How was she going to get out of this? And she still had to go to school. Or maybe she could just run?
Jen considered her options before reluctantly heading to her first class. Given that she couldn't see any way to overcome or reverse the curse, and her being psychically unable to pass the curse on, she opted to pretend that things were normal, at least for the short-term.
Jen's first class was history, which she always considered very boring. She walked into the classroom, her thighs making slight squeaks which she imagined that everyone could hear. "You're late, Miss Smith," came a deep, male voice from the front of the classroom. The voice belonged to Jen's teacher, Mr. Gordon, who turned from his chalkboard writing and was now glaring at Jen like a disapproving father.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gordon. I missed the bus this morning." The first thing that came to Jen's mind was basically the truth, except for the fact that she'd arrived early and spent about 15 minutes fingering her new latex sex and trying to figure out what she was going to do. The teacher turned back to his chalkboard, and Jen squeaked her way, quickly, to her desk. Jen gave slight attention to the lecture, with most of her attention on her own body. The changes seemed to be spreading slowly. Without being too obvious, Jen could tell that her thighs had taken on the same latex covering, though they still had the mass of her normal, flesh and blood body. When the bell rang, Jen rose shakily. Her left foot had fallen asleep, and she almost toppled over when she tired to stand.
Jen was among the last students to exit the classroom when Mr. Gordon's voice stopped her in her tracks. "One moment, Miss Smith." Jen turned to her teacher, who was sitting in his chair, gesturing for Jen to sit in the closest desk. The squeaking had gotten so loud that Jen was certain her teacher had heard it, though it was easily dismissed as the sound of sneakers on tile. "Miss Smith," he said, "This is your third tardy in a month." Jen started to protest, but a look into Gordon's face told her that he was in no mood for excuses. "I'm sorry to say it, Miss Smith, but you'll be joining me in detention at the end of the day to make up for the time you missed. You may go to your next class, we'll talk later." Jen rose with slumped shoulders and walked into the hallway.