Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Who Says What Now?...
Alone, afraid, and hunted, Chris undergoes yet another change.
Why now? I feel the pulsing of the new feature growing and retracting and moving in my vagina, like inside out sex. I had to be careful that I didn't bang into the mop bucket or other potentially noisy things crowded into the closet as I removed the still unfamiliar panties. The last thing in the world that I needed now was to give those bastards a clue to where I was hiding.
At least it was likely to be quieter and less disabling to give birth to the feature than to choke it out of my mouth or nose. And I didn't even want to think about what I had to clean up when the exit of choice had been next door to the current one.
As it grew enough to approach the outside world, the size and shape gave me brief hope that I was getting my best friend back. The thought of that in there, even though it was coming from the wrong direction, made me more aware of how wet I was, and how deep my breathing was becoming. I briefly worried that they would smell my excitement through the locked door.
As the tip of the feature made its way to the outside world, hope gave way to disappointment. It was about the right shape, but the tingling was in the wrong place. A tail. I was getting a fracking tail.