deal."
Jennifer didn't feel any better, and the thought that Lisa looks closely at her face was a bit unnerving. But how could she feel any better? The phone call with Kyle was real, and she knew exactly what she was in for. A little tuft of hair around her ears would soon turn into a matt of fur that would cover her from head to toe. She wondered silently how much time she had left and if the hormones would affect only her. This certainly wasn't something she wanted to do alone, and she knew in her heart that no man, unless he was the kind that existed in the stories, would ever want to be with her, especially if he had to share in her cursed fate.
"Mom, can Jen come to our house for a bit?" Lisa called to the front.
"I don't really mind," Lisa's mother said, her voice unable to mask the worried expression on her face, "but her mom might want her home for a while. What that nurse said has me worried, and I don't expect the other parents to be unconcerned."
"You're such a worry-wort, Mom!" Lisa exclaimed.
Jen knew well enough that Lisa was just as worried as her mother, but Lisa had a way of hiding her fears and weaknesses that the rest of the human race didn't. It was always her way to joke and shrug something off, but if that something was simply too big to shrug off, she would immediately take the position of the level-headed one. A nerd to the core, Lisa's head was filled with trivia and knowledge above and beyond most high schoolers, and probably most college students as well. When in doubt, she'd find a logical solution to anything. Her logical solution this time was-
"If it bugs you, just shave it off!" Lisa was clearly growing tired of her friend's dull state. "That's what I would do, and I'm fully prepared for it just in case we all wind up with a little hair or something."
"You're not bothered at all?" Lisa asked, exasperated.
"Just a little," Lisa shrugged. "I prefer to wait for a doctor visit before I make any conclusions. Right now my stomach has been bothering me more than the prospect of any hair." She resigned herself to staring out the window for the rest of the ride.
Jen continued to look into the little pocket mirror. Golden hair curling up around her ears. She still couldn't wrap her mind around it.