The disease continued its fantastic work. I could watch my bed seem to get bigger as the day went on; of course, I knew that the bed wasn't changing size, but that I was shrinking.
Of course, that was only part of the change that was happening to me. Painted white fur was growing all over me, and my nose and mouth were pushing forward into a snout. A nurse put a mirror close to my bed, so I wouldn't have to keep climbing in and out of bed; because of that, I could see that my painted ears were getting bigger and rounder, and moving up the sides of my head.
When I grew a painted tail, I realized exactly what was happening: I was becoming a cartoon mouse; one of the small ones, if my diminishing stature was any indication.
"How are we feeling?" the nurse asked.
"I'm not half the girl I used to be," I replied. "Literally; I'm less than half my original size."
"Yes," she said, "I can see how that would be upsetting; not a lot of guys have ended up shrinking as a result of the change."
"Not a lot of girls, either."
She smiled sadly. "Well, whatever brought this upon us, it spreads readily; maybe you won't be lonely for too long."
"But I still won't be able to do anything."
"So? You've seen enough cartoon mice; how many of them have jobs? Don't they just live in somebody's home, and take what they need? Which reminds me: What would you like us to bring you for lunch?"
"I sure could go for a wheel of cheese."
She chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."
Well, it wasn't a wheel of cheese; but it was more cheese than I'd seen outside of a whole charcuterie board.
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