Lulu

“Fucking great…”

His voice dipped low, a change that he was not used to. Lulu tossed the lace shirt to the side, realizing that there was no point even trying to put on the outfit they had already outgrown so quickly. Life was a rough adjustment trying to acclimate since the virus activated.

They’d remembered that fateful day, it was only a check up, but a pamphlet was placed in their hands. Hands that were once so small and delicate.

Living while transforming: your options adapting to your new Demi form

The entire conversation was a blur, the doctor’s voice seemed so distant. Talks of physical changes, their body producing new hormones, genital shifting. The dumbass smiling tiger and rat Demi humans stared back at them mockingly almost like they were taunting them.

“You have options Miss Fawkes, we’re been researching means of slowing the progression it's up to you whether or not you want to trial the treatment or fully commit to your new identity.”

Lulu didn’t feel different, thinking it was just a misdiagnosis. The doc was a quack and Lulu was actually fine. However, a week after things began to feel off.

Day one started with a pounding headache and two teeny protrusions on either side of their head. Having to leave work early and crawl in the darkness of his bedroom. They tried telling themself that maybe they'd hit their head, it wasn’t that deep. However, what was more alarming was trying to eat dinner. Their tooth fell out tinking softly on the plate. The dental loss was tragic leaving Lulu sobbing. Lulu always made it a point to take care of their teeth, so what the fuck did they do to deserve this? Eventually, all four canine teeth rotted that night leaving little gummy sockets.

Day two wasn’t much better, scheduled brunch with a tinder date. They broke 3 razors trying to shave the dense hair growing on their underarms and legs. In the end, they just covered up head to toe to avoid any questions, especially since the bumps were growing rapidly.

Trying to navigate missing teeth while not making as ass of themself was less than an ideal situation. Especially when all Lulu wanted to eat was a 20 ounce steak with no fucking teeth. But that wasn’t Lulu’s biggest concern, the most pressing issue was the bubbling agitation. The primal desire to take their date and ruin them right there on the bistro tablet. It would only be a small display of dominance, that Lulu is the top apex and in charge. But before Lulu could do anything too harsh the date abruptly ended due to an “emergency” and definitely not that Lulu was profusely sweating and salivating.

Day three wasn’t much better. An emotional rollercoaster of dismay as Lulu’s body rapidly transformed. Lulu's body going from once a delicate frame to sturdy bulk and towering legs. Doorways were difficult with the sudden increase in shoulder width, bumping their head on doorways, arms effortlessly defined, back muscles sculpted and

But now, two years have passed and the virus ran its course, finally completed its manifestation. Theyd fully isolated themself from the outside world, suddenly quitting their job to work remotely so no one had to see their in this new form. But today they are making an attempt at reconnecting with the outside world. It will be a quick walk to the bodega, their therapist told them take things one step at a time.