John kept staring at his reflection, unable to grasp what he just discovered. He turned around in front of the mirror, taking in his changes. His torso was coated in a light layer of hair, with thicker patches on his shoulders and upper chest.
"What the hell!?" he yelled at the glass again. "This is impossible. This is crazy. Thith ith wrong."
Wait, why was he slurring his words?
John opened his mouth and he found to his horror that the front teeth in lower jaw were beginning to lengthen, forming into what appeared to be small tusks. He moved his hand up to confirm that the tusks were a part of his mouth now. John received another shock were he saw that his nails had become sharper.
"This can't be happening!" he screamed futilely.
Lacking any real goal now, John ran to the bathroom, more to see his changes in a larger mirror than for any other reason. He leaned over the sink in time to notice that his ears had become pointed, almost lupine.
John began to cry, unable to stop the transformation that was now ruining his body and life. He stared down at his clawed hands, watching the tears dripping onto the counter.
"I have to get a grip," he thought to himself.
He finally raised his head and looked at himself again. John had to resist another breakdown when he saw his face. His nose had become upturned, almost piglike. His brow now sloped, giving his face a primal cast. Lastly, his irises had turned red. Not the red from the crying fit, but an unnatural color.
The change, apparently, wasn't complete yet. John kept staring at his bestial face until a wracking pain hit his body. He doubled over as every muscle seized up at once. John fell into a fetal position, crying out as his body assaulted itself with this horrible pain.
Minutes passed, though they seemed like hours to the man on the floor. Before he could black out, though, the pain ceased as suddenly as it had arrived. John slowly sat up, hearing his pants tear with each movement. He mustered his strength enough to stand up and take one last look in the mirror.
John was emotionally drained from everything he just experienced. He could only stare blankly at the creature in the mirror. He had grown another foot in height, but his skin was now a gray-green color. And he was now powerfully muscled, like he had been doing heavy labor all his life.
John kept staring at what he had become until a knock at his door broke him out of his stupor.