As Jennifer stood there, staring at herself, Sarah MacMillan walked into the girls' room. She was a cat-girl now, her fur a tawny yellow that matched her blonde hair nicely. Like Jennifer, her hands and feet were more animal-like, her forearms and shins covered in fur.
Unlike Jennifer, of course, she was a knock-out, just as she'd always been. The cat-girl aspect only accentuated that - while she'd always acted sexy before, she now moved with a feline slink that would put Catwoman from Batman to shame.
And unfortunately, she was just as much of a jerk as she'd always been. Seeing Jennifer staring at herself, she sneered. "You don't make 'em bigger by staring at 'em," she taunted. "The only way to do that is out of your price range, that's for sure."
Jennifer, startled out of her trancelike state, sputtered, searching for a good retort, but Sarah continued before she could think of anything. "Of course," she said, pausing at a stall door, "even if you did get implants, you'd have to have a better figure than that to pull it off." She slipped into the stall and shut the door. Jennifer took the opportunity to leave the bathroom, feeling a little hurt.
Why did it hurt? she wondered. She'd withstood Sarah's cruelty before. On the other hand, as a guy, the worst Jon had got from Sarah had been exclamations of "nerd!" and disparaging comments about his athletic ability, neither of which really bothered him - he was a nerd, and he didn't really care about sports in the first place. Having someone make fun of your looks, on the other hand, kind of hurt even when the insults were baseless - Jennifer knew her figure was fine, even if she wasn't as curvy as Sarah, and though her breasts were on the smaller side of average, they were just right for her small frame. Despite Sarah's insults, Jennifer was really quite happy with her looks - wait, had she really just thought that? No, she tried to reassure herself, I was just thinking that the girl in the mirror was reasonably good-looking. Er, no, what I meant was that this body is good because it won't draw too much attention from the boys...er...gah, this is confusing!
Trying not to think about it any more, Jennifer turned her thoughts to why Sarah had even deigned to insult her. Sure, as Jon she'd endured the occasional cruel remark, but not merely when their paths had crossed - it had always been when they'd been forced to interact. In the bathroom, on the other hand, Sarah could easily have ignored Jennifer's very existence but didn't. Why? Jennifer supposed that, now that she was a girl, she was part of whatever female pecking order the school had, of which Sarah was undoubtedly at the top. Putdowns like the one she'd just received would be Sarah's means of ensuring her place at the top and gauging potential threats. Which meant that this was probably going to happen on a semi-regular basis.
A heat cycle that made her more receptive to attention from the opposite sex, confusing thoughts that likely meant she was thinking more like a girl, and now the prospect of continued verbal abuse from the Bitch Queen of the school...as far as Jennifer was concerned, this month couldn'tend fast enough.
