The first person Jenny noticed was her dad, who was sitting in his chair reading the paper, same as normal. He didn't seem to be changed at all, despite his daughter's body being so freakish. He looked up and asked, "So how was school today."
Jenny muttered, "I don't really want to talk about it," and tried to head up to her room.
"Now hold on," interrupted her father. "Your mom got a call earlier that you weren't wearing a skirt to school today?"
Jenny ignored him and headed up to her room, taking off her lent skirt as soon as she got in there. Taking a leak and looking for a skirt of her own to put on, she was dreading tonight's dinner conversation...
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"Jennifer, we've talked about this. You can't just flash everyone at school, what kind of respectable woman does that?"
Jenny shrugged flippantly as she ate. She wasn't actually sitting at the table with her parents, since it would've been too high to see over; instead, her plate was set on a shorter table, while her chair had the same kind of bucket-holder as her desks at school.
"Answer me, Jennifer," her mom insisted.
"...Not much different from showing my pussy, is it?"
"Jennifer, those are not even remotely the same thing!"
Jenny wasn't even sure how this was justified in everyone's minds, but something in the back of her mind insisted that she not question it. She briefly wondered whether this was a side effect of the fortune cookies, to keep her from tearing apart this new reality, but then her father interrupted with, "And what about your homework, young lady? You've apparently been slacking off on that while we've been gone."
"I, um..." Jenny wasn't sure how to answer. "I just... haven't been able to focus. It's not easy, you know... like this? Always having to pee and aim it?"
"Jennifer, we're at the table, don't bring that up!"
"I'm peeing in front of you two right now!"
"That's different!"
Jenny grumbled. Again, something in the back of her mind was practically preventing her from questioning this inconsistency any further.
"Look," said her dad, "we all have off-days... or off-weeks... alright? It's entirely possible for you to make this up next week Alright?"
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"Alright, Jennifer?"
"Alright, alright already," she mumbled.
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Jenny woke up relatively early the next morning, since her parents were around to repeat that stupidly old "early bird" phrase until she got out of bed. She make sure to eat some breakfast before going back upstairs to pick her fourth cookie...