Early the next morning, Roxy awoke to a dark sky. A quick glance at her bedside clock confirmed the time: 4:00.
Roxy, being the type who can't fall back to sleep after waking, decided to get ready early. She had a day off that day, but tomorrow was back to classes.
Absentmindedly scratching her posterior, something brushed Roxy's hand. It felt rough, a bit warm.
"What the..." Roxy twisted her neck and caught a glance of the foreign object.
It was a new appendage.
"Oh my god. What is that?" Not being very fond of growing random parts, Roxy began shuddering at the thought of what it was that had grown on her back. Reluctantly, she switched on the light, and examined her new limb.
It was a tail. Not a small, dinky, mistake during pregnancy tail, but a three fot long, fully furred, red tufted tail.
Roxy, being a curious person, couldn't help but observe the tail. It reminded her of the type of tail one might find on a lion. As this thought occurred to her, Roxy began to fantasize about herself as a lion. How wonderful it would be, to be so powerful, so deadly, without any weapons or technology, nothing but feral strength!
Roxy suddenly realized something. The tail was hers, so shouldn't she be able to move it?
Unsurprisingly, Roxy was, indeed, able to control her tail, as one might thrust an arm. Pleased with her new appendage, Roxy fished out some earphones from a drawer, and plugged them into a small mp3 player.
As Roxy gently danced to the music, she began to get ready for her day. She brushed her teeth, splashed a bit of water on her face, and made herself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
Roxy suddenly became aware that she had been moving her tail to the music, gently swinging it from side to side, along with the beat.
Finishing her flakes, she retreated to her closet, where she picked out an outfit for a day on the town. White tank top and black shorts.
As Roxy tried to put on the shorts she became aware of an obstacle: Her tail.
"Some scissors, a bit of thread, and... There!" Roxy had cut a hole in her shorts, perfect for her tail. Making a mental note to do so for all her pants, she flicked on the T.V. and began her day.