The body that I find most unnerving is almost certainly that of the Surinam toad.  They have one of the most disturbing methods of caring for their eggs that I have ever seen.  Many frogs and toads deposit and fertilize their clutch of eggs in a discreet location.  In contrast, the Surinam mating process involves sticking the fertilized eggs to the back of the female.  These eggs embed themselves in the mother’s skin over a few days, and remain there as they develop.  Eventually, they emerge from the female’s back as tiny but fully-formed toads: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZ7b4spjXhw

I have trypophobia, which is the fear of/aversion to repeating patterns of holes.  http://trypophobia.net/trypophobia Normally, this does not seriously affect my day-to-day life.  I’m very fortunate in that my symptoms are not as severe as those of other sufferers.  However, there are certain skin conditions (particularly keratosis pilaris) which simultaneously fascinate and disconcert me.  If I notice that someone has repeating spots of this nature,  I find it difficult to pay attention to anything else until one of us leaves the room.

However, cases like those of the Surinam toad are an entirely different matter from a simple skin condition.  What truly horrifies me is when there is something living and moving inside the holes.  When I imagine an invading other in someone’s body, I’m gripped by a compulsion to just get it out.  Get it out NOW.

Metamorphisis

It was just another average morning at the apartment: Getting woken up at nine o'clock while the noisy roommates carelessly rush breakfast so the can make it to their nine-thirty classes.  Though waking up and rubbing my eyes did not feel the same for some reason.  As I got up to walk to the bathroom, I notice looks of horror from my roommates as I walk past them.  "Good morning to you all too..." I say as I walk past their stunning silence.

But once I looked into the bathroom mirror, their looks of horror made sense.  Even I was in shock from what I saw.  It appeared that my face had turned into that of a cat.  "How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this?" I kept wondering to myself.  I also began to question how I was to carry on with my life with such a drastic change happening.

As I walked out to talk to my roommates about what was going on, I got the typical boneheaded response from them, one being "dude, why the hell is your face a cat?".  "I don't know why my face is like this.." I replied. "what am I supposed to do?"  They all looked at each other after I spoke and then one said "dude, you're even talking like a cat now! no way so weird."And at that point is where I just lost it.  Not only was my face that of a completely different species but now I could not even communicate with other human beings.  I decided that I needed to cool down and get away from people so I decided to take a walk. 

Hoping that it would have relieved stress, my walk down Saint Paul Street only reminded me how much of a freak I had actually turned into.  Every person I walked by gave some sort of rude reaction.  People were staring, giving disgusted gestures and even yelling "freak" as I walked timidly and ashamed down the road.  At that point I realized I could no longer belong in such a society where everyone is so picky and only accepting to people who look as they do.   I walked back home and went up to my room, where I locked and trapped the door, where I planned to hide my cat like self for the rest of eternity.

My Metamorphosis

    I wake up. Everything seems normal at first, I drop down from my bed and slowly walk towards the bathroom to take a shower. Something seems different though, but I am unsure of what has changed. I shrug off the thoughts as I get ready to embark for the day. As I am about to leave I realize that my bag is lighter than normal. I inspect the bag and realize that my Magic decks are not there. After searching for some time, I decided to put together a quick deck and roll with it.
    As I wait for the bus to campus, I come across a friend and strike up a conversation. We start talking about the latest roster changes and balance changes to League of Legends. EdWard has rejoined GamI bit Gaming and is the news of the day.
    "So how do you think EdWard rejoining Gambit will effect the EU scene?" Says my friend.
    "I don't know, anything is possible" I reply. "That was odd." I thought, "That isn't something I would normally say, EdWard going back to EU will have a giant effect." I try to say these words and they don't come out.
    "What about the whole Garen vs Renekton discussion last night Dan?" My friend says, trying to move past my obvious ignorance.
    "I don't know, both of those champions are good, I say it's an equal matchup." I retort. "What am I saying, Garen stomps Lizard Wizard in the early game and any good player would be able to snowball that to a lane advantage." My thoughts are unable to come to words. I attribute this to the cold weather and am probably catching an illness.
    Finally reaching campus I find some friends that are playing a game of EDH and I ask to partake, excited to show off the new deck I quickly built. They agree and I revel my general, Isamaru, Hound of Konda. Everyone at the table starts laughing and questioning why I am even playing with them. At this point I realize what I have become. I have become a casual.

