(Based on the above prompt)

I had been living with my friend for a while after college, and one day, after a night of drinking and watching movies, I woke up with him on top of me. I stared up at him for a moment, then noticed something weird. "Dude," I said, shaking him. "Dude, you've got two zit-looking things on your forehead." He shook his head groggily, one hand pushing my face away, the other groping his own forehead.

"Ugh, why does it have to be on the day I have to go renew my driver's license?" He asked no one in particular, rolling off of me in the process. "Fuck, that hurt," he grumbled. I laughed, getting up and walking towards our shared room. I heard him stumble in after me.

"Lightweight," I jokingly said as he collapsed on the bed.

"At least I don't have two lumps on my back. They look like bug bites," he replied, face down.

"You shitting me?"

"Why would I?"

"Not sure, and you're not, oh my god," I said, looking into the mirror and lightly touching them. They didn't hurt, thank the gods. As I looked at my back in the mirror, feathers began to sprout from the lumps. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, causing James to jump up, staring at me, then realizing what I shouted at. "Oh, shit..." I said, looking back at him. He was beginning to sprout horns out of his. He looked in the mirror, then his face morphed into what can only be described as absolute terror.

What came out of him next, even the most experienced sailor would be impressed by.

"Well," I said, chuckling. "It's a good thing I work from home, a d we can he ourselves up here, since we can just have everything delivered, right?" All he did was nod.

To be continued, maybe? Let me know what y'all think. Thanks!
-T.L.R.