Oct 15 2042, Day 25-

So my friends finally found out about my condition. I was really hoping they wouldn’t find out after what happened with Sam. But I guess I don’t exactly look entirely human anymore and there’s only so many excuses not to go out. I rationally knew they would find out eventually, but a part of me just hoped they never would.

They invited themselves to my place that night after work, saw me in my current state. And then spent the next few hours poking at all of my changes, including the additions on my stomach and cracking jokes about it the entire time. Beth even said that with my cheekbones enlarged as they are now it looks like I’m a squirrel that’s holding nuts in my mouth.

Pretty sure my taste for meat means I’m likely turning into some sort of cat or dog or something. But they had made the decision that this weekend they’re going to give me a makeover to make me look like the best freak of nature that I can be. That I should stop trying to shave it all off just so they can doll it all up properly. And then spent time debating whether or not I’m going to need to get some more specialty bras for the extra additions.

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