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Consider this a forum game. An experiment. We're taking hapless people through their first change. Each person posts a sentence, and we try to draw it out as long as we can. If at any point the change is done, we start again with a new character.

I'll start.
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Naomi frowned, rubbing at her aching shoulder; it had healed well during the past month, but it still drove her crazy.

Heh. I'll give it a shot.
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Even though she knew many days had passed since the attack, the memory of the searing pain from the dog's fangs ripping into her flesh replayed itself in waking and in sleep.

ok me next!
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Her heart sank as she stared at the digital clock on her bedstand, it's glowing green face read 2:00 am.

I'll give it a go

Her gaze fell upon the window to the full moon outside; it seemed to glow a light shade of blue, its light flooding her bedroom.

Ripping her eyes from the sky she flopped over backwards onto her bed, and thought back to the dog attack...

Naomi frowned; 'That was the biggest dog I have ever seen; more like a wolf or something...'.

"And the eyes!" she muttered out loud. Shed never seen eyes like that on any dog, or wolf for that matter.

This looks like fun. I'll give it a whack.

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As she puts her hand on what used to be a scar, she happens to feel that something is wrong.

Something wrong...she had forgotten something, something just on the edge of her memory and just on the tip of her tongue.

As the seconds ticked by, she was forgetting more and more, something about her was changing.

Trying to shake herslef awake Naomi stumbled into the bathroom and flicked on the light.

She is startled by the image she sees in the mirror.

mwahahaha...I'm a legendary now... *cough* just thought I'd say that...
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Two golden eyes stare back at her with growing intensity.

Cool, i'll throw some into this

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She stared in amazement "What's happening?", as her eyes glowed eirrely in the light.

She stared in amazement when something else caught her eye.

She says, "Is that a tail?" as she is looking herself over.

It was so surreal, so nonsensical, but there it was, writhing against her rump, a pink fleshy nub of a tail.

She could feel it slowly growing, her spine lenghting painfully.

She bit her lower lip, a tugging sensation in her ears as they twitched and tapered to points.

She should have been scared, and she knew it, but everything just seemed too unreal, too dreamlike, for it to be really happening.

Naomi lifted one hand up to find a fine matting of fur growing on the back of it, the nails darkening and lengthing as they became claws, her palm becomeing calessed and puffy.

Her gums bled, canines distending as an ache seeped into her jaw.

Her body began, strange as it sounds, to feel incredibly itchy. The itch distracted her from the pain long enough to shed her clothes. In spite of herself, she wanted to fully see how her body was changing, morbid curiousity spurring her on. The itch, she realized, was from her clothes, rubbing against the fur slowly pushing out from her skin, the color and texture dark and smooth.

Man, I missed a lot when my comp. crashed (stupid aol )

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She then felt her jaw begin to ache even more now, but not just from her teeth, this was something else. Looking back in the mirror, Naomi was almost horrified when she saw her face begin to reshape and extend into what looked like a muzzle.

Her skull streched with a series of cracks and pops; her newly formed fangs now fitted in comfertably.