Lucas having drawn out the general shape of his brother, grabs a pair of crayons, orange, and black, and begins filling in the blank spaces...
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I begin packing up the leftovers of our dinner, to toss into the refrigerator. If Lucas wants some food, I'll warm it up for him then. As I do, I feel a wave of tingling spread across my body. Its as if a chill breeze only I could feel cut right thru me.
"brrrrr" I shutter, "what was that?" I look around myself, searching for the source of that strange breed. Nothing around me seems to have caused it...
looking around, I notice my arm seems to have developed a strange pattern on it. Stripes, to be exact.
"what the?" I look closer at my arm. the stripes seems to be forming from the hairs on my skin. Distinctly, some of my arm hairs are a dark distinct black, and the others, a light (orange-ish?) brown. Even stranger, as I look on, I can see, I can feel, new hairs popping from underneath my skin filling out until my forearm is covered in a thin peachy layer of... not quite hair. I brush my fingers thru in, and it feels softer than arm hair usually is. I can't quite focus on that, as I realize my other arm is having the exact same hair-spurt.
I jolt as my senses fully articulate whats happening to me. my whole body feels a rush with this slightly prickly, tingly sensation. I feel hundreds on tiny hairs, sprouting in near unison across my body, pressing up against my clothes. I quickly run to my bathroom, and pull off my shirt, revealing, indeed, a nice soft coat of... well, fur.
the growth seems, for the moment, to have stooped, as I collect and examine myself. the fur doesn't seem to be very even. on my belly and chest, its at its lightest, the skin still visible. My palms seem to be completely spared, for the moment, at least. and my face... what peach fuzz I had has merged with the new fur coat I'm sporting. my dusty brown hair has brighten for the most part, but obtained some noticeable stripes, and is softer too. Now, its more of an extra fluffy patch of fur vaguely in the shape of my hair cut. Like my torso, my face area is generally free of excessive hair, and the skin still visible. the sides of my face noticeable hold parallel stripes across your cheeks.
Having absorbed as much of it as I can take, I put your shirt back on. Its a bit itchy, as are my pants, but I'll be damned if I'm going to strip in my family's little guest restroom. no, I'll have to make it back up to my room before I figure out my next move.
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"there" Lucas says, enthusiastically to himself. he's finished filling in the picture he made, with orange and black stripes, and is now looking into what his next step should be.
In a flash of inspiration, only known to those who are 6, he decides to add...