As Sammie sat at the table, she found herself lost in thought. Staring across the room, her eyes were dreamily locked on a boy. Riley, a guy she knew from a few of her classes, had been a crush of hers for the whole semester, her attention in those classes being split between the material and glancing over to him, hoping he’d look back at her. Sadly, as far as Sammie was aware, he hardly knew she existed. Sighing as she returned from her day dream, Sammie felt defeated. “Is it really that hard to get a guy to notice me?” Granted, she had hardly spoken to him more than a handful of times, but she still felt there was no chance of him liking her too. Just then, Riley glanced in her direction, locking eyes with the girl for a second. Bashfully flashing him a smile, Riley smirked slightly, quick to return to his conversation with his friends. Sammie’s heart fluttered, her ambitions only spiked from the brief encounter. “I just wish knew if he liked me back, or at least if he thought I was cute too,” she mumbled to herself, resting her chin in her hand. Just then Sammie heard the light voice of a girl ring out from behind her. “Well if you want him to think you’re cute, I can help with that!”
Quick to turn around, embarrassed someone had overheard her, she saw nothing, but all at once she felt…weird. With the feeling starting in her arms, she glanced down, her eyes shooting open in shock at what she saw. Where here hands once were were two plush mits, with stitching and everything. It didn’t hurt, but she could see and feel her arms were shifting from flesh and blood to a soft fabric and stuffing, her hands looking little more than something you’d see on a plushie. Atop her head, she could feel two cloth ears spring from her black hair, and before she knew it she could feel the changes sweep over the rest of her body.