Then suddenly, there was a barrage of changes. My chest swelling outward, pushing forward, becoming more muscular, more manly, my hoodie splitting open by itself to accomodate. My arms getting larger, my fingers melding together. Perhaps the most notable change was my skin - as the t-shirt I wore underneath under the hoodie melted away off my chest, it revealed that my skin was turning a bright, lobster red. And over what had changed, there were thick lines of what looked like ink surrounding them - like a cartoon.

I smiled, and it spread without warning into a grin, but I didn't really mind it. There was a weird swelling sensation in my head, and it felt like one of my eyes - the right - had just grown bigger than the left. There was a weight on my head. A turban.

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i seem to have a thing for forced/involuntary grins, i don't know why

art by  -hornbuckle-