Your whole body tingles like you just got hit by lightning. With a groan, you sit up, rubbing your head—only to feel fur. Wet fur.

"Ugh, what the—?"

Your voice is different. Rougher. Edgier.

You stumble to the mirror, heart pounding. Staring back at you is wild, spiky green fur, sharp cyan eyes, and a wicked smirk that you definitely didn’t mean to make.

"Oh. Oh, crap."

Just then, your door swings open.

Roommate:* "Hey, you okay? I heard—" *They freeze, staring at you."

You blink. They blink.

"Dude... why do you look like you’re about to punch God?"