CRASH!
You jump slightly and your tail stands on end as you hear the unmistakable tinkle of glass breaking from the storage area. Without thinking, you head straight for the back to find the source of the noise. Walking along the ends of the aisles, you finally locate a small smashed bottle on the floor between two "M" shelves, with silvery grains all strewn about, apparently having fallen off the shelf. You are not sure what the contents of the bottle were, and you stand staring at it for a moment, unsure what action to take.
"Another bottle gone to waste," the Game Master sulked as you start, not aware he had followed you. "Bloody Alchemic Boards and their storing requirements. You'd think they'd have figured out by now that glass bottles are breakable. Well, I suppose you had better start cleaning," he continued, turning to you. "Just put it in the bin there, that should nullify its magic properties." The Game Master pointed at a small silver canister in the corner, then turned to leave.
"Damn hexterminators," the Game Master muttered on his way out the door. "Can't even get rid of a little curse, what's the world coming to? ...Oh, try not to get any of it on you," he called back over his shoulder while leaving, as though it were an afterthought.
"How come?" you ask, but the door had already swung shut behind the Game Master. Warily, you grab a broom and dustpan and sweep up the mix of glass and dust. After emptying the dustpan into the bin, you carefully inspect your outfit to make sure none of the dust landed on you. However, it does not occur to you to check your tail.
After being dismissed by the Game Master, you quickly change back into your school uniform, now an expert at threading your tail out of the butler uniform and not even needing to look back over your shoulder. You happily head home, glad the day had been rather uneventful on your end.
Arriving home, you find your mother has already left for work, a relief on your part. You change clothes into the boxers and pants you had altered to accomodate your tail, and head downstairs. You flop on the couch next to Bryan, who's buried in a storybook, your tail easily splayed across the couch between you as though you had always had one.
"Hey Bryan, what did mom say about dinner?" you ask, poking him. Bryan looked up, a bit annoyed at being pulled from his book.
"She just said to heat up some of the leftovers, she didn't have time to cook," Bryan replied, his eye catching sight of your tail, still a source of endless amusement for him.
"Hm...maybe I should make something, that way mom doesn't have to cook something for her lunch tomorrow. Whaddaya think, Bry, can you wait a bit before dinner?" you turn your head to look at your little brother who, grinning, is reaching over to pet your tail.
You smile and twitch your tail a bit to surprise him, leading him to giggle and grasp your tail a bit tightly. However, before you can react to the pressure, you feel a sudden electric charge throughout your body. As your vision swims a bit you realize...