The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. By lunch, Jennifer had sprouted a tail. By fourth class, she was barefoot since her shoes would no longer fit her. By the end of class, she could barely see her skin under the fur her body hair had become. As the final bell rang, Jennifer sat poking her new muzzle in the girl's bathroom. And yet, nobody said anything about it.
They didn't have to, though. The boys weren't paying attention to her. The curse might have been powerful enough to make them think this was normal for her, but it wasn't powerful enough to make them completely oblivious to it.
She was in danger of losing her position, and losing her reputation and popularity as one of the most beautiful girls in the school. It was Kyle's fault, and she had to do something about it.
Her sinuses felt like someone had shoved a balloon up her nose and started inflating it, her head couldn't make up its mind as to whether it wanted to explode or float away, and she ached all over. Her fur itched under her clothes, but she couldn't do anytihng about it until she got gome and took them off. And to top it all off, she was really starting to get horny.
As she sat, thinking about the curse upon her and her miserable day, the pieces fell together into a wonderful idea for revenge. She started asking around to find out where Kyle lived. A couple of people gave her winking glances, a few expressed suprise, and one asked if Jennifer was getting paid, but finally she managed to get directions.