Noticing 3: 04/08/18, end of day 6 (Patreon)

Megan is woken hours later with a knockon her door, her ears snap  in stark surprise at the interruption "my name is megan jones i am 19 i was born may 7th 1999" she grumbles to herself. Finding her feet again she hobbled over to the door. Another knock, Let me in hurry "said sandy in a paniced tone. Megan wakes up properly and rushes over. She fumbles the latch a bit but opens the door. Sandy crashes in,  "it grew back" she shouted. "fucking hell" megan responded. Sandy's shoulder again bristling with short but definite fur already sprouting up. "it started coming back after only 2 hours". I was sitting there in my short sleeve top when the stuff just started itching like crazy." i could see it growing in real time. I think Dan saw, i made a lame excuse to leave i dont think he bought it." Said Sandy, "what did you tell him?" quizzed Megan. "erm...allergic reaction" sandy said with reserve almost not wanting to be heard. "yeah he's smart he wouldn't believe that" megan said. "it was all i could think of at the time. I think he followed me." Sandy said looking towards the door. "WHAT??" Megan yelled before imidiately covering her mouth. Sandy pats her hands downwards in a shushing motion "quiet meg!" Why on earth did you lead him here, why not back to your own flat?" megan says. "my razor's here, i cant risk him seeing me like this. i need to shave again." Megan grabs the razor a littlie clumsily in her hands and starts shaving when there's a knocking at the door. "Sandy its me Dan let me in." "Just a minute"! yells Sandy trying not to let the panic leak into her voice and failing. "what are you doing in Sam and meg's place?" quizzed Dan. Meg coninues to shave Sandy making a dog's ear of it, sandy whinces at the cuts before grabbing the razor off meg for the bits she can do herself. "The girls are away im housesitting for them." yells sandy. " you you said Megs away but where's her flatmate gone to?" asks Dan. Sandy looks at meg for inspiration, Meg mouths out holiday silently. "holiday, family holiday, she gone for a few weeks" Sam whines in protest, megan shushing her. " can i come in? i can't talk to you through a door like this it's weird". Sandy wiped off her shoulders whincing again as the soap catches her wounds. "Im sorry just a second im just applying a cream on my reaction."  "Ah gotcha" said Dan. Megan grabs Sam and hide in Sam's room the smell of urine both intrigues her and disgusts her, she fights an urge to go investigate it and locks the door sitting on the bed. Sam wagging her tail thinks this is a game and starts nosing Megan's hands. Dan enter's "So what happened back there then? Sandy responds "i already said allergic reaction didnt i?" "well you've never mentioned this before, what casued it?" asks dan. "i used a different brand of fabric softener this morning it must of been that." Fabric softener? Ok so how did that affect your bare shoulders then and not the rest of you?" says dan disbelief on his face. "look i dont know ok i dont't know much about it, it just happens sometimes ok? Do you mind if we don't talk about it? I'm embarassed about it." Sandy ever the bad liar couldn't keep the on-the-spot improvisation from her voice. "look Sandy I'm just worried about you. You and meg mean the world to me, i'm dissapointed she didn't tell me anything about her family emergency i thought we were closer than that." Dan lowers his head obviously upset. Sandy hugs him, "come here you big twat" she say's sarcastically arms opened in a hugging gesture. "you mean more to us than you know, im sorry we've been so distant lately but we'll be back on track in no time." Sandy say's with genuine affection. "now this stuff stings like a bitch i need to get ready for bed, do you mind if you leave me to it?" Dan sniffs away the emotions" Yeah sure no probs I need to get back anyway. It was good seeing you tonight, get better." dan said. "you can count on it." Sandy say's smiling but with sad eyes. Dan leaves and Megan emerges from Sam's room. "how did you get him to leave like that?" Sandy replies "oh i just told him how much he meant to us and hugged him, pretty slick eh?" Megan's eyes widen "You What? i thought you were gonna be super careful." Sandy's eyes widen also. "oh shit yeah i forgot! FUCK!" Megan face palms "You really fucked up sandy, you shouldnt of gone out in the first place now Dan's in danger." " shit i know sorry, i wasn't thinking i've been ditzy all evening i shouldn't of been i didn't drink anything." sandy said with concern. "it's part of it i think, mine's like that, i cant concentrate on anything at the moment." megan said in fear. "It started days ago, remember? i struggled in class and in the library. I used to be so sharp i could just look at a page and memorise it. But now i struggle to even read some words. I have to break them down in my head and an..ana..lyse them in their parts, fuck, yeah just like that." "Shit" sandy