"So, tell me all about yourself," Amanda said. "I heard you're quite popular in school."
"Um... yeah, I guess."
Stacy couldn't focus on a word Amanda was saying. Her legs felt oddly itchy, like they were rubbing up against a fuzzy blanket. The feeling started near her knees, but soon spread all over, from her ankles to the top of her legs.
Looking down at her leggings, she could see they were oddly lumpy, like they were pressing down on clumps of quick-growing hair.
"Exuse me a second, Amanada. I'm going to run to the washroom." Stacy said. She needed to figure out what was going on.
As soon as she stood up, she heard a ripping sound. Looking down in horror at the tear in her pants, she saw that her legs were covered in long, thick yellow-gold hair. It looked like she had never shaved a day in her life.
It was almost like... fur?
"What the hell?" Stacy muttered, her heart pounding. She needed to get out of here, as quickly as possible. She started towards the door, when she heard Amanda's soft, but commanding voice.
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