Jen stepped out of the bathroom, still trying to fully grasp what was happening to her, and knowing full well how to fix that. She also knew that in her little town, where almost all the guys, and girls for that matter, are as shallow as saucer of milk, the the solution just wasn't within grasp. She wondered, knowing the futility of it, if there would be another solution, or if she was stuck like this. Kyle had pretty much stepped on every single other possibility she could think of, and, moreover, had even managed to drag her friends and team mates into his little curse.
She found Lisa on the sofa, her nose buried deep into a book on modern farming and the proper use of hormones. Typical of her, Jennifer thought. She realizes that the hormones are having an effect and she's got fill her brain with every possible peice of trivia.
"What happened to waiting for a doctor's opinion?" Jen joked. She took a seat next to her friend, whose eyebrows, somehow slightly thicker, were furrowed in deep concentration.
"I'm not trying to play doctor," Lisa retorted, "I'm just trying to learn as much about these hormones as possible. I don't want to be completely clueless while I wait for the appointment." Lisa leaned into Jennifer's ear. "Mom's panicked, so don't get hysterical on her."
Jennifer nodded. If there was one thing Lisa's mom was good at, it was panicking. For as level-headed and in control as Lisa was, her mother was prone to a response more like Jennifer. Jennifer secretly admired Lisa's mom, though. Unlike her own mother, Lisa's mom seemed to genuinely care about her daugher, and even about herself. Jen knew that even if the entire cheerleading squad wound up looking like wookies, Lisa's mom would still be their support, emotionally, financially, etc. Her own mother would probably grow ashamed of her.
"Have you learned anything?" Lisa's mother asked, stepping into the kitchen, wringing her hands. Through her worried expression, Jennifer could see her eyes carefully scrutinizing her daughter's face.
"Not a whole lot," Lisa replied. "At the very least, not a whole lot having to do with hair."
Her mother retreated into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, ready to demand an earlier appointment.