hisses. "its strange its like a fog or a blur, the word is there in shape but the meaning is gone, i can remember what word to use but i dont know exactly what it means. Analyse, ana...lyse for all i know it could be a type of fancy hat." It means to examine" says sandy. "right...what does examine mean?" Megan said eye's screwed tight, head ache biulding. "you know, to look at and judge" say's sandy sympathetically. "Oh ok that makes sense, yeah. Analyse, to look at and judge. I remember now." Megan says eyes opening in realisation. "perhaps it would be a good idea to write some definitions down, as a form of brain work out." says sandy back to her scientific self. "de..finish...on?" Megan again eyes tight. "perhaps that should be the first one then." Sandy said already writing it down. Sandy wrote a short list of the words that megan was having trouble with, luckily it was just a few of the more complicated words and megan had a working knowledge of everything else just fine. The girls speant the rest of the evening looking at what megan had accumulated in her chaotic evening of internet research. A few leads looked interesting but proved to be false as they were either fiction or medical oddities relating to genetic disorders that bore little resemblance to their changes. The clock struck 1 am and the girls decided to call it, megan felt defeated but Sam encouraged her and cracked a joke at her own expense. "well i guess at least now i wont have to bother shaving ever again, i think the shoulders take the focus right off my legs" Megan smiles a little teary eyed. "would you mind helping me up? im still a little stiff from earlier" megan says pushing herself up from her blanket. Climbing off the couch Megans feet hit the floor and slide out from under her. the pads on her feet and claws didnt make for much grip. Sandy grabs her by the arm and pulls her up. Megan's feet still a little shakey and lacking any form of elegant movement hold her up, toes now thick spread out as she applies more weight. "thanks" was all she could say and gingerly stepped to the bathroom mirror for another scrutinise. The creature that approached the mirror looked ever alien to her. Legs bowed torso hunched to counter them, her hands ending in thick black claws, her face with even less of the humanity that she clung to. She raised her arms to feel herself over. her chest felt narrower more pushed out. Megan removes her shirt, she can see her ribs and every muscle on her torso, the muscles flexing and twitching in response to her balancing act. Her bra fit wrong both too loose and not wide enough, her breasts smaller and angled differently than it was designed for. A patch of white hair caught her eye at her crotch, it rose in a peaked formation towards her belly button thinning out as it went, her belly itself was gone the fat had melted away leaving a lean display of her abdominal muscles. Reluctantly meg pulled down her shorts to examine her tail "examine, to look at and judge." megan reminded herself "ana...lyse, to examine, look at and judge." her tail flowed out from its tight fabric prison and flopped out a almost a foot long. "definition, statement to the meaning of a word" she relaxed looking at but accepting the sight wearily. "statement, clear expression of something." her lesson with sandy only hours ago felt like remembering pie to its 50th numeral. She lifted her tail with one hand, her claws poking through the fur tenting it."expression, the action of making know one's thoughts and feelings" Megan chanted. "i am Megan jones i was born may 11th...no! 7th 1999" she mentally slipped. she reinforced the information whispering it to herself several times. Megan got into her pijamas, her claws caught in the fabric of her shorts as they went in but she wriggled it free. Sandy already in bed and reading one of the library books. "It say's here that romans cured lycanthropy through hard physical labour. Do you still have those dumbells your ex left?" "No, i sold them to Dan a few months back" Megan groaned as she got into bed, her back was sore, it felt like she'd pulled a muscle twisting infront of the bathroom mirror. "Ah well it was for lycanthropy anyway, we're not becoming wolves and it was a full moon yesterday. We would of noticed something." "Yeah scratch that one off the list as well". Megan said sighing. "i'm ex...ors..." "You're exhausted?" corrected sandy. " that means tired right?" "Yes! well done meg" said sandy with geniune psitivity. " don't talk down to me sandy, not now." "sorry" sandy said. Megan went to sleep her back pain didnt let off but didnt stop her sleeping, as she slept Sandy stayed up with a bit more reading but noticed the muscles on megs lower back twitching.  a few of them seemed to break off moving around and down her thighs, activity on her lower back ceased but the twitching continued elsewhere. "damn has meg been working out" thinks sandy. She shuts off the light and goes to sleep.