Get off, you stupid ring, GET OFF!

As you drive home, you fail to notice the pyrot flying above you, following you home.

When you get home you desperately try everything to get that cursed ring off your toe - soap, grease, oil, lard, more soap - nothing works. Exhausted, you go to bed

During a restless night you are woken by someone (or someTHING)breaking in - and find out you've just undergone your first transformation!

Written by an anonymous author

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