Anon transforms into Trixie


                                            >Be you

                                            >wagecucking at work

                                            >just trying to get through your shift, only about two hours left

                                            >manager walks up

                                            >“Hey Anon, could you wagecuck a little faster please? Also, niggerfaggot called in, I'm gonna need you stay another six hours to help cover his shift.”

                                            >You're just about to mcfucking lose it. You blink and nod.

                                            >“Y-yes, sir.” you mumble.

                                            >You continue wagecucking aimlessly, when you start to feel sick.

                                            >You put a hand to your stomach and one to your mouth as you body starts seizing up with a wracking pain.

                                            >You step back a bit and heave, and run to the bathroom.

                                            >The manager steps back out again and sees you fleeing your post. “Hey! Where are you going?”

                                            >You ignore the fat goblin and run to the “family” restroom with the locking door, and lean over the sink and breathe.

                                            >Your arm is... turning blue?

                                            >Your have a splitting headache. You feel your head and notice a... nub? This isn't good.

                                            >You hastily clock out, avoiding anyone else and run out the door. You are probably going to get fired for this but fuck it all

                                            >You stumble to your car

                                            >Your insides feel like they're rearranging themselves

                                            >By the time you get to the car you can barely stand upright, you throw yourself in

                                            >You suddenly have to lean out of the door, ralph on the parking lot pavement and hastily close it and start the car

                                            >Driving home, you watch your arms start to—what the fuck?

                                            >They're not blue from some sort of lack of oxygen, they seem to be... growing a light blue fuzz... >fuckfuckfuck what is going on

                                            >Your fingers are shrinking

                                            >You can't believe it's happening, but not just your fingers but all your limbs seem to be shrinking

                                            >your body seems to be widening into some sort of round barrel

                                            >by the time you turn the corner to your street, your fingers have shortened into horrific nubs

                                            >your middle fingers and toes alone have grown into a wide disgustingly thick fingernail

                                            >and it's all covered in a thin light blueish colored fuzzy fur

                                            >You can only reach the pedals and steering wheel by straddling the very edge of your carseat

                                            >You thought about driving to the hospital but not in this condition,

                                            >glowniggers would likely cart you out of the ER and into a dissection lab

                                            >Plus you couldn't really drive anymore and were almost home

                                            >You clumsily park in your driveway and turn the car off, though you're barely able to turn the key and get your seatbelt off

                                            >You fearfully glance in the rearview mirror and can't even comprehend the terrifying monster you see staring back

                                            >You stumble out of your car, thankfully no one is walking around outside on your shitty low-rent street

                                            >You sprint inside, finding yourself running faster than you've ever done before on all fours, which is pretty fucked up

                                            >Your clothes are falling off around you

                                            >you trip over your pant legs but manage to get your keys in your teeth

                                            >You open your front door and scramble inside

                                            >You slam your front door behind you and run to the bathroom.

                                            >Your clothes are hanging awkwardly and you throw them all off.

                                            >You are naked now but somehow it feels more right than having clothes on now

                                            >Your light blue fur feels warm, comfortable and somehow natural, though clearly nothing about this is

                                            >You can only comfortably run on four limbs now, which are all blue, fuzzy, and ending in what you slowly realize resemble equine hooves

                                            >You reach your bathroom with a noisy clopping sound on the floor

                                            >You are much shorter, but leaning up against the counter you see a blueish horse staring back at you in the mirror

                                            >You have a relatively short equine nose, effeminate eyes, sleek white hair and a unicorn horn on its forehead.

                                            >You look down and realize you also have female animal genitalia.

                                            >You hyperventilate and begin to absolutely freak out in the comfort of your home

                                            >Who do you call, what do you do, how do you explain this to work, to anyone?

                                            >How are you going to dial on your phone when you do?

                                            >Your mind agitates and reaches a boiling point of anxiety and panic

                                            >As it does, your single horn begins to light up with a pinkish illuminated haze and sparks fly from it.