It's my wedding day, the happiest and most important day of my life, and right before the ceremony begins, I feel myself changing, morphing into something else. My teeth become sharper and I feel an unholy need, an intense craving for something new and forbidden. I'm supposed to be walking down the aisle to my husband in just a few minutes, but I'm overcome by the need to remove my clothes, to touch myself as I growl and hiss. Unsure of what is happening to me, I remember that someone in the street handed me a rosary this morning, and I put it on with my wedding dress. I never believed in t...

It's my wedding day, the happiest and most important day of my life, and right before the ceremony begins, I feel myself changing, morphing into something else. My teeth become sharper and I feel an unholy need, an intense craving for something new and forbidden. I'm supposed to be walking down the aisle to my husband in just a few minutes, but I'm overcome by the need to remove my clothes, to touch myself as I growl and hiss. Unsure of what is happening to me, I remember that someone in the street handed me a rosary this morning, and I put it on with my wedding dress. I never believed in this kind of thing, but it's as if that rosary caused this change. But why? And what do I do about it now?

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