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No...I am NOT turning into a little purse yap-dog!
🕑 Added 2025-08-01 02:01:22 +0000 UTC"But I DESPISE those kids of girls! I'm not...vapid, or airheaded...and I can't help being blonde! Please, stop this, change us back! W-why..."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the mysterious woman rolled her eyes one last time, blew her a kiss, and rounded the corner out of sight.
She was shrinking, growing shorter...the ground was so much closer than it used to be. Darlene towered over her, but was wracked with her own struggles...her hair was falling out and her face was shifting, re-orienting, her visage growing more and more feral. She watched as her friend's eyes crossed and uncrossed, confusion washing over her face, her tongue lolling from her mouth. Her head...her skull seemed to be compressing, and it looked to be affecting her brain...
Darlene knelt and pawed at her, hard, gripping her belly. "N-not dog...nu...no, dog no, not...don't...dog..." her words faltered, and all that came out afterward were high-pitched canine yaps. She wanted to comfort her, to tell her she'd find a way to fix this, but truth be told...it was becoming more and more difficult to focus, to think in complete phrases that made any sort of sense "Not...dog..." She was growing dizzy...there was a general sense of malaise and fear, but the source of those feelings was becoming ever more abstract and distant...she wanted to...to yell, to express her confusion to the world...and an instant later there were two misshapen creatures, yapping at nothing in the street.
