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The Night Princess Woofs: Day 1
🕑 Added 2022-09-08 13:00:25 +0000 UTCDefinitely a start at least, Kendrick thought, gazing upon his reflection. The sight was exciting, but a little bit nerve wracking. He could hear his heartbeat quickening.
Piercing through his black hair already, streaks of blue ran through. Not just any blue either, but a sparkling, piercing sapphire blue. It seemed to radiate under the dim lights of his bathroom. He could almost be certain he saw a sparkle in the threads every so often.
He ran a hand over his cornrows. He could sense the hair was lighter than before, smoother to a degree where the blue ran through. The density was lacking, blue hairs no longer so tightly bundled and weaved as before.
Curiously, there seemed to be more hair growth between each row, blue filling in. Even the cornrows themselves felt longer in the back and a bit more freeform and flowing. He could definitely see the early beginnings of what soon would be a lovely mane.
But he was being too distracted by his head hair. Looking down at the rest of himself, there was more hair to look at. Or, better to say, fur to look at.
Any body hair of his had been replaced by dark blue fuzz. Shorter and finer, they looked more akin to fur upon his skin. In fact, there seemed to be more of it than before, cloaking most of the top of his arms and a lot of his chest. Soon enough, none of his skin would be visible.
He took a deep breath and let it out. That was fine. It was all part of the process. Just go with it and soon, he’ll be the perfect princess he could be.
He looked at his hands. His fingernails were looking a bit sparklier too, less chewed on. There seemed to be a pale, sky bluish tone to his nail. Not sure how I feel about this…
He shook his head and grabbed his shirt from the counter. Whatever. What’s done is done. Things are going faster. I should be ready for that costume whenever it shows up.
He pulled the shirt over his head and put his arms through the sleeves. Looking at himself and then at his reflection, his shirt seemed baggier than yesterday.
Running a hand down his sides, he nodded. Muscle definition and the work he had put in had been slightly shaved off. Guess he would have to find something more fitting sooner than he expected.
That was probably going to be a frequent theme of the week in hindsight.
