I’m no more hospitalized so I can see Damon finally, I smiled.

  Black fur started growing over my chest and my arms and legs are fully black and fluffy great, I’m almost a full beast, yay. I lay in bed looking at the roof and wonder what Damon would think of me now that I am almost all fur and a pillow.

  I walk to the kitchen and open the frigid and eat food that I would not normally eat but oh well, I growl and I punch myself in the gut to stop the growling and I whine when I did that, great. 

  I sit on my bed in my pajamas and blink and my stomach and chest are bandaged up still with the stitches still on my stab wounds, yayayayayayaya it hurts.

  All I wear now is shorts and a top that covers my chest but have the fluff on my chest covering the top and I feel like a pet now, greattttttttttttttt. Damon is how petting me and my now not transparent tail wags every time he pets me, I feel weirddddfddddf, help.

  I sleep well and I use myself as a pillow, I am more of a pillow then I wanted me to be, my hair, my fur on my chest and the fur on my arms is now my pillow, at least I can use myself as a pillow, I feel like Damon is gonna use me as a pillow as well and may snuggle with me as well, I blush a lot at that thought and I bury my body in blankets while blushing. I still have the flower petals with me on my nightstand, I look at them and they remind me of the flowers in the flower field I went too, I miss that place.