I want to change. I want it to hurt. I want it to feel real. I want to have to tell myself “you asked for this” as I try to keep myself from screaming. Bone warps and skin stretches almost faster than it can grow. A trillion needle-pricks of hair sprouting. The fire in my fingertips and toes as claws grow in. I want to break this human form that’s wrapped around me like an eggshell.