"Nhhh..."

Ugh, my head is killing me.

Mmh I am still in school so that means I slept in the lesson?

Wait what? Why is everyone lying on the ground? Also, why are there cracks in the walls and the ceiling?

This scene looks just like my crazy dream. But why is it like this.

Anyways let's stand up first. Then I can look for the reason.

As I try to get up I grab the edge of the table to pull myself up.

*clack

I look around. Nothing is moving so where did the clack come from? I ignore it and resume standing up but again.

*clack

Mmmh is the reason the table? I don't properly feel the wood surface so maybe it is. Thinking so I stand up without the table and the look at the table.

Nothing.

On the table is nothing but some folders, books and some dust that fell from the ceiling.

So maybe it is my hand then?

I look at my hand and...

...

...

I see a hand with claws clad in black carapace.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

That can't be real. That dream couldn't actually have happened!

That just can't be. Maybe I've just gone nuts. Yeah, that must be it. That couldn't possibly be reality as it just defies too many natural laws.

Yes, I have just gone crazy. I didn't actually turn into some kind of freak girl. My real body is still my slightly overweight body that I know. Not some alien-like female body with claws, a carapace and some weird tail.

Yes, I will just google some facility for crazy people. Maybe, they can fix this.

Huh? The internet is down. I can't look for some facility like this!

...

"Sigh"

Who am I kidding? I know that some normal case of craziness can't do something like this.

So am I hallucinating? No that also can't be. Hallucinations aren't this... real. They are more like distant memories. Quite blurry and several parts are simply missing.

Then that means...

I really don't like the fact that this can't be anything but real.

So I look down and I see how my jeans and underwear have already slid down and I am currently going commando...

Can it get any worse?

...

OF COURSE IT CAN, HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN! I HAVE TURNED INTO SOME ALIEN-GIRL WITH CLAWS, CARAPACE ON MY LIMBS AND I HAVE A TAIL WITH A POISON GLAND IN IT!!!

*heavy breathing

Ok, calm down. Use logic and don't get too emotional. If you do, you lose.

"Haah... Phew... Haah... Phew"

Slowly breath in and out, in and out.

So what can I do right now?

The fact that everyone else is still unconscious probably means that they are still inside the room. I am just already awake as my heritage somehow blocked the system.

Other than that I can't do much. Just disappearing from here would probably do more harm than good as communicating with others and getting to know what they managed to find out about the situation is very important.

So maybe I should just confirm my changes? I also have to take a look at my face as it is bound to have changed and I didn't pay any attention to it in the room as I was quite distracted by the carapace or the claws or the tail... or the fact that it is female.

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Anyways I want to use a mirror for it as the front camera of my phone is quite shitty. 

So I walk to the bathroom and I immediately notice several problems with walking.

First of all, I am shorter than before and the same obviously applies to my limbs as well so I have to get a grasp of my reach first, that is if I don't want to constantly stumble.

The second problem are my claws. As they are a bit longer than toes and so damn sharp that they can easily dig into the ground even if just a few millimetres, I have to pay quite some attention that I don't accidentally ram them into the ground, get stuck in it and do a nose dive. I barely caught myself on the table in front of me when it first happened. That was also when I got to know that the claws on my hand are just as sharp. They easily dug into the wood of the table and were probably about halfway through the table. It will be quite hard to get used to it and not constantly slice apart whatever I am trying to grab.

The third and also the biggest problem was my way too long tail. I, obviously enough, never had a tail so I couldn't control it and it constantly hit stuff around me. And boy did that thing have power. While I was walking past a chair it slammed into the chair and threw it a meter or 2 backwards. With a simple swing, I didn't put any power into that! The wood was also dented and splintered a bit. So I tried to bring it under control in order to not completely destroy my surroundings. I am lucky the chair didn't hit anyone. Even more problematic was the poison gland in the tip of my tail. I didn't know how to control it so I couldn't let it scratch anyone lest I might actually inject my poison and kill them.

Actually, I still don't know what my poison does. It could kill them or it could paralyze them or who knows what could happen. I only know that I don't want to test it on my classmates.

So as I walked to the bathroom I noticed how the hallways were nearly completely blocked with unconscious students.

