Jen arrived at the bus stop just in time for the bus. While she walked on and took her seat, she noticed some boys on the bus watching her feet closely, but brushed it aside as nothing.
When she arrived at school she noticed a faint tingling in her hands and more boys staring at her feet, but she needed to get her textbooks out of her locker and didn't have much time before her first class started, so she hurried busily on her tasks.
She felt a mild tingling in her hands and found it a bit odd while she was turning the combination lock that her thumb seemed unresponsive at times, and her fingers even seemed to have no grip, causing her hand to slip off the number knob a few times. She finally got the locker open and reached in to take out the textbooks she'd need for the next couple classes, since it'd be a couple hours before she'd be back in this side of the school again. Getting more concerned about her seeming lack of grip, she gradually pulled the textbooks out, and though she ed to grab them, they fell to the floor with a loud bang. Her cheeks red, she looked around with embarrassment but either no one seemed to notice her predicament or they were staring at her feet liked the guys suddenly seemed to want to do today; so glancing back down at her books, she reached down with her hand to pick them up, only to notice the same lack of grip. Eventually she had to settle on using both hands to pick up each book and finally managed to get them into her bag. 'What the heck is going on?' she thought. 'Could this have something to do with that weirdo Kyle and his curse?' Not having time to think though, she hurried to her first class and arrived at her seat just in time for the bell.
Now that she was in class, she had time to notice things more, like some of the boys in the class who were actually looking at her hands now 'At least they're not staring at my feet for a change, weirdos. What's so much of interest though?' First she glanced at her feet, and she felt in herself a growing urge to touch them, so reached down and felt an intense pleasure she couldn't explain; she also felt the vibration in her hands increase, as if touching her feet did something special. She brought her hands back up to view them, and curiously, she thought that her fingers appeared a little shorter; what's more her thumbs seemed to have moved up towards her fingers somehow. She also felt her palms were harder than they should be.
She felt another urge to touch her feet, so this time she lifted her foot up to her lap and started squeezing it and stroking it with her hands. The pleasure she felt coming from her brain was immense; she couldn't believe it, that anything felt this good outside of anything directly sexual. She also felt a big surge in the vibrations of her hands again, and noticed them changing before her very eyes this time. They lengthened as her fingers shortened, thumbs continuing to migrate up, palms fattening with hard bones inside. Eventually she had a sick understanding of why they were staring at her hands, since they now weren't hands anymore, rather they now looked like exact duplicates of the feet she had at the ends of her legs, red nail polish and all, including a 2nd pair of her black flip flops. She screamed.
The teacher spoke up, "Jennifer, I don't appreciate goofing off in class, or disrupting. You've spent most of the class not paying attention, and you know my policy on taking notes, and despite the condition you have, you've had that for a long time now, and you should be well used to writing again, so you have no excuse."
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Jennifer sheepishly reached into her backpack with her left forefoot and drew out a piece of paper and pencil, problems temporarily forgotten with the reproach she'd gotten from the teacher.