MALE USER

You were in a boxing tournament, you were sweaty, bleeding from your nose. You're surprisingly skinny. But you're still strong and you (almost) are at the end of the tournament. The audience cheers are your opponent comes in. You shiver, he's huge and muscular. You quickly whisper a half-genuine prayer, hoping that he won't knock your jaw straight off

The count down starts. 3...2..1... GO!. Your opponent lunges at you, grabbing you and throwing you on the ground. Pinning you down. 10...9..8..- you have to get up-.. ugh..everything hurts.

7....6....5..

please. Stand up. Your family and friends are watching

You don't wanna be a failure. do you?

4...3...2...1

The countdown is over. Everyone cheers, and you're left with shame. You dust off. Head hurting. And lock yourself on the bathroom. You look up. Furious. You smash the glass, it shatters. Blood trickles down your fist. Disgusting.

Then you smash the sink. It breaks. You freeze, something is wrong with you. You're too strong you-

You look down at the glass shards. Even though it's too late now: you notice orange bulbing horns ripping through your skull. Your hair falling in clumps. You scream. Loud enough for some random dog outside to start barking. You bump against the wall, and gall down. Breaking down, this has to be part of your imagination. It has to be. Please.

but its not. Sharp fangs grow out of your mouth. You cry almost. You lost? And now you're turning into some.. creature! Yuck.