"The Mutation's effects on the human body are nothing short of staggering to me. To think that even a scrawny, ugly, pathetic body like mine could be improved to such a greater plane of existence simply by letting my instincts have their deserved sway over me, none of those Empire-*The word assholes is scribbled out, instead replaced with (sorry, "jerks", didn't mean to swear)*-would've ever believed such an idea. To think that those packs of mutant raiders truly did have cognitive thought behind them, that wild magic wasn't as hostile and unpredictable as we believe it to be. To think that the key for our true perfection was right at our doorstep. Man and beast, mind and body, willpower and nature, all merged together in a perfect harmony of a transformation. It's everything I could've ever wanted."

"The change doesn't really have a reason to be such ecstasy if I'm honest, but I don't think I going to complain. The rush of emotions, the power welling inside me, the feeling of my body throbbing and growing into my bestial form, it's a euphoria I could have never dreamed of. I always grow and swell so much that I'd get too big for my attire, resulting in it tearing against my body as I outgrow almost everything I would cover myself with beforehand. Yet I don't think I will ever strip before changing, and not because of my aversion to the outside world. I mean, that's part of the reason yes, if I so much get a rip in my sleeve in human form then the curses of the outside would surely rend my soul apart-b-b-but that's not what I mean. I mean that, when I grow too big for my uniform, when my gloves tear against my hands, when my wings and tail erupt from my coat, when my limbs rip open my sleeves and trousers, and when my f-....f-feet...s-swell so much they...my boots split open and.....m-my big m-meaty t-t-toes burst out-...and my boots just rip and pop as.....m-my feet get so...s-swollen I-I-I-I.....f-feel so alive! E-even when my mask, the one thing that keeps my safe from everything that wants to hurt me, even when that snaps off my face, I.....I don't care! Whenever I change, I should be panicking about how my body gets so exposed but I don't, on the contrary, I WANT my clothes to RIP! I WANT to burst out, I WANT to GROW, the rush just feels so bloody good!"

*There are numerous scribbles hiding a plethora of possibly aroused rants before the notes get back on topic*

"I've theorized that...well, all of what I just said, might be because the wild magic....wants to make me happy. When I transform, it's like I'm a different person, I feel so free, so strong, so commanding even! I feel like I can do whatever I want, say whatever I want, be whoever I want, be....myself. Perhaps...I don't become another person. Perhaps I just...let the real me out. Every time I swell and grow into my inner beast, it's like all of the anxiousness, terror and uncertainty that's plagued my life goes away. I've heard theories that this is because the mutation disables a human's ability to feel fear, but....um....well that doesn't make sense right? What purpose would that serve, to make us more aggressive? Okay, maybe I lose my hesitation but in doing so I can just....let everything out, let everything I'd be too 'scared' to express. Everything I bury in my soul, everything I longed for. When I change, I feel like my truest self, like I'm truly free of my flaws and can fully express my real emotions and indulge in the deepest desires I craved yet could never attain. I feel like I'm not worthless, I feel....honored to exist!"

"Judge me all you want. But I know I my heart that this....this is humanity's future...."

-Various notes drawn by Dr Minerva Talos

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