Lyanne looked at her hands. Or, rather, what had formerly been her hands. Now, her normally thin, gentle fingers had been replaced with monstrous versions of themselves - they were longer, crueler, and tipped with savage claws. She went to clutch her mouth in horror but found it had extended into a snout filled with long, sharp teeth. Her scream came out as a howl and she collapsed onto the ground, her long purple hair flowing down and shielding her face from the sun streaming in through the window.
What is happening to me?