Momentarily calm, Meera looked herself over in the mirror once more. She still looked mostly like herself: slender, boy-ish figure, long, wavy black hair around an oval face with her decently plump lips (she'd always loved her lips) and slightly too-long nose. Her nails were definitely darker and pointier than they had been yesterday, and rough patches had formed on her fingertips and at the top of her palms. She reached up and parted her hair, revealing a shockingly-golden floppy dog-ear where her human-ear should have been. The fur, while a totally different hue from her own hair, matched the fur on her new tail perfectly. Reaching around and taking the new appendage in her hands, Meera studied it closely, marveling at the sensation of feeling her own touch on an entirely foreign body part. Dropping it, her tail fell back into place behind her, and she realized that with a little thought, she could wag it back and forth, the long hairs caressing the backs of her legs.
*Something* had obviously happened at the party last night, but was it only her that was affected? She had a hazy memory of talking to Emily outside for a bit, but she couldn't remember what they'd talked about. And there'd been something with Kate and the refrigerator...
A soft knock startled her out of her thoughts, and she frantically grabbed for her robe hanging on the closet door as she heard Clark's voice on the other side.
"Meera? Are you okay in there?" he started to slide the door open and Meera panicked, eyes darting to the mirror and hoping her hair covered her ears enough that he wouldn't notice. Her gorgeous crush stood naked in the doorway, a slightly worried frown marring his perfect face. He rubbed his eye sleepily and stumbled into the bathroom, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss before heading to the toilet. Meera was frozen, the feel of his lips brushing hers having short-circuited her brain.
The sound of pee hitting the water in the toilet was followed by a sigh from Clark. "I woke up and you were gone, pet. Was I too rough last night?" he spoke over his shoulder as he emptied his bladder right in front of her. From What Meera could see, Clark was still completely human, so whatever it was that had changed her hadn't affected him.
"What?" Meera blurted, realizing he was actually worried he might have hurt her. "No! I mean, I'm sure I enjoyed it... I just wish I remembered more of it. I may have been a little drunker than I wanted to get." she finished softly. Sadness washed through her, mostly at the thought that she may have disappointed Clark.
He turned, joining her at the sink and quickly washing his hands. "Hey." He tilted her chin up so that she was looking him in the eye. "What's with the sad-face, Good Girl? I, for one, enjoyed every minute of last night, and I'm pretty sure you did too, even if you can't remember all of it." A tentative smile began to work its way across Meera's face at that, and Clark continued "Are you sore though? Did you need a little tender-loving-care after all that?" he lifted her smoothly, setting her on the counter.
Luckily, Meera felt her tail shift to the side of her hip, still hidden in the folds of her robe. Clark was parting the bottom, exposing her thighs and the still-sticky juncture between them.
"Oh pet," he murmured, trailing a finger over the dried patches. "Let me clean that up for you."