You're royally fucked.

Today was your birthday, you were getting transmutated. Unlike every other "normal" teenager, you were mortified. Why?

Because one, your body is going to contort in unimaginable ways, two, you'll become a freak of nature, three it's going to hurt like a bitch, and four, you'll become a monster.

At the moment you're stalling, hiding from your guardian until they suspect anything. Your door is locked and they think you're asleep. You have time to plan to either somehow convince them not to do this, or book it and make your escape.

You're trying to distract yourself, trying to calm yourself down by scrolling on the internet. That is how you usually cope. Only this time it wasn't working. It's hard to calm down to a video of mario shaking ass when you're in fear for your life. You shakily sigh, clicking off the tab and opening Pesterchum. Surely messaging your chums will help?

You check your inbox, 11 messages from Dave. You really didn't want to deal with the guy, ever since he transmutated he's become an asshole. Even more of an asshole than he was before, and that's saying something. Even though he's changed, he's still... Dave in his own fucked up way. You miss the guy. You hesitantly click the message, bracing yourself for his bullshit.

--turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering you at 8:30 AM--

TG: happy birthday champ TG: youre gonna grow some balls and get transmutated TG: proud of you TG: you better not pussy out like john or else ill be utterly disappointed in you TG: eh its whatever TG: youre getting transmutated whether you like it or not anyways TG: you dont really have a choice in the first place TG: heh TG: dont underestimate the sheer might of the davemeister the ultimate crowmaster TG: the crowmageddon TG: swimming in all these bitches who want this crow action like damn