Panic

Debbie stared as her boss began to change. Mr. Davison was a graying fifty-one year old man...but that was changing. His short hair was growing..darkening...and he was moaning softly. Simon Davison brought his hand to his face and watched as the hand grew delicate and hairless...the fingers elongating and tapering into a nicely manicured pink nail. The moan rose in octave. "Help me..." Debbie wasn't sure how she could...the whole thing was terrifying...so terrifying she didn't notice the room changing around her.