For the next day, nothing seemed to change whatsoever. It wasn't until nightfall that things began to get strange for Helena. She was watching TV as the sunset. In a few hours she'd get ready for patrol. So word from Oracle, so she had to assume she was free that night.
She scratched her arm absentmindedly as she watched. Suddenly she felt a bit thirsty. Standing up, she walked over to the fridge to get a drink of whatever struck her as good. Normally that was a bottle of water, but her eyes fell on the carton of milk. Licking her lips, she grabbed it and opened it, drinking straight from it. Now she felt hungry. Nothing in the fridge looked good...
Checking the cabinets, she found a can of tuna. <i>Huh. Yeah, a quick sandwich will be fine,</i> she thought, scratching again. She couldn't tell that her eyes were now yellow and slit like a cat's. Opening the can, she reached for the bread when the smell hit her nose. It was so good...she...she couldn't wait! Using her fingers, she shoved the still wet tuna into her mouth, licking the juices as they ran down her chin. As she wolfed down the can, things began to happen at a more rapid pace.
Her ears became pointed as fur began to sprout on her body, the fur growth the cause of her itching body. Her nose turned black as her sense enhanced. As she feasted on the next can of tuna, a low rumble began to form in the back of her throat. By the time she had finished all the tuna, what had been a human being was now a brown furred cat-girl.
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