Lucas remained downstairs, admiring his picture so far, and wondering what to do next. He nonchalantly picked the pink crayon, and drew a small squiggly line just above the stickman's buttocks. Lucas let out a lonesome giggle, as he wondered what he could do next. He imagined himself drawing his brother as a pig, and that idea made Lucas giggle even more.
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I walked up the stairs, and opened the door to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, and just stood there for a while, looking at myself. Eventually, I decided to brush my teeth. As I reached over to the cabinet that was an arm's length away, however, I felt a strange, tugging feeling coming from my backside.
I took my hand away from the cabinet for a moment, reaching instead around my back to feel what was going on back there. I adjusted my trousers and felt just above my butt crack, and there it was- I felt a rubbery, twisty piece of appendage that wasn't supposed to be there. My eyes widened in horror as I felt a pig's tail growing out of me. I held it tightly and tugged to make sure that it was a part of me- But surely enough, it was. I flicked it, and tried to wiggle it. I turned around, and awkwardly attempted to see it for myself. I could see it through the mirror.
I suddenly became worried. Am I turning into a pig? And, if I am, then what part of me is going to go next?