Fighting hard, I managed to force myself to ignore the throbbing from the mark on my thighs and make it to the doors of the toilets. As my hand touched the door it felt strangely numb. In a detached-state beyond horror I observed the digits merge into a fist and then a nub. Suddenly the 'pull' sign on the door took on a horrible signifiance as I struggled against the door handle with my pathetic appendages. A chorus of laughter came from the bastards behind me, but I wasn't going to panic. Calming myself, I lowered my mouth to the door. With an unexpected strength, as if it were designed for the task, my powerful teeth grasped the handle and sprung it free with minimal effort.

"Shit!" I heard from behind me, but I didn't wait around - darting through the door as fast as my transformed limbs could carry me.

Author's Note

yeah RP is more my style in terms of length :P sorry guys