>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.