nooksuckers
The needle slipped in as smoothly as he had imagined it would, cold steel stealthily finding it's way buried shallowly into his skin. It was the procedure. No, no it was more grand than that. It was The Procedure, and though he knew there would be pain, this was only the beginning, he also knew there would he happiness. A sort of calm after the storm in knowing that, after this, after all of this shit he would be put through and pulled right the fuck out of, he would be beautiful like the rest. Unleashed like a once diseased cow back into the herd now that he's normal again, he's not here to be snobbed at, and he could finally feel at home. Or so he hoped.