To confirm the absence of his penis, Rob dashed into the male toilet, and loosened his trousers, and pulled down his pants, and put his hand in his black boxers.
He could feel the slit where his penis used to be.
“It’s true.” He whispers to himself. “I’m turning into a monster.”
Once he washed his hands, he went back to work.
After an hour, his hands felt odd. He looked at his hands, and saw that his fingernails were now much longer, and all ended in sharp points.
That ain't right. Maybe I'm hallucinating, Rob erroneously surmised, but as he went to absentmindedly bite a nail, he discovered that it wasn't just his fingernails that were growing. Some of his teeth were now much longer and sharper too.
I don't understand. What—
But Rob never got to finish that statement, as he felt his feet hurting.
Rob looked down and gaped. He saw his toes popping out of the front of his shoes, for his toenails had gotten longer and sharper too, as his feet began to swell to much larger than their original size.
And his toes became as long as his fingers.
He just hoped nobody would see him transforming.