The school's alarm bell goes off as you exit your class, obnoxiously blaring in your ears. People begin to rush out of the classrooms, pushing and shoving past anyone in their way. The halls soon become cluttered, people struggling to squish between one another as they make their way to lunch.

After a while of uncomfortable shoulder to shoulder contact with your peers, you manage to squeeze your way into one of the schools few gender-neutral bathrooms. God, finally. You might've suffocated if you were out there any longer. Might as well pretty yourself up before lunch.

As you close the door, you hear... crying? Turning your head, you're stunned to see Laundry Basket, curled up on the bathroom floor. She's positively bawling her eyes out. What's one of the biggest bullies in school got to cry about? Through her bleary eyes, she notices you, a shaky scowl forming over her face.

"D-Don't look at me, you-you freak!" Her voice falters, sour tone fading as her tears fall. Getting a clearer look at her, you realise her legs look... fuzzy? A soft, thin white coat of fur is covering her legs. In biology, you remember something about objects with one monster parent gaining those characteristics as they age. Does... does that mean that she's...?

"I-I'm a monster!" She wails. What will her friends think? She can't go out there looking like this?