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And I'll be happy to see

Those nice, young men

In their clean, white coats

-Napoleon XIV's "They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha-Haaa!"

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Based on Von Kreiger's "New Found Form"

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She woke up in a small room.

The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes. She wasn't sure what was going on. Mommy and Daddy had gone downstairs. She had lain in bed, enjoying that quiet time of moring before mommy came in and yelled at her. She had heard them pouring milk, then some strange noises for a while.

Then the helicopters.

She had sprung from her bed, and there it was, a real helicopter, with men in black throwing those smoky-thingies at the house. And then she had fallen asleep, right there by the window.

And now here she was.

Greyish walls, covered in some soft substance. There was a door, and a flap in it, like the kind Anna Johnson's cats used when they wanted to get in. She tested it, and it was locked. The door didn't have a knob on the inside. There was a big mirror on the wall by the door, with a speaker like the one in that drive-thru at that burger place mommy liked to go to.

The girl looked down. She wasn't in her nightgown, she was in some sort of green thing.

She wondered if she was in the hospital.

She wondered if that Irish doctor mommy liked was about to come walking in.

"Hello, Tana."

Tana, spooked, immediately skittered under the cot she had been lying on. "Daddy?" she said, peering out.

"No, Tana. We're taking care of you for a little while."

Tana looked up at the bottom of the cot and considered her options. If they had been planning to do anything bad to her, they would've don it already. But maybe they needed her to be awake.

"Tana?"

"Yeah?"

Of course, it could always be Dr. McDrooly or whatever Mommy said his name was.

The voice was silent for a few minutes. Somewhere, Tana heard a hissing noise. It only lasted a few seconds, then it stopped.

"Feel strange, Tana? Any tinglings? Waves of pleasure?"

"No. Should I?"

"Never mind," the voice said, and sighed. "Would you like to talk? Just talk, for a while."

"Oookay." She sat on the floor, her hands clutching the end of her crossed legs in the manner of little girls throughout history. "Whaddya want to know?"

"About you."

"Okay!" Deep breath, then a singsong. "My name is Tana Alice Montgomery. I live in Batesville, Arkansas. I was born on-"

The speaker suddenly squealed. "Sorry," said the voice. "Feedback. Go on."

Tana scowled at the speaker. "How am I s'posed to talk about myself if you won't let me taaalk?"

"I said sorry."

Sigh. "Grown-ups. My mom is Alice Jane Montgomery, formerly Allen, and my daddy is James Keith Montgomery. My social security number is-"

"That's enough," cut in another voice. This one was harder, like the tailpipe on Daddy's Harley after it got left outside one winter. Her leg had brushed against it, just for a second, on her way to meet Carl on the sidewalk-

"Would you like something to eat?"

"I am kinda hungry..."

A few silent minutes, and a sandwich-laden tray slid through the slot in the door. Tana caught a glimpse of a pale, institutionalized linoleum

easy wipe

floor.

The girl looked at the plate as she chewed meditatively. It had a swirly-thing on it and said Property of Ape-

"Tana?"

She looked up.

"Notice anything different now?"

"Yep." She swallowed. "This sandwich tastes funny."

"The mayo must be a little bad."

Tana stopped chewing. "I didn't say it was the mayo."

Pause.

"I noticed it going bad earlier." The first voice, the friendly one. "I told this guy that we had to throw it out, but nooo, he wouldn't listen. Would you like some milk?"

"Naw, I'm good." The sandwich was a little dry, though. Tana cocked her head in a moment of curiousity. "Is this a turkey sandwich? It tastes like a turkey sandwich."

"It's a turkey sandwich."

"Good! Y'all have any tea?"

"No, fresh out. Are you sure you don't want milk?"

"Yes I'm sure!" she fumed. "What kinda babysitter are you! Don't even have tea-" Tana subsided into an angry mumble for a few minutes. "And tell me why I'm in this room! Why am I in this room? Where'd my parents go? Did y'all ask permission to bring me here? Did they say it was okay? I'll bet you didn't. I'll bet you didn't, did you?"

Another silence. Tana couldn't figure out if they were amused or simply trying to think up an answer.

"Your parents don't mind, Tana," said the older voice.

Silence.

"Did you go to church?"

"Yeah, but I didn't like it. I have to wear those silly pink dresses. Y'all have to wear dresses?"

"No," said the first voice.

"Are you laughing at me? I chan tell when y'all are laughing at me!"

"I'm not laughing."

"Why're y'all askin' me all these questions?"

"It's important to gain an appropriate sample of your psychological state in order to monitor any changes in it." said the second voice.

"What?"

"It's homework. Did you like school?"

Tana snorted. "No."

There was a brief, awkward silence.

"Do you like boys, Tana?"

"Eeew! Naw, boys are gross"

"Why?"

