<she woke up with a gasp and a burning sensation her throat that she could barely stand, not to mention an aching in her nether regions. Groaning, she sat up in her bed and looked around, running a hand through her hair absently.>
<last night had been the strangest night. She had fought with Eric and then come home, crawled into bed after eating a pint of ice cream and fallen into a restless sleep. The dreams she had were outrageous and she knew that she had tossed and turned. Then, in the middle of the night they had just stopped. She had no idea why; now she felt... different. She could see particles of dust floating in the air, could smell the garbage in the downstairs trashcan, even though it was clean and she had cleaned it out a couple days before. This... wasn't right.>
<she got out of bed and her eyes widened> Oh.... Oh no. Oh God, no! <she ran to her bathroom, stumbling until she hit the doorway and letting out a loud, husky shout when her forehead collided with the doorjamb.> Crap on a cracker! <why did she sound like Eric? And were those huge hands really hers? NO way! She let out another un-manly sounding shriek and finally got into the bathroom, looking in the mirror in shock.>
<there where her sun bleached hair had been just hours before were shorter locks and a manly face, square jaw.> Ohhhh Sam's not gonna like this. I gotta work tonight! <her eyes got even wider as she looked out the window and let out another yell; it was DARK! She was going to lose her job! She sighed and ran her hands through her hair before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. It was okay. She would find out what was going on.>
<she looked down her body, running her hands over her chest and stopping before she got to the diminishing bulge in her pants. Well, what was left of her pants.>
This.... is not good.
<last night had been the strangest night. She had fought with Eric and then come home, crawled into bed after eating a pint of ice cream and fallen into a restless sleep. The dreams she had were outrageous and she knew that she had tossed and turned. Then, in the middle of the night they had just stopped. She had no idea why; now she felt... different. She could see particles of dust floating in the air, could smell the garbage in the downstairs trashcan, even though it was clean and she had cleaned it out a couple days before. This... wasn't right.>
<she got out of bed and her eyes widened> Oh.... Oh no. Oh God, no! <she ran to her bathroom, stumbling until she hit the doorway and letting out a loud, husky shout when her forehead collided with the doorjamb.> Crap on a cracker! <why did she sound like Eric? And were those huge hands really hers? NO way! She let out another un-manly sounding shriek and finally got into the bathroom, looking in the mirror in shock.>
<there where her sun bleached hair had been just hours before were shorter locks and a manly face, square jaw.> Ohhhh Sam's not gonna like this. I gotta work tonight! <her eyes got even wider as she looked out the window and let out another yell; it was DARK! She was going to lose her job! She sighed and ran her hands through her hair before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. It was okay. She would find out what was going on.>
<she looked down her body, running her hands over her chest and stopping before she got to the diminishing bulge in her pants. Well, what was left of her pants.>
This.... is not good.
