I made a took a deep breath and ran.
I didn't know if it was the right course; hell, I didn't even know what was happening, but somehow it felt like what I should do. As I ran I began rationalizing this
impulsive move to myself. After all, if I had claws sticking out of my hand, chances are I wasn't fit for polite company.
Moonlight filtered through the treetops as I fled the parking lot. Everything was a blur, leaves whizzing past my face. I could feel the slash marks in my side sting as
I breathed heavily, but I didn't stop.
And then I did.
Rather abruptly.
I had caught my ankle on a stray root. It completely knocked the wind out of me. I coughed at the dust raised as the ground came up suddenly. I was floored.
It was quite painful, and I scrabbled to right myself, finally catching my breath. My hands clutched in front of me, and I noticed something. Whatever this was that
was happening, it hadn't stopped. My fingers were still tipped with the strange sharp claws, and from the looks of it, my hands, and the rest of my arms, were
starting to follow suit. Tiny hairs pushed their way out of my arms, sprouting. Deep brown, like that on my head, thicker than they should be. As more grew, they
formed a downy brownish fuzz.
I sat up finally, moving over to sit upon a large rock. The somewhat bestial appearance of my arms disturbed me, as well as the fact that my clothes were feeling
even tighter than when I had put them on. My smelly old t-shirt clung tightly to my sweaty form, and the seams on the jeans were straining, I could tell. What's more
was my teeth. I'd forgotten about them while running, but they too had progressed in their changes. My tongue was greeted by the feel of four still growing canine
fangs. Yes, fangs. My
hair was mussed terribly, hanging in my face, so I brushed it behind my ears only to find yet another odd thing. They were growing as well, becoming pointed and
growing hair on the tips. beneath them, a slight downy growth of hair had begun on my cheeks as well.
This was wierd. Completely major-league wierd. However, I'll be damned if it didn't feel pretty good.
My sandals were entirely too tight, and I heard a ripping sound. The fronts of the socks burst open rather suddenly, and gnarled hairy feet that looked almost like
paws grew out of them, I heard bones cracking as they extended. My legs were longer than my pants legs now, and covered in another sparse growth of hair, like
that on my arms. Before my very eyes I saw the hair thickening, and I could tell that it was becoming something more than these scant growths, it was becoming
fur. My hands, sporting leathery pads upon the palms worriedly stroked my cheeks as the hair there lengthened into long tufts of fur.