Name: Abigail "Abby" Reed
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 143 lbs
Species: Were Gemsbok

"My name is Abigail Reed, but everyone calls me Abby. I work as a nurse on the late shift at the local hospital. I was working in the emergency room when I went outside for a break. No sooner had I gotten ready to go back inside when a man ran up to me in a panic. I tried to help him but he bit me on the arm. When some security came out to help me I told them I was fine and went inside to wrap up the bite in a bandage. I probably should have reported it but I was embarrassed to admit it. I don't know, maybe I should have. I doubt it would've made a difference. I just.... I've learned not to call attention to my problems.

Maybe it's easy for other people, but for me it just gets me into trouble. I knew that if it was reported that it would result in a lot of attention and paperwork and if I needed treatment it'd be another bill I couldn't afford. The bite wasn't that deep, I probably wouldn't even notice it in a day or two. I just wrapped it up and went back to work. I've had worse, the wrist fracture I got at my apartment was more painful than this bite. Logan would probably tell me I should get the thing looked at, to hell with what Russell would say.

What, I didn't mention Russell? He's my boyfriend, we share a small apartment. I don't get out much so he's kind of my whole world. He's got his flaws, I guess, but it's hard to afford rent when you're just starting out so it made sense when he suggested I move in with him. I know that he likes horses, he's always watching them race. He's always in the best moods when his favorite wins. I think it's name is Sunset Runner. I don't know how it works, but he's always calling one of his boys and placing a bet on him. I can't complain, since it keeps me in good food and I feel special when one of the ponies does well. He says that there's nothing finer than a grand won on a good horse race. Of course, when he loses money he always gets in a bad mood. Usually the victim is whatever 'crap' I've made for dinner that night. I'm not a gourmet, I know. I try though.

Oh yes, back to my wound. I saw the patient later, he apologized for biting me. He convinced me to go for a coffee with him to say thank you. He seemed so nice, but he kept looking around the area like he was expecting something to jump out at him. Nothing did. After our coffee he thanked me again and we parted ways. I don't know what he was about, but I know everyone has a story. Like most he probably just didn't want to share the details.

When I got back to the hospital I felt weird. I don't know, like my head was pounding. I went to the locker room for a few minutes to sit down and clear my head. As soon as I sat down, I felt strange all over. My body itched and I felt this odd pressure in my sinuses and the top of my head. My feet got stiff and wouldn't move. All of the sudden this thing burst out of my shoes, I guess it was a hoof. Right about then I jumped to my (hooves?) and my other shoe fell off, mercifully intact. I could see this big long muzzle in front of my face and my hands were covered in white fur. My fingertips were hard as my toes. I felt something waving behind me that looked a lot like a tail, and before I felt it I knew. I reached my hand up to my head and felt something long sticking out of my hair higher than I could reach.

I didn't know what I was, I don't watch a lot of discovery channel. All I know is someone that heard the noise asked me if I was done changing. I didn't stick around to find out who. I ran for the nearest exit. I couldn't let anyone see me like this, least of all go home in this state. I needed someplace to lay low for a while. I found this flyer for some kind of convention, maybe everyone will think it's a costume..."

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