Jen dropped off some books at her locker then went to her first class. Her heart was racing the entire time, but nobody seemed to notice her change. She didn’t want extra legs but was glad for the “everyone will think you’re normal” disclaimer. Unfortunately, those aspirations for normalcy were cut short as she stepped into the classroom. Instead of her usual desk, there were two chairs pushed together behind a small table. She hesitated, then maneuvered her two bottoms into the chairs. After her wardrobe multiplied, she half expected one of the desk-chairs to be modified as well.
As she thought about her condition, Suzy asked. “Hey Jen, did you finish last night’s homework?”
Jen grumbled, “Which answer do you need?”
Suzy was one of her best friends and that question was so routine that everything seemed fine for a moment.
“Oh, I had some trouble with 5 and 13,” Suzy added.
Jen pulled her homework from her backpack and handed it over. Suzy managed to jot down the answers just as their instructor asked them to pass their work forward. She gathered papers from a few students behind her then handed the stack to Jen. Jen touched Suzy’s hand in the process. She passed them on to the person sitting ahead of her then realized what had happened. She remembered her sister’s two heads and quickly turned to see if Suzy had changed as well. She was relieved to see that Suzy looked the same. Jen stared, expecting her to change any moment, but there was nothing.
“What’s the matter Jen?” Suzy asked after she noticed her gaze.
“N... Nothing...” Jen stuttered as she turned away.
She didn’t really understand it. Her hand definitely brushed against Suzy’s skin. Could it only be spread once? Her sister changed but mom looked fine.
Jen let out a sigh of relief and turned her focus to the notes that their instructor had begun to write on the board. She pulled out her notepad and caught up. She occasionally glanced around to room to see if anyone was gawking at her four legs. As far as she could tell, nobody cared. The legs were surprising on their own, but something else was stealing her attention. As she looked around she couldn’t help noticing some of the girls. She kept catching herself looking at their breasts and legs.
She looked back towards the front of the room. Their instructor was a younger woman, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties. Her cloths were modest enough, but Jen couldn’t help imagining her figure under the tight suit jacket.
After a few dirty thoughts, she realized that girls were turning her on. In an attempt to ignore the urges, she focused on her notepad. Taking notes was mundane and time consuming; it distracted her well enough...