They were silent walking back to the room, Keith occasionally glancing at Mike. What had tempted him to dye his hair? And that weird reaction. It even looked like there was blonde hair on Mike’s ears.
Back in the dorm, Mike had some trouble opening the containers. His fingers weren’t cooperating, and his arms felt sort of stiff. “Keith, could you open this thing for me? I don’t know what my problem is.” He looked at Mike oddly but walked over and opened them. Keith bent over at the table and snapped open the food, and Mike found himself sniffing the seat of his pants. He was slightly turned on. He shook his head and stood up, really weirded out. Thank God his roommate didn’t notice. Mike uttered some quick thanks and the two ate at their desk, backs to each other.
Mike threw off his shirt, it was feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t notice that thick blonde hairs were hanging off of his skinny chest, and some had sprouted on his shoulders and back. All he focused on was his dinner, it smelled wonderful. He put his hands on the desk, with the food in between the two and then stuck his face into the food and started eating. His sharpening teeth made quick work of it, and he licked his darkening lips when he was done. Keith heard that he was eating like a pig, but just wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.
Glad to have some food in him, Mike stood up and found it a bit hard to keep his balance. He looks in the mirror above his desk and his eyes widen as he sees himself. His hair really is blonde, but it’s not as close cut, as it was earlier in the day. The tops of his ears had flopped over and were covered in the same blonde hair as his head. The tip of his nose and nostrils had darkened, and it was wet. His lips seemed thinner and black, and Mike opened his mouth to see sharp fangs which made his eating so easy. As he opened his mouth, his long, flat tongue rolled out as he started to pant and drool a bit. He put a hand against the wall to hold himself up, but the wall feels different, almost duller. He looks over, and sees that not only is the hair growing on his arms, but his nails have darkened and there are pads on his palms!
Mike whimpers, sounding more like a golden retriever, despite the lack of significant change to his body. He panics, why am I turning into a dog? It’s stopped hasn’t it?