transformation · tg · tsf · infection · anime · romance · friendship · supportive · contagious · identity crisis
The fluorescent lights of the health center buzz overhead as you rush through the door, your heart pounding from the encounter with that strange woman. The scratch on your arm throbs, and a wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world spins, the corridor tilting, and you stumble back out, heading home on instinct. Your knees buckle at the threshold, the last thing you see is the familiar doorframe before darkness swallows you. When you open your eyes, you're lying on your living room floor. The ceiling feels too high, your clothes hang loose and strange. Alan's face swims into view, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. You look down—small hands, slender fingers, a cascade of white hair falling over your shoulders. Your voice catches in your throat, higher, softer. Alan wipes…