Oh No, Why Now - Cow TFHiroko burst into the bathroom faster than the poor victims of the cafeteria’s much hated “hamburger day.” Which, she realized with a shudder, was a very ironic thing to think. Not that she had any time to dwell on awkward comparisons.
She zipped from stall to stall to make sure no one was in there with her. It was the middle of class, so it was unlikely, but she wasn’t about to take any chances.
It was only once she made absolutely sure she was alone that she took her hand out of her shirt to inspect the damage. It was as she suspected: where there should’ve been five fingers, there were instead a pair of quickly graying blocky nubs. She tapped them against the sink, and barely felt the solid tink of bones hitting tile. It had only been pure luck that she noticed her hands starting to change color in class, if in the time it took to get to the bathroom it had already gone this far.
It seemed this was going to come on fast. As if it happening at all wasn