"You're fucking crazy," I tell him over the phone, running my fingers through my short, curly hair.
"You know what the great thing is, Brad?" I hear him ask. He sounds pissed but also amused in a way. "I don't care what you think. You can doubt me as much as you want but you'll see."
"You know what, fuck-" I say but he cuts me off.
"It's my sister, you asshole!" he yells. "You think you can treat her like trash, dump her and then talk shit about her? You almost destroyed her."
"That bitch-" I try again.
"Stop," he says.
And I do. What the hell?
"Whether you believe me or not doesn't matter," he continues. "I've heard about you. It's a small town. She's not the first one. So you'll learn. I'll teach you."
I try to talk but I can't. I stare at my phone and then tuck a strand of hair over my ear. Why can't I talk? My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out other than a quiet whine.
"You'll change," he says. "And you know what the best thing is?"
My hair tickles the back of my neck as I put the phone back against my ear.
"You'll come back to me," he laughs. "You'll beg me to come over. To fuck you."
I can't talk but I can still move so I hang up the phone and stare at it. And then I see it. I see my short nails beginning to grow. They curve and scratch against the glass of my phone until I have long, clear nails.
Like a fucking woman. I tuck more hair behind my ear and then freeze when I realize what I'm doing. I rush to the bathroom and stare at my reflection in a panic.
My hair reaches my shoulders now, thick and curly and cute.
No! Not cute! Shit! I-
Bones creak and crack in my face and I squeeze my eyes shut while pressing my palms to my cheeks. I can feel things moving beneath my skin. I'm panting as I force my eyes open to see my cheeks rising and my chin growing narrow. An alien face stares back. Feminine. Pretty. I blink and my lashes flutter back at me.
But it's not done. My cheeks flame red as the bones continue to move.
To push forward. Dark streaks appear in my nose, flowing down to my lips as they push outward until they're full and pouty. And dark. Further outward.
Into a short, hairless muzzle.
No.
Not hairless. I lean close to the mirror to watch brown hairs sprout from the extended bridge of my nose. Saliva fills my mouth and it feels cramped, despite being longer. I spit into the sink and my tongue escapes my lips. My long, wide pink tongue that dangles between my canines.
I touch my face, feeling how soft and sensitive it is.
Pain. Pinching, cramping pain makes me drop to my knees with a loud bark.
It feels like someone kicked me in the balls and I pull my pants away to see my dick shrinking. I feel hot. It's coursing through my body in waves that make me break out in sweat, panting hard to try to dissipate the heat. Bones crack, pushing at the waist, creating a mound and curvy hips as my dick shrinks, the head pulling back into a small hood of flesh.
Hairs emerge around my belly button. They grow long and thick to march down, mixing into my pubes and around the empty place where my cock used to be.
Only, oh god, oh fuck, oh FUCK!
It's not empty. More pain follows and the skin
splits
to show an opening. A wet opening that smells like-
Oh god. Like pussy.