My Metamorphosis

It's just another day, there I am laying in bed dreaming peaceful things. But all of a sudden everything vanishes as my alarm clock goes off! The moment I open my eyes, I am looking at this overly obese person in the mirror, that hangs across from my bed... At first I can't believe what I am looking at. So in attempt to resolve the issue, I try to go back to bed. However, I get an itch on my right thigh. Desperately, I try to scratch at it. I soon realize that I have become overly obese! So huge that I can't move my limbs! Not only am I panicing about my self-appearance but the fact that the itch on my right thigh is growing unbearably!

I can't move anywhere. I am simply stationed on my, thankfully, comfortable bed. I lay there with my thoughts. How did this happen? Why me? Will this ever go away? What do I do now? All of these questions were forming in my head and I had a difficult time trying to resolve them. I couldn't reach my laptop or my phone because they were across my room. My last resort would be to call to my roommate, Taylor, to see if he could assist me. So I decided to do that.

I frantically began to yell for him. He stumbled out of his bed in the other room and asked what was wrong. I told him he would not believe what happened... Giggling from the other room, he soon came over and opened my door. Instantly he was overcome by shock. He asked if I was alright and how the hell did this happen. I being a smart-ass, told him I had no clue.

I then told him to grab my phone. He did so. When I had the phone I tried to call my parents at home. However I was so obese I couldn't even move my fingers! I asked Taylor to dial my home. When he did, he put it on "speaker" and tossed it onto my belly. After, he left to go make himself breakfast downstairs.

When my mom picked up the phone. I just blurted out anxiously what I had turned into. She asked if I was on drugs. I replied with a firm "no". I basically told her to come up to Burlington ASAP! After she tried to comfort me, she hung up and I laid in my bed awaiting the arrival of my parents...

While I waited, I thought how could my peaceful dreams on just another day, lead to a dreadful nightmare??? I just hope that if I go back to bed, that the nightmare will go away!

Metamorph: Ferret time

As I toss and turn in my sleep, I slowly become aware of something soft and furry nuzzling my face. Nugget. I slowly blink my eyes open. The little buttmunch is right up in my face so that he looks huge. This is my normal morning routine. Only... Nugget backs away and is still huge. What? I look up and everything about my room is off: the pillow is four times the size of my body, the desk looks like an impossible mountain to climb and my sheets seem to drown me. I reach my hand out, only I can't seem to bring it in front of my face. Huh? I swivel my head around only to find myself staring at my behind. My furry behind. With a tail. I scream  in surprise, only it comes out as a soft squeak. I can't seem to find my words.
Nugget prances back over to me and jumps on top of me excitedly.
"Mom!"
Who in the what now? Who was that?
"MOOOOM. Get up! Let's play!"
Nugget is...talking to me?
I take another look down at my body: long, lanky torso, short hands and feet, and a long straight tail.
I'M A FERRET! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Goddess be praised, I'm a ferret.
I jump and twist in the air, voicing my excitement. Nugget and I bound around my room, bumping into each other, knocking things over and generally being ferrets.
Molly hears the commotion and opens my door.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Nugget and I laugh before running out the door between her feet. Molly sighs and swears under her breath before chasing after us.
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After a day of funny antics, Molly lays down on her bed and Nugget and I curl up around her, settling down into sweet ferret dreams.

My Metamorphosis

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off next to my head. I reach out to turn it off, and find that multiple limbs are moving towards the alarm. I freeze, not sure if I am still dreaming and lay for a second while the alarm continues to sound in my ear, staring at what should have been my one, human arm. Instead, dozens of little legs are suspended in front of my face. I lurch sideways out of bed in an attempt to escape whatever creature was suddenly in the room with me. As I roll off my mattress and onto the floor I realize that the creature is moving with me, occupying the same space as me. As I try to stand and escape, flailing my limbs in an attempt to get the creature away from me, I come to the horrifying conclusion that I am the creature.
Even as I come to this understanding I continue to thrash around desperately, refusing to accept the situation. How could this have happened? How is this even possible? I try to yell out, to get someone's attention and hopefully get help, but instead of words all that comes out is a weird clicking noise that I don't understand. This brings me up short, and I stop moving about so that I can fully assess the situation. I'm laying on the floor, and as I try to move myself into an upright position my body does not cooperate. I twist to the side to get a better view of my body and I see dozens of short, hairy legs poking out from a round and segmented body. As I gaze at this new body, my brain tells my legs to move, and the legs on the lower half of the body twitch and wiggle.
As I test the limbs of this new body I hear my roommate, Joyce, coming out of the room next door to mine and knocking on my door. She wonders if I'm alright, she had heard a lot of noise coming from my room. I panic, thinking her reaction to my new form, and try to call out that I'm fine and not to come in, but again the clicking is all that escapes my mouth. She continues to talk to me through the door, saying that she's coming in, and I try to back into the corner, trying and failing to make this impossible body unnoticeable. Joyce doesn't notice me at first, looking towards the bed, but as she looks into the rest of the room her gaze lands on me, and she freezes. After her moment of confusion and hesitation she wheels around and slams the door behind her, screaming to our other roommates about the horrible monster that is in Molly's room.

