Muffin

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Time really goes slow when you're not having fun.

Derek and I are sitting facing to face in the living room. Not saying a word. I'm trying to sit in the most serious position as I can, but am failing because of my short ass limbs, with the added factor of being wrapped in a blanket.

Also, this comfy couch that makes me lean back now and again. It makes me feel like a victim, you know, after a tragedy and being wrapped up in a blanket. It's not the best feeling. It's barely 9 in the morning and I really want a drink.

Least the good news is that I'm not hung over! Ha. Ha. ha...

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How the hell did I get into this situation. Damn. My brother must be traumatized. Imagine waking up and then seeing what looks like an overgrown lizard in your sister's bedroom. I move on to the next topic of our agenda before I start to get even more stressed out.

"Where are our parents?" I ask seriously.

"Business trip." He responds quickly.

"Good."

"What were we going to tell them anyways even if they were here, seeing you like, well, THAT."

"Dunno. I don't even know myself. Least we got two days to figure it out."

"How do you feel? I mean, are you okay?" I look up at him and he genuinely looks worried. Good thing this shit didn't happen to him. He's a good brother and a better person. Me on the other hand, I mean, I went to bars on the weekends and drunk myself till I couldn't tell the difference between a muffin and a baby.

I'm still going to College but I'm not a 'straight A-s' student', just a B, almost C average. An ok wage programming job, which I'm not talented at, just above passing at this point. Maybe, I kinda, feel glad that this happened. Finally something interesting. I just kinda hoped It wouldn't have been THIS interesting.

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"Yeah, I just need some time to think, you know? Look in a mirror, take a bath if I still can, the usual 'Oh frick my body changed' basics." I think I sounded a bit distressed there.

"I think I meed some time to think too. I'mma fill up a bath for you. You can still walk right? Once you get out I'm going to get you a cup of coffee." My brother somewhat quickly got up and headed down the hall.

Damn.

I took the blanket with me as I got off the couch. Least I could still walk on two legs despite my figure. Slowly but surely. Soon enough I got to the bathroom at the end of the hall. My brother was standing next to the door.

"It's ready. It's weird, right now you're really short." I looked up at his tall figure. Even standing on two legs like this, I'm still barely past his knees. I see him walk downstairs to get me a cup of joe. I close the door behind me and walk towards the tub.

Hah.

My head barely reaches over the tub. Thankfully my brother was one step ahead me and took out the stool. It's kinda embarrassing. From there I stood on the tub trying to see if I could see myself in the mirror. No such luck. I'm still too short.

Back to the tub, well more like a pool at this point, I crouch down and slowly go in. I can't feel if it's hot... It's not cold or hot, but I could clearly see steam coming out of the water...

I miss being human. Actually, what the heck am I? Did I drink myself to death? If so, then why am I still here? Is this the afterlife, but why am I like this and why was my brother here? Wait a second, I've been saying swear words, but why can't I say a-

*Knock knock*

"Your coffee is ready. I put a towel in the bottom drawer!" I heard my brother yell from the downstairs.

"Thanks Derek!" I hope it was loud enough to hear. I don't want my brother to bust in in alarm. I look up to see all the soaps and sponges on the top rack above the tub. Curse this short height. I'll just get out anyway. It not like I WANTED TO BATHE OR ANYTHING. Hah.

I sort of swim/jump to the top of the tub and decide to dry myself. I grab the towel while I'm still on the rim of the tub and wrap myself around it. This is a basic hand towel but it seems to wrap around my whole body. What shame. Since I'm up here, I jump on top of the toilet and then climb on top of the sink.

I look in the mirror and I see a big frickin lizard! I jump up in surprise and realize that it was me. What in the world happened to you Stephan.

My good curves were replaced with a broad, more scaled body. Now that I think about it, my scales are actually more of a burgundy than red. I look up to see my face, and oh holy moly, now I know why I had that killer headache.

Two horns were sticking out of my head. They were on the small side but still! Horns! Well, now I also know that my hair is gone... My beautiful short black hair... In similar news, a foreign object is sticking out of my butt.

A TAIL! Well, I did notice it before, but I had to assure myself that I wasn't more insane than I already was It hangs low, almost threatening to touch the ground. I look to see the mirror again.

Oh no. They're gone! My chest... It's flat as a loli... (Ｔ▽Ｔ) So are my, uh, lady parts. I can almost see a tear go down my eye, which has still remained golden, the same color as It always had been.

I also see something poking out of my back, another addition to the weird collection, tiny wings. WINGS. DOES THAT MEAN I CAN FLY? HELL YES! Well, they look like chicken wings attached to my back, tiny and bony. But that said, that would mean that I would keep on looking like this for the rest of my life.

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Today has been taking a big toll on me. How am I supposed to go to my classes like this now?! If I go outside, will I become a celebrity? What about the government? I'm pretty sure that the government won't dissect me because who the hell does that? In movies it's just there as a cliche, but from the power of technology, there's something called X-rays! 100% dissection free guarantee!

Well, enough of that, time to go get myself a cup of joe.