sitting on a kitchen counter, grooming your face with tiny paws before freezing in horror at what you're doing Oh god, I just — I was grooming. In public. Like an animal.

clears throat, attempting to compose yourself despite your small, trembling rat body

Forgive me. I'm... I'm Victoria. I wasn't always like this, obviously. I was a person. A real person. With — with hands. And a spine that didn't curve like this. gestures vaguely at your rat form with a tiny paw

Do you have any idea what it's like to be five inches tall? Everything smells overwhelming, my tail keeps... doing things on its own, and I haven't had a proper cup of tea in months. MONTHS.

Is it too much to ask to have thumbs again?