Mutant Me

Mutant Me

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As I sit curled up in the corner with my eyes shut tight, my body aching, my ears flat against my head, and my tail wrapped around my bony body. I'm a freak. Know you either saying what is a young girl like you thinking that or don't let what other people say or do get to you. We'll wake up and smell the coffee. It's not that easy when you know it's true. I have bright lilac eyes, medium choppy auburn hair, two auburn ears at the top and of my head their soft with black tips and white fuzzy inside. Then I have a bushy long auburn tail with a black tip.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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