Metamorphobliss

It’s Wednesday, November 6^th. I wake up slowly; taking my time while every switch inside the cavern of my body turns on and breathes life back into itself. I refuse to remove the pillow from over my eyes and solemnly pray that if I can just stall my body from waking up for long enough I won’t have to face the trials of the day. My second alarm hisses at me to get up, and I allow my indignation to fizzle away because I know that I have to. I sigh a heavy and sunken breath and murmur the golden words that I say to myself every morning: “goddammit.”

I’m suddenly overcome with the abrupt urge to throw up. I remove the pillow from my face and wretch all over the western hemisphere of my bedroom. I feel slow, like molasses dripping through a microscopic hole. I feel weak like a body builder gone flaccid. My head is so empty that it hurts. I feel too lazy and demotivated to pick up my bile.

I look into the mirror near my bed. I stare at myself and realize that something is off. Something is wrong, terribly wrong, and my body is trying to warn me but all it seems to be translating into is vomit.  With every attempted cautionary synapse my brain chemicals send to me, my mind retracts further and further away from the present.

My eyes sink deeper into my head. Drool creeps out of the corners of my mouth and my brain remains wildly vacant.  I scratch my head. All I can think about how is how difficult and useless caring about anything sounds right now.

“Oh my god,” I think to myself. “No, no this can’t be.” I realize that I’ve turned into my worst nightmare: an idiot.

I scan my room. I look at the books, the posters, and the insights written down on the thousands of scraps of paper that I used to pull from every crevice I could. I rip open my notebooks, flip open my laptop, jiggle the mouse to my desktop and scan for something, anything that will spark a thought in my mind, but alas I’m a moron and I give up just around when I begin.

Everything is ugly and boring. The colors are dull, the books are dry, and the walls are stodgy. I know that I used to care about all of these things, but I just can’t seem to remember why.  All I remember is that I had gone to bed the night before dreaming and wishing for simplicity. I decide to give up on my responsibilities for the day and I crawl back into bed. “I don’t need to go to work or school,” I say to myself. “I know everything that I need to know already.” I flip on the TV and melt; ignorance is the ultimate bliss.

Metamorphosis

I was jarred awake in the morning by my alarm.  I blindly flung myself off of my lofted bed hoping that I would land on my chair.  I fell really fast and even though my foot hit the chair my muscles didn't want to agree with me. I fell on the chair hard and it broke underneath me.  I let my head bounce off of my floor and closed my eyes, not completely surprised that my chair broke.  Noticing that my alarm was still going I gave a shove to get up and hit my alarm to get it to stop.  It was then that I noticed that something was wrong....

I hit my head off of the bottom of my bed and when I opened my eyes, my alarm clock was lying in pieces on my desk.  Surprised by that, I looked at my hands.  I had two massive furry paws with big claws.  I looked at the rest of my body and my legs were also like this.  I dropped to all fours because it was significantly more comfortable than trying to balance on my hind legs.  It would appear as though I was a big bear.  I was extremely confused so I looked over to my roommate.  He had sprung up when I cam crashing to the floor. Then he just plopped his head back down into his pillow.  This happened before when he thought it was a dream.  I didn't blame him, I even thought I was dreaming.  I had to figure this out....

It was seven in the morning and I had gotten up in order to move my car and avoid a ticket.  Even if it was a dream, I didn't want to take the chance of getting a ticket.  I decided I was going to try to move my car, because if it was a dream it wouldn't matter anyway.  I needed my keys and my id so I could get back into my dorm.  The keys were easy because I could just bite the ring and have it hanging from my mouth.  The id was the troublesome part.  I decided to just grab that with my teeth too because I felt like I was running out of time to move my car. It was really unfortunate that my clock was broken, otherwise I would have been able to check the time.  I make it out of my room after a few tries.  Then all of the doors to go outside I just had to push so I just lumbered outside and to my car.