"They're always playin' in puddles and with frogs and stuff. One time, I saw Luke Fisher catch a frog in the pond, and then eat his fries with that same hand!"

"What happened?"

"Nothing, but it was still..."

She trailed off. Her arm was twitching, and it felt funny, like lots of little wires right under her skin. Hot and cold together, like the time she stuck a paper clip into the socket

Daddy got so mad

and as she watched, her nails and fingers lengthened. She grabbed at that arm with the other one, trying to get it to stop, and that one was all funny too-

"What-" she got out before the fire raced to the rest of her body. She fell to the floor, and started twitching, as it wormed it's way into her arms, her legs, her face, pulling them like taffy.

"Something's happening."

It was a white fire around her groin and chest, wrapping into constricting coils around her waist even as her legs grew into paws and the nails turned to claws.

"mommy help me"

bones creaking

"daddy help me"

limbs lengthening

"someone please oh please help me and protect me"

muscles and fat and lubricant being spung from nothing

"Are you getting this?"

Tana barely heard them, sunk in her body's rebellion. Her cries for aid sunk now to the level of nonsense words, as lightning trickled down her mind, her spine-

"Yes, sir. She's gaining mass from nowhere."

"Incredible."

"There's a 10-degree temperature drop in her immediate area."

The thing that had been Tana stopped twitching.

"She's stopped."

"Air's warming back up."

She shook her head.

"She's waking up."

If Tana had still cared about such things, she would've caught supressed excitement in the statement. As it was, all she did was roll over onto her side with a whruff.

"What...what do you think she's become?"

"I'm guessing some sort of half-canid. We'll need to gather samples. Do you still have the aeresolizer ready?"

She can hear them talk, right through the glass.

"Yeah, but it's empty. We used up the gas when we sprayed the first sample, before we decided to try food."

"Right, right. We'll have to try some sort of knockout gas."

"Is that safe? We don't even know what her metabolism is."

She can hear their heartbeats.

She can smell the spunk in the mayo that's still on the plate, and it excites her. Some of that same smell is leaking under the door, like a cold mist. She pads around the cell, noting the boundaries.

"We're getting some weird chemical spikes. Doesn't look like any compound the database has ever seen before."

Tana sniffed at the glass, laid a paw on it. Their hearts sped up fractionally.

"She can't get in, right?

"Right. That's military-grade A bulletproof glass." The heartbeat moved closer to the window. "You couldn't get through there with a bazooka."

Tana sniffed, and bought her paw back-and forward-with blinding speed.

"Son of a-"

Heartbeat barely gets out of the way before she bursts through the window. He scambles toward a doorway as she takes stock. There's a console next to this side of the two-way glass, with a mike, screens, even the chemical levels in her cell. A young man is seated at it, with a biohazard container and a glass behind him, and she pads toward him, ignoring the older man leaves through the door.

"St-stay back!" he said. His heart beat faster. Prey. She growls, just to frighten him, to feel him start to lose control.

Nowhere to run. She grabbed his ankle as he tries to get away, pulls him to her along the polished linoleum.

"Please don't hurt me!" he blurts, closing his eyes, fully expecting to be turned into one of those monsters. In his fear addled mind, he expected some sort of tentacles. He is surprised, a few seconds later, to receive a gentle lick across his face, and opened them to find a half-human wolf standing over him, offering him one of his breasts.

He stares at it.

"I couldn't," he says automatically.

She offers it again.

"No, really, I'm good." Maybe he could still get out of this.

She grabs him and forces his mouth open, kneading her breast until the milk spills out of it, falling all across his face, and most of it going into his mouth. And then she hold his nose, as he tries to tilt his head to the side-

No choice but to swallow.

He lies there, sputtering, as she steps back. "What-" he says, and swallows proper. "What did you do to _meee_AAHH!"

His query is cut off as the convulsions hit, warping his body much faster than Tana's. The fur started growing almost immediately, even as his waist shrank and his chest swelled. Strangely, his face made the same sound as the girl's had, even though his screams were different. They scaled up as they progressed, interrupted by his entire head being reshaped. She announced her new form by splattering her new body and then panting quietly, taking a few minutes to recover.

The creature that had been Tana felt a faint pang of jealousy. She hadn't gotten a penis. Her attention was diverted by the sound of boots around the bend of the hallway the older man disappeared down.

She smells leather and gun oil and sweat and fear

Men in black outfits round the corner, and take a firing stance. They're wearing helmets, thickly padded armour, and gas masks. Just like in the video games.

She can smell what they're carrying. Guns

bullpup selective fire custom ammo

pepper bombs tasers gas grenades. Behind them, the older voice.

"No bullets! I want her alive!"

Tana's lips curl back in something that approximates a smile.

"Funny," she says to herself. "That's just what I was thinking."