Fast forwarding six months later after that day, I sat in my parked car and pulled my wallet out from my pocket. I flipped it open and pulled out a picture of myself and Molly before she was transformed. I was taken by the woman in the photograph, standing about 5'8" compared to me at 6'1", with her long dark blonde and brown hair, a loving personality, and the cutest smile I had ever seen. I sighed and placed the folded photo back in the wallet before I exited the car and looked around before heading into the apartment.
"I'm home!" I shouted. "Be right down!" Three muffled voices came from the stairway. But not wanting to wait, anxious to see Molly, I kicked off my shoes and ambled up the staircase. Just as I made it to the top, she opened the bathroom door. We looked at each other for a moment before we hugged. I didn't care that she was now standing at 5'9, or that she has dark gray fur over her body, or padded hands and feet, or even her tail. I even didn't care that she has three identical heads on her shoulders. I was just glad to be with her, all three of her.
"I missed you Molly." I said. "We missed you too Nate." Molly's three heads looked up at me, and I stared down into their hazel eyes. "So, how was your day?" I asked. "Oh, the usual," one of Molly's heads said. "That boring, huh?" Three heads nodded with a mutual giggle, each having become her own person while still the Molly that I fell in love despite the fact of myself practically dating a set of triplets instead of one conventional person.