Chapter #6The Next Day by: BeeJay   The next morning, I was awakened by a scream, coming from the bathroom. A quick look told me that Tabitha's bed was empty, so it was probably her. "I felt the same way when I started," I said.
"You think you did," she called back; "but you didn't wake up to this!"
Before I could ask what she meant, she came out of the bathroom and showed me. Her eyes were painted, like mine; but she also had a painted nose, and it was big and black. "Where the hell did this come from?"
"Hell if I know; I'm still trying to figure out what happened to me."
Now wide awake, I looked at my hospital bed; not only the sheets, but the whole bed looked like it came out of a cartoon.
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Within a couple of hours, Tabitha had a pair of cartoon dog ears on top of her head, as well as a cartoon muzzle, and a cartoon tail just over her backside. "A dog," she said. "I'm becoming a cartoon dog."
"A German Shepherd," I added, "from the looks of it. I'm sorry I gave you this, Tabitha."
"Oh, please; you had no more control over it than I do. It's not your fault, Rail."
I looked her in the eye. Did I hear right?
Tabitha noticed it, too. "Did I say Rail? I'm rorry; I reant to ray Rail." She put her hands over her muzzle.
"Heavy use of the R sound," the nurse said. "If I recall the cartoons from my childhood, you might be walking on all fours when this is done."
"Ruck. Rhis rucks."
I scratched her between her ears. "I hear you, girlfriend."
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By mid-afternoon, Tabitha was completely changed into a four-legged talking dog, with her hospital gown becoming a toon collar. According to the nurse, there was quite a variety in the cartoon patients: One or two like me; an anime character; a princess who wouldn't be out of place in a Disney movie; a total sexpot; and a couple of talking animals, one of whom could still walk upright. We all had the same things in common: We were now toons, and any inanimate object we touched became a cartoon. Understandably, nobody wanted to touch us without protection.
As the cartoon effect spread through Tabitha's and my room, I began to wonder when they would decide to stop keeping us in the hospital; and where they could possibly put us.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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