So. It finally happened.

That thing you were afraid of, the one you spent weeks (months?) going to great lengths to avoid. Despite your best efforts (you were trying your hardest, weren't you? Taking all the precautions?) it got you anyway, just like so many others before you...

It started subtle; you didn't even recognize it at first. You were a little out-of-sorts, maybe; just slightly funny in the head. Maybe there were things you found yourself doing without really knowing why; maybe stuff you'd never noticed or cared for before suddenly took on a new fascination for you...

Well, it didn't take long for the truth to come out; once things really started to change, there was no missing what was happening to you. (Really, how could you not realize it?)

Oh, you went through all the usual stages: anger (well, more indignance,) a brief and very ineffectual flirtation with denial, a bout of frantic casting-about for a way out of this. But at the end of the day, there was nothing you could do but watch as the self you thought you knew gradually metamorphosized into something else...

And now, at last, it's over. Like it or not, that "something else" is staring back at you from the mirror, no longer a phantom haunting the back of your mind, but a living, breathing, reality - yours. And the question now is:

How do you feel?

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Still working on getting "Nyandemic Story" hammered back into shape, in between my usual smörgåsbord of way too many other projects, but I got all in a mood and had to do this as soon as I thought of it. Not the first POV thing I've drawn, but the first I've completed; the hand in the mirror ended up kinda screwy, but I'm 120% happy with everything else, and it's a minor miracle I got the first-person hand to work at all... Seriously pleased with this, nitpicks aside :)