After she'd had her fill of snooping, Amy went to sleep.
The next morning, she felt... different, although she couldn't quite place what it was. As she got dressed she had another small surprise, the front of her dress felt a bit tighter than usual. Maybe a growth spurt?
Shrugging it aside, she made her way to the train station and boarded the train to Station Square.
"Hey there, pretty lady..." She heard a voice say from behind her. Turning toward the voice she saw that the person talking to her was a mobian possum, leering at her from the seat next to hers.
"Go away, creep." She retorted, crossing her arms.
"Aw, don't be like that..." He cooed, leaning in closer.
"I said, go AWAY!" She flashed him a glare, and suddenly felt pressure build in her chest. Not only that, but the man...
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