You stare at the squarish nose which in no way resembles your original nostrils. In fact, you wonder if somehow your nose has turned into one giant black swollen bruise without you realizing it. As you reluctantly reach up, you hesitate, but you force yourself to touch it.
It is leathery to the feel, and rather wet, almost like your nose is covered in mucus, although you haven't been crying. Running your finger over your new nose, you wonder if you should be crying. It looks vaguely familiar, although smaller than that of an equine, but you can't quite figure out where you have seen a nose like that before. It is definitely not a bruise, at least not one which is hurting. Could it be some weird allergic reaction?
You are debating whether to risk going to the hospital when the air conditioner comes on. Suddenly, all rational thought is shoved out of your head and you freeze in near panic as a strange scent assaults your nostrils. You have no reference from which to identify the scent, but something inside you gives you a vague idea as to what it belongs.
PREDATOR! your instincts scream, although you have no idea what that could mean. You're in suburbia safe in your own home, what predators could be lurking around?
Resisting the overwhelming urge to run away at top speed, you convince yourself to move slowly and stealthily over to your second-story window. Outside, you see nothing which could have caused you to be so afraid, just the daily life of normal neighbors. However, you feel your every muscle stiffen and your heartbeat leap as you again smell the same odor. A block over, some motion catches your eye. It is a dog sniffing around the bushes. The panic does not subside, but you do feel oddly satisfied that the dog does not acknowledge your presence.
You wonder why a dog ignoring you could be such a relief. You catch sight of your own reflection in the glass, and instead of staring just at your new nose, this time you marvel at the expression on your own face.
Wow, I must have really freaked out. I look just like a de... Something clicks in your mind and you don't finish the thought. Instead, you return to the mirror. The mottling of the fur you noticed and the nose shape confirm what you suspect. ...deer in the headlights.
Now you let yourself run in true panic, back to where you left the bottle of BOD. Frantically you search for a label of ingredients, instructions, anything; but all you find is the logo. A belated insight reveals to you what BOD must stand for: Body of Deer.
Does this mean you are stuck with a deer nose forever? You can't go outside looking like this! Not to mention the urge to flee every time an unfamiliar scent wafts past, which will definitely draw some unwanted attention. But what can you do? A doctor would probably want to quarantine you or dissect you. You know you have some hard choices to make. Raising the bottle of BOD which you are still clutching, you come to a decision. You decide to...