*Benjamin*
Elsie finally lets me enter, and instead of fumbling, she hands me the key to her apartment. She rushes in before me, and I turn and close the door behind us, locking it tight. When I turn back around, I find her pulling her clothes off as she falls to the floor.
Her left arm is sprouting feathers, just as I saw on her hand on the street, but her right hand is shifting to a hoof. She pulls her legs to her as I see her shoulder dislocate itself. I reach down to try to comfort her, but she’s even more hot than she was at the coffee shop.
“Elsie,” I say, but I’m unsure she can hear me. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” she whimpers.
I stand and look around, opening a door to reveal the bathroom. There’s no tub, only a standing shower, but it is better than nothing. Quickly