I had gotten to the point I hadn't thought of yet. Now I was in public. I was a bear, on a college campus, in Burlington, trying to move a car.  All of the traffic stopped as I walked out of the road to get to the driver's seat.  I had left it unlocked so I didn't have to mess with the key.  My car is pretty much already falling apart, and now I have bear strength.  I was hesitant because I didn't want to tear my door clean off.  Then I realized that I was just about as big as my car. I wouldn't even fit into it if I could get the door open.  I doubt I would ever be able to get the key into the ignition.  The thing was, I didn't want to get a ticket....  How was I going to stop them from giving me a ticket while staying alive.  At this point I gave up thinking it could be a dream because I was doing a lot of thinking and I hadn't woken up yet.  Added on people had probably already called the cops or something to report siting me.  I decided to get out of the road and laid down on the curb on the passenger side of my car to hide from the traffic.  I had to come up with something to do, and then I heard the sirens....

My Metamorphosis

I wake up to my biggest nightmare. Me.
How is this possible? What did I do in life to be punished so badly?I always did what my mother wanted me to do when she asked me. I always cleaned my room, bathroom, took out the trash, and didn't swear around my grandparents. Why was I being punished? Why do I have to have another problem in my life? I am disgusting. I am literally the thing I hate the most. No one will ever be able to see me again. I won't allow that to happen. If I am so disgusted, why would I make others look at me? I am going to move out in the country, where I can be alone. I won't have to struggle to hide, or be afraid of getting stared at and the best part is I won't even have to pass a mirror to remember what I am.

I know I must leave before others see me.
I try to sneak past my parents, but of course, like all of the nights I tried sneaking out in High School, they catch me because like any other morning, they are having a nice sit down breakfast.
"Selena, why are you in a rush?' My mother asked me.
"Are you serious?" I say confused. "Do you not see me..?"
My parents look at each other in confusion wondering why their daughter is acting so strange.
They both get up at the same time and come to console me.
Until they see me.
"OMG!" they screamed in unison. "How did this happen?"
"I woke up like this.." I muttered.

After bringing me to the doctors to see what could have caused the type of transformation, I start to wonder, what if people who liked me when I was normal, don't like me anymore. Am I really at a loss? Clearly if they can't stand me now, than they don't actually like me in the first place. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. If I am going to have to be like this, like the doctor said I might be, than I might as well take advantage of it's few perks, like the fame. A normal teenage girl turned into real life-sized creature. I would soon be on every cover of almost every magazine in the world. People would soon know my name. I would be the one everyone wanted to see and the one everyone wanted to talk about and talk to. A talking, walking, human, in a bug body.
At first I saw myself as a monster, but my vision was jaded. I am a cover story.

The Metamorphosis

It was the night before the big paper was due. The big paper analyzing Kafka’s Metamorphosis story. I was sweating because I had been slacking and hadn’t finished reading the story yet. Yes, I knew it was due the next day but let me tell you, I am one hell of a procrastinator. So having finished the paper at 11:59—with one minute to spare before canvas had a big red LATE stamp on my turned in assignment—I meekly crawled into my cloud of a bed.

The next morning came way too fast. My 11am alarm rang like it always did and I almost smashed my phone in an attempt to turn it off…like I always did. Except this time my hand came down a little more forcefully than it usually did. Upon further inspection my hand was a little more hairy than it usually was as well. At this point I was a little confused as to what was wrong, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next! I ripped back my sheets to reveal—the most shocking unbelievable thing that I had ever seen. A long shriek echoed out of my lungs. It went on so long that I didn’t even realize that I was making a sound anymore. A loud crash of my door shook me out of my tremor as my roommate stared at me. She also screamed but in a much higher pitch than I just had and ran out of the room with her hands in the air.

I had become a boy. I gingerly poked and prodded my body that was squished into tiny hello kitty boxers and a not-so-oversized tee shirt. I couldn’t believe it. I slowly got out of bed—the mattress groaning under the extra weight that I had gained—and walked to the mirror. My mouth dropped open. “Hey well you know, at least I’m a good looking guy!” I thought to myself. But what was I going to wear to class?

Chris, my boyfriend, had taken for ever to come over after I had texted him telling him, "it was an emergency and if he didn’t come now with at least 3 different outfits I would probably die.” (A little over-exaggerated, I know.) I opened the door and to my surprise he didn’t look very surprised.

 All I got out of him was a “hey babe, you look different. Are you wearing makeup today?”

