Soapy Eyes by ~nequ

I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Won't this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
-Jack Johnson - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

The water cut out about halfway through her shampooing.

"Great," Anisa growled. "Marcie, the pipes are acting up again! Ow-and now I got shampoo in my eyes!"

Indeed she had. In fact, the black suds had run down her short, straight hair, covering her eyes. Curiously, instead of thinning as they did, they actually seemed to become thicker, if less sudsy.

Anisa, eyes closed, stepped out of the shower.

"I should stop buying things just 'cause they have good commercials. 'Emulsive polymer microparticles in our shower gel will make you feel like a new woman!'," she said in a breathy voice. Then she snorted. "Yeah, right."

After knocking the toothpaste into the sink - and swearing - she managed to turn the knob, only to receive nothing but a gurgling noise.

Anisa swore again.

She attempted to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, only to find that it would not stick. A more careful examination would've revealed that her ear, covered in the black substance, had somehow become larger, and pointed. More like the ears of an animal than a man.

Anisa was not the sort who was prone to careful examinations.

She attempted to open an eye and look at herself in the mirror. Before slamming it shut again at the stinging pain - and swearing - she noted that the gunk appeared to have entirely covered her face, and the way it reflected the light made her face look funny. Pushed out like a dog.

Again, a closer examination would have revealed it not to be some sort of illusion. Anisa, naturally, was more concerned with deciding whether to grab her towel before walking downstairs to the kitchen. So concerned was she, in fact, that she failed to notice the muck falling to the ground, covering her feet. Nor did she notice her feet reshaping as the muck crept up it.

At least, until she slipped on the stairs.

"I told you we need to carpet these stairs, Marcie, but nooo, you wouldn't listen! And then I nearly go break my neck because no carpet! I swear, this place is falling to pieces."

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stumbled. Mass had shifted toward her upper body, particularly the chest area, which in turn shifted her balance, and her new hooves weren't as good at gaining purchase on the hardwood as her human feet had been.

The dark ooze, flowing both up and down, met at Anisa's hip level, fully encasing the young woman in black slickness. Her hips expanded, slightly, and two long, slightly curved horns grew from her forehead, which she didn't notice until she caught them on the kitchen doorway.

"Your stupid party streamers or whatever got caught on my hair, Marcie! You know I hate it when you have parties! It's rude to keep people up all night!"

She bobbed her head, freeing herself, and groped her way to the sink, hooves going clop-clop on the tile.

"At least when I have parties, I invite you. It's not my fault none of my friends believe you're gay!"

She checked the sink to see if it had any dirty dishes, then ducked her head down and reached for the hose. First thing to do was get her hair clean so no more crap would get in her eyes. A few minutes of vigorous scrubbing managed to get most of the gunk out, and the young woman wrung her hair out while she decided how to finish bathing. Maybe she would stand out in the backyard and use a hose. Give that creepy neighbour guy an eyeful. Or maybe just get a bucket and a sponge.

As she cleaned her face and eyes, a brushlike tail grew out.

Her roommate entered the kitchen, teacup in hand, and stopped dead.

"Did you turn the thermostat up?" Anisa wiped her face with the kitchen towel, and started to wrap it around her hair as she turned from the sink.

"I swear, if you want to be warm, don't expect me to pay for the extra heat." She flicked her hair back from her eyes, and her tail flicked against her leg. "What? What's wrong?"

Marcel stared at the six-foot dripping wet shiny black Oryx Antelope that stood in his kitchen and sounded like his whiny roommate.

"Um," he said.

ENDF

"Soapy Eyes"
Eulalie "Nequ" Quentin
2012 CC By-SA-NC