Zoe was still sitting in the corner, and suddenly realized she was alone. "Hey," she called, but they were already gone. She scowled. "Screw them," she said. She preferred to be alone anyway.
She began to explore. She had been feeling strange, as if she was still changing. She climbed up the stairs, which took some effort in itself, and went into the bathroom where fortunately the door was open, and climbed up on the toilet seat to look at herself in the mirror.
She knew she was tiny, but she hadn't really noticed the other changes till she saw them in the mirror. She had a layer of black hair all over her body, a bit like a gorilla or ape, except for her hands, feet, and face.
Her nose had flattened into her face. The face itself had big eyes, the skin around it was soft, and a bit chubby, and her hair looked like a mane down her shoulders. In her opinion, she looked disgustingly cute, like one of the stuffed animals she'd kept on her bed when she was a little kid.
None of the changes had hurt, at least, but she hoped there was some way to get out of spending the rest of her life this way.