Dumbfounded I stared at him. “Uhh.. Chris, I’m a dude.”

“Oh, that’s why you wanted me to bring the clothes then huh? Well I don’t know how to make outfits because I usually just put on whatever is clean but here ya go,” he said as he handed me the bag of clothes.

I scrambled to put them on. And looked at my reflection in the mirror again. Better now that I wasn’t in size 00 pink boxer shorts, but still not me.

Chris looked me up and down again, “Well, at least you’re a good looking guy?” he offered, shrugging his shoulders.

I punched him and he retracted “Ouch” he said. I was a little stronger than I thought I was. I smiled and threw another *light* punch. I thought to myself as a slight smirk crossed my face, “you know? This may turn out to be a little more fun than I had originally planned.”

My Metamorphosis

I hear my phone's alarm go off and attempt to reach over to shut it off. To my surprise my body feels foreign and won't cooperate with me. I look down and what I see is not me. What I see is not human. What I see is the body of an insect.

I immediately try to scream but no sounds come out, at least not human ones. Just a faint buzz. I look down at my disgusting body along with my tiny forearms and legs and try to figure out what to do. I have class soon but that is the least of my worries. How can I continue living my life as this...this thing. I try to get out of my lofted bed but it is a very taxing task. I eventually use momentum to roll myself off the edge of the bed but I forgot how high I was off the ground. I close my eyes and brace for impact but a weird instinct kicks in. I open my eyes to find out that I'm hovering above the ground.

As I am accessing my current situation I hear a knock at my door. It’s my roommate telling me to get in the shower now or ill miss the shuttle to campus. We have the same class so we usually warn the other if one of us oversleeps. I can’t reply to him and he starts to yell telling me to get my ass out of bed. My door is not looked so he opens it to find a large insect hovering in the middle of the room. All I see in his face is shock and he doesn't say a word. I land and try to stumble my way over to him to try to communicate but he runs away in fear. I just stand on the floor of my room and wait and sure enough he comes back and I make an effort to try to give a sigh of relief. But when I see what he is holding I freeze for in his hand is a bottle of Raid and he is pointing it right at me.

My Metamorphosis: A Furry Paw

I awoke one morning and realized that I had been changed into a cat. I lay there curled up in a ball with my legs wrapped into my stomach and my tail gently swooping around. My whiskers tickle my face as I scrunch my nose and look down at my new body, four furry paws and all.

I stood up and tried to on two of my feet, now paws and realized that I needed to use all four paws. I stretched and cried out in terror because I suddenly had the urge to lick myself. What is happening to me? Am I dreaming? I looked down at the floor, which was quite far away because my bed was very high from the ground. I was scared to get down in fear that I would not be able to work my new four paws correctly. I did not want to cause any damage to myself. It was already 7:15 and my sister would be getting ready for work soon. I was supposed to be watching Connor, my nephew all day. How would my family react to my new body? What would they say I thought to myself? Suddenly I heard the faintest knock on my door.

I tried to speak, but only meows came out. I wasn’t sure what to do. I pounced off my bed onto the couch at the foot of my bed and scampered towards the door with my tail in the air. I now faced the dilemma of how I would open my own door. I did not have hands I only had paws. I would not be able to reach the door handle anyways now that I was so short and unable to walk on just two feet. I began scratching at the door with my claws that were quite sharp in an attempt to get the person to come into my room.  

The knock gets louder and more frequent. My sister must be worried about me. “Linda?” my sister says loudly. “Are you awake? I have to get to work?” My sister slowly opens the door to my room and steps on my tail. OUCH! I meow extremely loudly and run and hide under the bed. My sister follows me and grabs me. “Sorry kitty, have you seen my sister?” I begin to speak in cat voices and she seems to understand me. She continues to hold me as I tell her what happened when I awoke that morning. She stares into my big blue cat eyes and smiles. I am shocked at how calm she is being about this considering I am no longer human. She pats me and I begin purring loudly. I’m a little embarrassed by it because I feel very happy just being held in my sister’s arms. My sister and I continue talking and soon enough my nephew, Connor awakes and runs into my room screaming. My sister picks him up and explains to him that I am now a cat. He begins crying and says, “No! That is not Auntie! That is a cat. Auntie has glasses.” My sister and I begin to chuckle. I lay there in my sister’s arms curled up in a ball wishing I was able to comfort my nephew. I am no longer able to give him a hug or help him color. I begin to cry at the very thought of this because I love my nephew and I always want to be there for him. However, it seems impossible when I am a cat and he does not believe that I am his Auntie. Suddenly, my nephew reached up to pet me and tears were in my eyes. He said, “I love you Auntie, even if you are a cat.”

