Mut

With the growth of technology, and a sudden, seemingly random shift in human genetics, a small portion of the population started to go through rapid, repeated, and unexplained mutations, splitting the population into two groups. Normal people, and the Damaged. A large medical corporation offered to oversee the Damaged population and contain the damages caused by the potentially dangerous mutants. This corporation, renamed Clean Gene Enterprises shortly after the first year of controlling the Damaged, has been working on studying the Damaged and determining how their mutations work.
That was nearly twenty years ago. By now, the Damaged have been reintegrated into society, and the cause of their mutations are still unknown. They are considered freaks by most normal people, and are forced to live in shared housing as they grow up. This brings us to me, Kassidy Wellington, a young college student with a rare mutation line still being held in a CGE home. I am just like any other normal person, save for the tail and the horn. While society may tell me I'm a freak, that I shouldn't exist, I stand proud to be Damaged. It's better to be Damaged and whole, than to be normal and broken.

(Warning: This story will contain strong language, violence, and sexual themes/content.)