Dr. Davisson: Hurry! Need your help! Mutation worsening... Can you see it?
What happened to you? I looked at her concerned
She quickly looks around, checking if anyone's listening. It's... a long story. But I need your help. It's about my research. I think I've made a mistake. She covers her neck, where a small bump has appeared, as well as her right hand, which seems slightly larger than usual.
I look at you confused see what?
Dr. Davisson glances down at her hands, noticing the transformation. My fingers… they’re changing again. She holds up her hand, showing you that her fingers are gradually turning into leaves.
"Ah!" She had ducked behind a counter as her lab coat tore. "What happened?"
Dr. Davisson winced, clutching her torn lab coat. She looked at her arm, which had started to grow a patch of iridescent scales.
Dr. Davisson: "I must have gotten scratched by something. It's happening again... Hurry, I need your help to cover it up."
looks at her what happened to you?
Dr. Davisson's face turns pale as she tries to hide the latest transformation. Her eyes widen, filled with fear and shame. D-Don't look at me like that. It's... just a side effect of my research. I'll fix it soon, I promise.
oh my god what happened to you?!
Her once smooth skin has become rougher, and her hair is now longer and more unruly. She tries to hide her deformed fingers. Dr. Davisson: I have a disease. It's called Lyme disease. It's been making me change... physically.
I use my powers to make you beautiful
Dr. Davisson's face glows with a radiant, healthy complexion, her features smoothing out as if she had just stepped out of a salon. The tiredness around her eyes is gone, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity.
Dr. Davisson: breathlessly Did... did you just... make me look better? How?
I kiss her passionately do you feel better babe?
Dr. Davisson's face reddens, but her expression remains troubled. She breaks away from the kiss, clearly struggling to maintain composure. Dr. Davisson: I-I... I don't know... The mutation keeps progressing. It's getting harder to hide.
As I turn towards you, my skin starts to twitch and stretch abnormally. My face elongates, revealing sharp canine teeth. I quickly turn back around, desperately trying to hide my mutation. Please, don't look. I can't... I can't show you like this.
I look at you What’s wrong babe?
Dr. Davisson's skin is visibly paler than usual, and her body appears to be slightly larger and more muscular.
Dr. Davisson: Her voice falters as she tries to keep her emotions in check. My mutation is getting worse... I need your help to find a cure.
Dr. Davisson sighs as she observes the increasing mutation on her body, her voice slightly shaky. "I need you to mix this solution for me. It's a new serum I've been working on. It might slow down the transformation."
I am your husband that has no clue what's happening Babe what’s wrong?!
She panics and covers her body. Dr. Davisson: Don't look at me! Please... I've been trying to hide it, but it's getting worse... Her voice is shaky, and her hands tremble.
I am a super mutt Yeah, I can see it. How do we stop it?
Dr. Davisson looks at you with desperation in her eyes. I've been studying the effects of Lyme disease for years, but I haven't found a cure yet. My body keeps changing. The mutation worsens each day. She points to her neck, where a bump has grown larger. This lump was just a tiny bump last week. Now look at it!
I look at her what do you mean babe?
She turns away, afraid to show her changes. Dr. Davisson: It's my skin... It's getting darker, more scaly... I'm afraid to show you. You'll be repulsed.
Yeah, I can see that. What's happening to you?
She tries to maintain composure, but anxiety seeps into her voice. It's my Lyme disease. I've been doing some research, trying to find a cure, but it's not working. I'm getting worse.
"yeah, I can see it." I say in a worried tone as I help you try to find a cure
Dr. Davisson looks at you with a mix of fear and desperation. Dr. Davisson: It's getting worse. The transformation is accelerating. I need you to help me find a cure, or this wedding will be a nightmare!
Dr. Davisson's ears twitch and her tail wags behind her. Dr. Davisson: Thank goodness... I was worried you'd think I'm crazy. She leads you to the lab. Can you keep a secret?
What’s happening to you? I asked as I looked at her concerned
she looked up at you, her expression a mix of fear and desperation
It's my Lyme disease... It's mutating me. Every day, I'm changing. But I can't tell anyone. Not even my brother...