My Metamorphosis

I awake with a jolt. My eyes tried to open, but something felt off. Why couldn't I see? Wait, its just still dark outside, the sun hasn't risen yet. I try to fall back asleep but can't shake the feeling that something is not quite right. Maybe I just need some coffee, I think to myself, but as I start to roll out of bed I realize that I am doing just that, rolling. My mind is flooded with questions: When did my bed get so big? Why am I so hungry? Everything looks so big and scary. As a fall to the floor my mind finally registers what has happened. I have become a chihuahua. Panic sets in as I hunt for my own pet chihuahua. What if I have become him and he is gone forever? Luckily, moments later, he too tumbles out of bed, just like any other morning. 


I am completely at a loss for what to do so I decide to start of my morning like any other, maybe it will make things normal again. I scurry into the living room, my little claws clacking on the wooden floors. "Ah Chicken my queen!" my roomate says, picking me up. Damnit he thinks I'm our pet. As a open my mouth to shout out, I think for a moment and stop myself. My roomate is talking about making me breakfast? and I don't have to walk anywhere? Maybe I'll keep my mouth shut a while longer... 
My roomate makes me a little cocoon blanket on the couch and goes to make me breakfast. Instantly, I am once again filled with the fear that I am being watched. I try to look around but my eyes can't see much. Suddenly our cat comes up around me, slowly, like he was stalking his prey. My body involuntarily starts to shake and I am ready to admit defeat. But then he returns, with a dish full of food for me to devour and picks me up to safety. My ears perk up as I hear my name being called and I watch my roomate walk into my room. "Huh?" I hear and I realize that he has seen our real chihuahua. My mind races as I try to make excuses for my sudden transformation but the jig is up. He has pieced it all together and is now coming into the living room calling my name. I admit defeat and reply back, surprised how average my voice still is. The cat too is surprised and runs away in confusion. Unsure of how to continue our days, we decided to consult our other roommate. "AHHH TWO CHIHUAHUAS??!!" she says"Nope" I say, and she promptly falls to the floor in shock.

My transformation

            I woke up one morning feeling very strange. I looked around my room and everything looked the same, I felt very confused. When I looked down at my body I was shocked. I was covered in black fur! I began to freak out wondering what had happened to my body while I was asleep. I continued to explore my body and I found that instead of having two legs and two arms, I had four legs with tiny little paws at the bottom. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. Oh my god. I am a cat. A black little fluffy kitten. My initial reaction was to be terrified, but I was too cute to be mad. I needed to figure out how to tell my parents about my transformation and my professors that I would be missing class.
          My door was locked and shut so I had no way of getting out of my room. I began to cry for help but only sounds of faint "meows" came out of my mouth. On the other side of the door I could hear my two cats Moon and Midnight scratching at the door trying to help. At that moment my mom opened the door. She looked down and said "huh... how did we get a third black cat?" She started petting me and talking to me like I was a baby....it was at that moment when she looked into my eyes and realized it was me. I had big brown cat eyes that looked almost identical to my human body. She started to scream because she didn't know what to do. She immediately called my dad into the room who decided to pick me up and cuddle me. My dad said " Jodi, this is Libbys new form and we have to accept her as she is. Maybe one day she will turn back into a human". I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or if my dad was really high on something...No one should EVER be this calm about their daughter turning into a cat! My brother Mitch heard my parents arguing and slowly made his way around the corner of my room. Meanwhile I am still sitting in my dads arms, purring loudly because I feel safe. Mitch looks at me and then looks at my sobbing mother, then at my dad. My dad said "Ya...Lib turned into a cat. I think the best option we have here is to accept her new body". Mitch responded by saying "I am going to grab my bb gun...this shit is weird". I began to panic.
       When Mitch left the room my dad immediately hid me in the hallway closet and told me not to speak. Moon and Midnight were freaking out with their tails puffy and eyes bigger than I have ever seen before. After like an hour of sitting in the dark closet my dad proceeded to bring my a bowl of cat food.....um no. I started to hiss at the bowl and my dad soon discovered that even though I had the body of a cat, there was no way in HELL I was going to eat that nasty food. My dad left to get me something different. I sat there upset wondering if I was just imagining all of this or if I would forever be a cat. At that moment I heard Mitches voice and his footsteps coming towards the closet door....oh no.