It's been six months since that faithful trip. Molly said she never wants to see another carnival as long as she lives. I don't want to either.
First thing we did after that night was to go straight to the doctors. She regained consciousness went we pulled into the hospital parking lot. I don't know where my head was, I should have called an ambulance instead of taking her there myself. I guess I was panicking. I can't imagine what it was like for Molly. Molly cried quietly the entire time that we sat in the waiting room, they didn't consider it a real emergency as Molly wasn't showing any symptoms of being injected with any kind of drug. We insisted on blood tests and anything our HMO would provide.
Everything turned up negative.
Negative my ass, it was a few weeks later. We were back into the routine of things, I would go to work and she would go to the community college for her business classes. Everything was falling back into place. But things started to seem off. I noticed she was getting dark rings around her eyes. I assumed it was from lack of sleep, but it was more than that. She's been distant from me.
It wasn't until I noticed he nose starting to look like it was bruised one day. I asked he about it and she broke down and started crying. She pulled up her pant leg and revealed slight tan hairs. Molly confessed that she has been noticing changes with her body and trying to hide them, hoping they would go away.
We held each other close all night that night.
After about a week or so after that, she decided not to go back to the community college, and honestly, I don't blame her. A small nub has started to form at the base of he spine and her normally tight fitting clothes were starting to become looser on her.
None of this happened really fast, it was all very gradual. Every so often we would notice something else a little changed. A little more hair on her body, her fingers getting coated in a dark fur as well as her toes, her ears a little larger and drooping towards the back, her nose pulling a little bit more away from her face and getting darker and her (for lack of a better work) tail getting longer and thicker as each spinal disk forming in her new appendage. Along with all of this, she was getting shorter, we were about the size height originally, she was maybe an inch or so shorter than me, but now it was much more noticeable. Over the course of the six months, she was about 4 feet tall coming up to my chest. She's very sensitive about all of it, I still tell her she is beautiful.
We aren't even sure if this will be the end of it. At this point she looks like a large meerkat girl fur covering her whole body, at least she has kept her beautiful blond hair. We both really hope that the end is soon, we aren't sure how far she will go. Everyday we think it's about over and we notice another half an inch of height stolen or more fur grown in.
Several things have changed around the house too. I got us new dining room chairs so that she can sit comfortably without having her tail bunched up. A tail, god, I can't even imagine what it must be like. Every so often I will go out and get her some new clothes to fit her smaller frame, we will alter the pants for her thick tail as well. Not that she really even needs to wear pants anymore. She doesn't go outside anymore. But I understand, she doesn't want to give into the animal side. I feel awful for her, but there really is nothing we can do.
Now here we are, sitting on the couch, trying to have an evening like a normal couple. We rented a few movies and had a light dinner, she's still eating, but just not as much as she used to. We both just wish things would be simple again before all of this happened.
I noticed she wasn't really into the movie we were watching, and neither was I. Something had to be done, this sitting around waiting for the doctors to stop twiddling their thumbs had to end. I cut off the TV, and we have a talk instead.