“Ugh, my spine is killing me.” I said as I looked into my computer screen and saw my face stare back at me.  “What’s wrong with me? I’ve been feeling awful the past few days now, its only getting worse and worse.” I could feel a bone in my hand popping. I looked down and it looked fine to me. I still had the ring that my ex-boyfriend had given to me before we separated on, and it was always painful to look at, but I couldn’t take it off.  I looked down at my feet and realized that they were getting very tight and constrained, and it was starting to hurt really badly. “Oww…” I said softly as I scooted back to try to get them off before they burst.  The strain was so tight that it actually felt like my feet were getting bigger and more rounded.  The pain grew and grew until I couldn’t take it anymore and I tried racing to get the shoes off.  Suddenly my right hand started twitching and I saw that grey hairs were starting to sprout all over my arm.
“What the fuck is going on?!” I cried out in fear. Soon it felt like my bones in my feet started shifting around and pushing up against my shoes more and more. “Mom! Dad! Help me!” I screamed, but got no response from either of them. I then remembered that my parents were both at a meeting for work and weren’t going to be back for at least another 3 hours. I began panicking as my fingers started to stiffen and began folding downward uncontrollably. “Oh god, whats happening to me? My bones are cracking…  It hurts so much!” I screamed as I used my other hand to try and stop my fingers from shifting, but I couldn’t stop it. My ring was getting lost in growing hair that was covering my entire hand, and pretty soon, it broke in half and fell to pieces on the ground. The pain was unbearable in my hands, and my feet were still being put under unbearable pressure in my shoes. “I have to get these off!” I screamed as I tried bending downward to try to remove the laces. As I brought my hand closer and closer to the shoe, I could feel my palms growing a soft padded surface. It somewhat tickled, but couldn’t shake off the pain going on everywhere else. I managed to get one shoe off before both my hands had completed changing into what looked like paws of an animal.
“Please someone! Help me!!! It hurts so mu-!” I said before I started screaming at the sight of the shoeless foot. My foot was pushing out further and further and was starting to tear the fabric on the sock, but that wasn’t what scared me so much.  My foot wasn’t my foot anymore, it resembled a cat’s paw.
“Oh god no! Please no!!” I said as the sock began tearing and claws started pushing their way out, soon followed by a sickening rip as a I saw the paw fully come through with bits of fabric still in between the toes.  I started losing my balance as I fell on my back with a very painful thud. I tried getting my other shoe off which was so painful I actually forgot about the pain that was beginning to grown on my legs as fur started ripping its way through my jeans.
“Please, please god no! Let me get this off!” I begged to myself as I tried removing the dilemma causing shoe, but my hands weren’t functioning as they should have. I looked down to try to move my thumb, but it was just a useless numb lower on my arm. I began crying uncontrollably as I fell backwards screaming in agony as my foot continued to transform in the restraints of my shoe. I could feel the pads growing on it and the claws ripping through the sock fabric. “Someone! Take these off! Please! It hurts so much!!” I screamed, hoping somehow that my parents would hear me, but still I was given no response. “Gnh!” I cried out as the shoe started giving way to my growing paw as it ripped through the front of the shoe. I could still feel bones shifting in both feet as my heels started rising up my legs. “Someone please-!!” I screamed as I was suddenly turned over and started standing on all fours. Suddenly I could feel my spine start pushing down towards my rear. “Oh god, no!” I cried out as I knew what was coming. My spine started pushing out and collided with my jeans.
“I’m turning into a cat! Someone please help me!!!”  The pressure between my spine and my jeans grew and grew until I could hear the fabric on my jeans begin to start tearing. I began crying even more as I felt it push its way through the small hole in my jeans.
Hours seemed to go by as my spine extended more and more and tore more of my jeans. “Oh god…its still pushing out…please someone, help mrrrrreeeoooow!” I tried yelling, but was completely taken off guard when I heard myself meow.  I looked back at my spine, (but in my mind, I registered as “tail”) and watched it grow longer and longer, then I could feel the fur on it get stuck in the rip in my jeans, and what still needed to be done to complete my tail was now getting jammed behind my jeans.  “Please, God, help me…I can’t take it anymore…” The tail was still growing, and the pain was increasing the more it was stuck behind my pants.  I took my paw and tried clawing it up to let the tail get through better, but it was of no avail. “Come on…mrrreeow.” I muttered, “I need to make it go through…stupid…clumsy paws!” I yelled in frustration as I gave up and cried out in agony as I could feel the pressure in my jeans building more and more until I thought I was about to pass out.  
The fur completely had covered my body and I tried standing up on my computer desk, but my paws weren’t able to hold my balance long enough to even grab the table. I fell over and landed on all fours again as my tail finally started tearing through more fabric.
“Come on…come on…please rip through…please…meeeoow…” I prayed to myself. I couldn’t believe I was actually cheering on the transformation, but this was just too much. The fabric continued to rip, and finally broke through, leaving a gaping hole in my jeans, but was perfect for my tail, which shot out, shaking madly.  “Meeeoooooooow….” I said in relief.  “That feels so much better…but still…meeeoow… this is awful...”  I looked down at my feet, and saw that my shoe was still on my paw and I tried kicking back madly to get it off as it too, was very constricting. After a minute or 2 of pathetic kicking, it finally flew off and smacked against the wall.  My breasts were starting to sink into my chest, and I used my paws to tear off my shirt and felt my spine crack a few more times into place.
“God, let this be over…pleeeeeeeeeeoow!!!!”  I was losing control over my voice as time grew on. I stood in the middle of the room, transforming into a small cat, screaming in agony. “Mom…Dad…please, you have to help mrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeow!” I said between breaths.  “Meeow…pleeeooww… help mrrreeeow…” I managed to choke out before my face started feeling really tingly. “Oh god…meeeoooow…no!”  I screamed. My face started pushing out and it felt like my skull was being split open. My teeth were growing sharper and more feline like and my tail was waving back and forth uncontrollably.
“Meeoow! Pleooow! Help meeeeow! I don’t want to be…mrrrrrrrrrrrrreoooow… a fucking cat…meeow!” My face stopped pushing out and I felt my tongue grow almost sandpaper like.  
“God…why? Meeeooooooooooooow!”