As Tom walked home, he became increasingly disturbed by his predicament. The change alone was disturbing, but this was something else. He felt different. Like not himself.
When he reached for the front door of his house, he noticed that more things had changed. On his hands were fingerless black and white striped gloves and his nails were all painted black. How did he not notice all of that happening on his way home? He must have been deeper in his thoughts than he thought.
He walked inside, hoping no one would see him, then headed to his room.
