Being unable to hate what was happening to her...and others around the world, Jen gave a heavy sigh, and seemed to resign herself to her fate. "Fine...I'll....keep a log, or diary. Just....tell me when there's even a slight chance this can be fixed, please!" The Doctor nodded and started setting up weekly appointments wit Jen, getting her anything she needed in order to make the whole process as comfortable as possible.
Her mother was almost in tears on the way home, after hearing about Jen's condition, promising to do whatever she could for her little girl. Being the teenager she was though, the first thing Jen did was lock herself in her room...and start crying on her bed. After having fallen asleep again, she noticed a wet spot on the bed near her mouth, which also brought attention to the now dried spot on her pillow. "Ugh...I'm gonna need a mask or something if this keeps up.....and what am I gonna do for school? for the cheer squad?!" Dark thoughts of them laughing at their new 'mascot' came to mind, which set her off for another small session of tears.
Later on in the day, Jennifer decided to start the diary, thinking it might help take her mind off the less friendly places it had been.
After scratching a couple new spots, and getting a strangely...pleasant feeling from rubbing her neck, she started writing.
"Dear Diary.....no, that's lame....even though this is supposed to be more personal than anything. Anyway, My name is Jennifer Smith, I'm an eighteen year old senior in high school....and I have C.D.S. CDS is a new disease that no one knows anything about, aside from their imagination, and it stands for Congenital Dickhead Syndrome....you can probably guess why. My Doctor asked that I start writing my changes down, so it might help development of a cure...or something....at least I'm hoping it's a cure. Also...I don't know how personal I should get. I mean...I should write everything, right? for science and junk? But..."
Jen started looking down again, before she shook herself out of it and continued writing. "Right....anyway, I guess I should put down what's already different. So far, I've been coughing lightly....it feels like there's constantly something clogging my throat. I've got really itchy spots along my chest and shoulders....sometimes my neck as well. If that wasn't enough, it seems like every itchy spot is a....hair growing in. I've taken to plucking them but...there might be too much to handle soon. My neck seems much thicker than it used to be, having a bit more give when I put a finger to it....not only that, but just today, the skin seems to be bunching up....I really hope that's not what I think it is. I guess the last thing for today is that...I've....well....been coughing up a clear fluid. It doesn't smell or anything, it's just....clear. That's all for now, I'll put more in as it happens."