Marcia looked down at her hand as she dialed, and noticed it had already stopped bleeding. In fact, the cut had clotted into a straight hard seam, like a large, tough scab. Staring at it, she wondered if she had contracted some sort of infection from the mirror glass. Her entire hand was turning red, her blood feeling like fire in her veins, moving up her arm, shoulder, neck; rolling down her spine and settling deep in her gut. Staring at her hand, she watched as the rash grew deeper and deeper, eventually turning such a dark shade of red that it actually looked brown. She needed to call a doctor—something was horribly, horribly wrong.
Dialing 911 with her good hand, Marcia punched the speaker phone button and began to pace around the room trying to calm herself. “Emergency Services how can I assist---“
Marcia dropped the phone. The battery popped out and disappeared under the television stand. In the window, her wide-eyed reflection stared back at her, her jaw literally slack with wonder. Her ears were much longer than before. In fact, they were already much longer than the ears of the man in the bathroom, by at least four inches. And…they were still growing. Marcia gasped. Slowly, she raised a hand to head, quickly dropping it to her side, afraid to touch the new twitching appendages to confirm they were hers. Her ears…she was…
Looking down at her hands, the skin had begun to stiffen and turn completely brown. Marcia was frozen, unable to move, paralyzed with shock and disbelief. Could this really be happening? Could she really be turning into… an animal? Was that even possible? As she stood there, her ears continued to grow. She could feel them. Every few seconds they would tremble, and gain a few more centimeters. The tips were growing hairy, and in the window, she could see that they were tipped with little black hairs. Marcia stood there for minute, repulsed and fascinated and scared all at once by the strange sensations in her ears. However, once the tremors became less frequent, eventually until they stopped entirely, she was left with nothing but a beautiful crown of brown black-tipped ass ears. She waited, but the changes seemed to have halted for the time being. Even her hands, though they still felt a little stiff and awkward, and were much darker than her skin, had stopped changing. If she stayed calm, it was safe to relax, to contemplate…