There is a group of seven young ladies who buy friendship stuffed animals when they are children. They keep them with them always as a sign of their friendship. Now - even though they are in their mid to late twenties - they still carry the stuffed...
Spread on the bed, Cooky blinked open his eyes. The white hotel ceiling greeted him. He tried to move his head away from the ceiling to look beside him when he froze. Laying beside him weren't his stuffed companions. Instead he noticed that he was in a dog pile with six men. Sitting up slowly, he realized that he too was a man. He gripped at the pink sweatshirt covering his chest for a moment before looking down at the gray sweatpants and the bare feet.
"No way..." he whispered as he sprung out of bed.
Having never used legs before, he nearly ended up face first into the dresser as he stumbled out of bed. Cooky slammed into the dresser instead with his side, gripping it with his hands to keep him steady for a moment. Once he was able to balance, he moved to walk towards the sink opposite the bathroom where the mirror was, grabbing stuff all along the way to make sure he stayed upright. When he saw his very human reflection in the mirror, he gasped in shock.
"No way!"
Even though Cooky was beyond shocked right now, he knew that he needed to wake up the others so they could realize their new reality too. He tried to hold on to various objects as he made his way back over to the bed where the other six remained sleeping.
"Guys! Guys! Wake up! We're men!" Cooky shouted, shaking each and every other member on the bed.
As Cooky shook them, he got them to illicit groans as they all shuffled and rolled over until they were a worse tangle of limbs than before. Cooky had no way of being able to tell who was who since they were all human now, so he grabbed the leg of the one hanging partially off the end of the bed and tugged it hard.
"Wake up!"
Cooky didn't realize how strong his human body was, yanking the man's sweatpants halfway down before launching him completely off the bed and onto the hotel floor. The man let out an 'oof' as his back hit the vacant bed opposite. His eyes opened, looking over at Cooky with a mixture of horror and shock on his face.
"Who are..."
He paused when he realized he was speaking, putting a hand to his mouth.
"I'm Cooky," he said as he looked at the man in shock on the ground. "Which one are you?"
"Tata," he said as he brought his hand away from his mouth to look at it, flexing his fingers. "What's going on Cooky?"
"I dunno," he said. "But whatever's going on...maybe it'll help us find our owners. Save them even."
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Fancy seeing all of you here again.
I know that I shouldn't be doing another "Coming Soon" teaser when I have so many works going on, but I couldn't help myself. I know that all of you will be patient with me while I write them all. At least I hope you will be.
