So you waited in the smelly room. You stood quite for a moment, thinking over your situation. This would be your life now. A life of animal instinct, disputing primal things and thoughts. You shudder, reaching downwards absentmindedly to scratch. You catch yourself, and sigh. This wasn’t going to be easy.
You, regrettably, sit yourself down on the mattress. It was better than sitting on the cold floorboards. You lean back, pushing back the growing burn of an itch. You crinkle your nose at the absolute stench of the mattress. It was in a similar sate as the loincloth. Stained with god knows what filth. You lean back and groan as again the urges curled over you.
“Just try and sleep,” you tell yourself.
You lean back and close your eyes for a good half hour, fighting the urge to scratch over and over. The feeling had not just remained where the loincloth touched your skin, but it had spread towards your navel. Just above the loincloth.
“Should I do it?” You think, eyes still closed. “I mean, it’s technically not in the loincloth...” You slowly, still not bothering to open you eyes as after all, the mattress had grown rather comfortable and the smell felt strangely soothing, scratched your navel. It was here you froze, and finally opened your eyes. You felt, hair. You sat up and looked down. There it was. Hair had begun to grow up and out from the loincloth and trickle slightly up your navel.
“Oh no, “ you exclaimed.
You fumbled over onto your feet and examined yourself. The hairs was dark and spinning. Not only that, all leg hair on your upper thigh hard darker into a deep black.
“Oh,no,no,” you cry