Extra crispy pizza

The odor seemed unusually strong, and I was unusually alarmed by it, despite being unusually aroused and more then unusually disturbed the entire situation.

I quickly made it to my feet. I briefly stood on jello legs before returning to the floor and hard. Ignoring a lump on my forehead I pushed myself up onto all fours and proceeded to crawl at top speed.

Rounding the corner I saw the dark smoke leave the oven. Before I knew it I was on my feet and moving with surprising speed. I quickly reached in and grabbed the pizza putting it and the metal pan as a mess on the floor. In my excitement I had forgotten an oven mitt.

I let out a not too small array of four letter words before shutting the oven and turning it off. "A lousy day of work, a bruised forehead, a burnt hand, and a mess on the floor. Definitely not a good day, and to top that off my male anatomy has decided to take the night off."

The night off? Was it just for the night? "I saw heather during the day! What if..." I calmed myself the best I could, which was only possible because I had a guide book. A book that had already suggested this form wasn't permanent.

I moved to my room, walking to keep myself calm. I quickly found the book and laid on the bed. My hair fell down my face. I took a minute to push it out of the way, and to my surprise the lump on my forehead was gone. And my hand didn't hurt. I looked at the burnt surface, the pain was gone completely unless I made a tight fist. The flesh was still slightly red from the burn but not as red as I expected. Was the burn simply not as bad as I thought?

I picked up the book and opened it. Two questions stood out in my mind, what had I become and could I go back.