So after that, Carlos and I just went to bed, deciding to just deal with it in the morning. We ended up sleeping until around noon, but whatever, we got dressed, went out the door, and I took him to the alley where I met the Old Crone.
Carlos was like “Now let me get this straight. You’re telling me that there’s a witch who lives in a dumpster around this alley?”
“One hundred percent,” I nodded, “She called herself The Old Crone, and she said that I am going to be a full on rat sooner or later.”
“Bro, you sure?” Carlos asked me, “I’ve cut through this alley for years, and there was never a dumpster back here, let alone one with a door on the side. I mean, I’m inclined to believe you a little bit after seeing you sprout boobs last night, but like… like… Yeah, that’s a dumpster. What’s it doing here?”
There was the dumpster, just like yesterday. I glanced right at Carlos as I knocked on the door.
“Hark! A knock knock?” I could hear the Crone through the door, “Fine fine! I’m coming! Keep keep your tail on!” The Crone opened the door, still dressed in the cloak, rodent-y nose pointing straight up at me. “What?! You’re back back? And still still you haven’t finished developing? Very very impatient you are, pinkie!” She turned to look at Carlos, seemingly with a marked level of incredulousness. “And what what is this? A a human?! Why why did you bring a human here?!”
“Carlos, this is the Old Crone,” I introduced, “I suspect she’s the reason I’m turning into a rat.”
“You serious?” Carlos exclaimed, “What’s your beef with Jordan, lady!”
“Beef?” The Crone balked, “No no no NO! I have have no beef with Jordan! She’s just just Coming into her own as a rat! That’s that’s all!”
“What do you mean ‘coming into my own,’ you old bat?” I seethed.
“RAT! I I correct you, I’m a rat!” The Crone pointed a bony, ratty finger at me, “It’s it’s none of my involvement, let let me assure you! You’re still still too tall and skinny, and and your face is still human! Your your penis doesn’t even have a sheath yet! Come back back when you finish your puberty, Jordan, and not not a moment sooner!” She wheeled around to glare at Carlos through her hood again. “And you, human! Never never never tell anyone about this place! Unless you you put babies in Jordan’s belly, keep keep out! Now good good day!” With a swish of her tail, she slammed the door, and loudly started watching TV.
We just decided to forget about it for now, and just went home to play more Bravo Company. Late that night I changed again, right around 12pm like clockwork. This time, the fur covered by boobs up to the nipples, and my arms up to the wrists, stopping short of my neck. The extra fur was nothing new, and more so just expected at this point. What actually happened was that…