Your hands...

You look down at your hands and scream, for where there used to be soft, white flesh, there is now tan fur. Your hands have turned into paws.you quickly look at the rest of yourself. You have no ears... at least not in the usual sense of the word. they are near the top of your head, pointed as anything. your legs feel straight,but when you look at them, they are slightly tilted. "Oh god..." you think. you can't take it anymore. Not now. you sit down on a couch, your tail yelping in disdain. you cry, matting your fur and staining your blue dress. "why?" you yell. "Why me? Why today?" Just then, the door opens.

Written by The savior.

It's a cat, carrying a scroll
It's a young girl

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