I had to pay great attention that I don't accidentally scratch or stab them with my "toes". It was somewhat ok with my tail as I only needed it to not come too close to the ground, though there were some close calls.

While walking I splendidly ignored the feeling of something missing between my legs. I also ignored the breeze I felt on my legs while walking. Having no trousers sucks.

When I was halfway to the bathrooms I remembered that with my new, lower height I won't be able to use the mirror as I am too small.

So I walk back to the stairways that I just passed by and go downstairs.

My classroom is on the 2nd floor. On the 1st floor are the 5-7th graders. That means that the mirrors in their bathrooms are installed at a lower height. 

While thinking such useless stuff, I didn't pay enough attention to my "toes" and they promptly dug into the stairs and got stuck while I did a "majestic" nose dive and fell down the stairs. 

"Ouch"

My carapace apparently doesn't have any kind of problem with just this much. However, it didn't cover my entire body. So my thighs, upper arms as well as my torso and head are not protected. 

I injured my shoulder even if it was just a very small wound. It was barely enough to draw blood, however, some blood did come out.

The moment I saw it I froze for a moment.

My blood no longer had the signature bloodred colour. It was a deep purple instead.

"I have... purple blood..."

I tried ignoring it till now but I just can't when faced with so much new, strange stuff that completely throws me out of my rhythm. This was just too much. Way too much.

Small tears snuck into my eyes and I barely stopped myself from crying.

Like so many others, I also had fantasized about what I would do if I was confronted with some absurd, world-shaking event that would change my life forever. And, probably also like most, I had thought I would be able to cope with it quite easily. After all, it's just so exciting, I can spend my time worrying about stuff when I am ready for it or just later.

However, imagination and reality are different. Mere imagination simply doesn't have the same weight. You don't really have the worries that come with such situations. It's like getting hit by something or someone. You know it's going to hurt but you don't really know how much and most underestimate it heavily. Only those who have experienced such situations have an accurate grasp of the severity of it.

Sadness, helplessness, a tinge of despair and some anger at whoever is responsible swirled around in me and desperately sought an outlet.

Lost in my emotions I just punched the wall to my left.

The school building is of moderate age. While there were bricks used in its construction the outer layer of the walls is concrete. 

*crack

When my fist landed on the wall a resounding crack rang out. 

I didn't feel any pain, however.

I took my fist from the wall and became dumbstruck.

There was a small web of cracks extending from where I struck the wall.

I checked my fist, the carapace however only had some scratches.

"Wha...t?"

Shocked by what just happened, I had new thoughts occupying my brain and managed to mostly return to a normal, not depressed state of mind. So I decided to continue walking to the bathroom and try to find a way to cope with this situation later on.

Out of habit, I walked into the bathroom for boys. Even if I would have noticed it right away, I wouldn't have accepted it that easily and wouldn't have just gone into the one for girls. I was quite stubborn sometimes after all.

I looked through the entire bathroom but found no one here. 

It would have been quite "inconvenient" to enter the room while doing your "business". Imagine falling unconscious while peeing. It would be way worse if you were peeing while standing. I wouldn't want to wake up in my own pee after all. Who knows, maybe out there is someone who would like it but not me.

Getting back on track, when I looked into the mirror I couldn't help but scold myself for thinking that this entire situation wouldn't be so bad if I look like this.

My mouth was petite and my lips had a perfect shade of pink. My nose was just like my mouth, small and petite. While my eyes somewhat reminded me of the eyes either a cat's or a snake's eyes. They were slitted and pretty big overall, giving me a slightly animalish yet cute appearance.

Just like the system said, my hair nearly reaches my butt and is a pure black that doesn't reflect light properly, or not as much as it should, making it appear as if an almost pure black, empty void fell from my head. My ears aren't as long as those of the elves I know from fantasy but have a similar form.

My body overall was quite small and slender. You know how elves are supposed to always be very slender? I look basically just like that. And my skin was perfectly pale yet still very healthy without any blemishes.

While I did ignore the small mounds on my chest previously, when looking at myself like this I can't do so. They are around a B-cup.

Overall I give the perfect little loli type of feel.

Cough aside from Cough the claws Cough carapace Cough and tail Cough Cough.

So I kinda had to accept it.

I, Mark Dämmerung currently 16 years old, have become a perfect loli. Cough claws Cough