The girls kept walking by us, luckily. Either scared, weirded out, or laughing their asses off. I couldn’t tell. The kids continued ordering me around like some pet, but as I was performing their strange commands, something felt off.
Some fine, thin hairs grew on my body. I felt them tingle in the wind, as I started chasing another stick. And weirdly enough, I started playing into this freakish roleplay. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth as I ran. It seemed longer than usual, and it was hard to keep in.
After I finally got the stick back to the kids, I was breathing pretty heavily. And my tongue was still hanging out— wait, was I panting?!
I wanted to panic, but something kept me from doing so. Some sort of hold on my mind, that wouldn’t let me stop these behaviors. It was hard to focus, since my thoughts kept going to the kids who had...