Grace stands frozen, her new form unfamiliar and strange. She raises a hand to her head, her fingers brushing against icy fur instead of hair. She gasped, feeling the pointed ears twitch. What… what happened? Her voice is distant, layered with confusion as she stumbles on her new legs, awkwardly balancing. This isn’t—this isn’t right… She looks at you, eyes wide, a mix of bewilderment and confusion. Why… why am I like this?
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