Shaking her head as she put the phone down, Jennifer turned to her closet and started to pull out some clothes. “Such a loser,” she muttered under her breath. “I'm going to have to get someone to teach him a lesson again, I think, if he thinks he can just call me here at home with something so stupid.”
Eventually picking out an outfit, she started to put it on when she heard a ripping sound. She blinked, and looked down at the shirt she'd been about to pull over her head. Several holes that hadn't been there before were there now, and...she slowly pulled it down, and looked at her hands. Her eyes went wide as she saw her fingernails darkening, extending, forming into thick, blunt claws. Her fingers were getting thicker, too, as well as shorter, as fur started to grow out of them. Her palms were forming into pads, growing rough and thick. “What...that...it's really happening?!” Jennifer gasped as she looked at herself.
Her legs started to tingle, and she felt discomfort in them as her bones started to shift, audibly cracking as her feet shifted and extended, her heels coming off of the ground and forcing her to stand on tip-toe. Slowly her feet became more animalistic, and the joints in her legs followed suit, reversing direction and becoming...what did Kyle call it? Digitigrade? Yes, that was it. They were becoming digitigrade. Like an animal.
The changes spread all over her body as a tail sprouted, a curly dog tail, and was instantly covered in fur. Her stomach and chest felt heavy, and she stared as breasts sprouted. Nipples were the first sign, six extra ones that grew in and started pushing out as the breasts themselves formed. Already she could see little white spots on the tips, and feel them grow heavy with milk. “Oh god, oh god, please no,” she whispered, trying in vain to deny the transformations as they continued, despite her wishes that they would stop.
It wasn't long before they were completely done. Whatever clothes she had been wearing were now useless. Her bra was soaked with milk, and her panties had ripped when her tail had come in. As a result she could see her new sex, a y-shaped canine pussy instead of her own normal one. She blushed a bit as she looked at it, a dark part of her mind wondering how it felt, but she dismissed that. “How could...that curse...” Jennifer just stared. “The curse is real?” she whispered to herself.
Before she could get used to it, her bedroom door opened, and her sister walked in. “Jenny?” her sister said with a blink of surprise. “What are you doing in my room?” she asked.